Finding herself in the solace of her cell, Jamis realized that Kylo is out to seek Luke Skywalker to kill him—as he failed to do so before becoming what he is now—and he cannot do so without the map. She pondered over what map in particular then dismissed the idea, what consumed her mind next is the astounding amount of power that Kylo has over her—she felt that it was a matter of who is much stronger than the other—clearly she knows and admits to herself that her knowledge and her training has full of holes; the thought of reconsidering Kylo's offer to train her is almost too tempting and too good to refuse.

The only company she has in her room is her broken mask—one of the things that gave her the identity as a bounty hunter; some wore masks, others did not, it was a matter of preference and branding oneself, how people would recognize or know you. She removed her cowl as she felt like the room itself is suffocating enough. For the rest of the day, the only things that ran around her mind were Kylo's mind—when she countered his mind penetration—and his offer, two things that seem to have been eating her the whole day.

The cell block was quiet.

To sate her boredom, she sat down on the floor and tried repairing the mask—even if it meant removing some parts of it and totally alter it in some way—while she does not have brute strength, she used the Force to cleanly and straightly cut off the part where the damage was, until her creative juices hit her and remove a portion of the other, undamaged side of the mask for symmetry, leaving only a portion over the nose as a guard.

"I guess… I could go with this," she muttered to herself, slightly satisfied with the makeover.

As she was examining the new look of her helmet, the door hums and slams open, quickly her head turns to the direction of the cell door and enter General Hux—clad in his all-black ensemble of a uniform, he fixed a sneer at her. Startled, she stood up frozen by Armitage's sharp gaze and he does not say a word for a brief moment.

"Who are you?" Jamis broke the silence between them.

"Someone you shouldn't take lightly," he hissed.

"A leader, I figured,"

Jamis examined his whole figure. A stone-cold sneer, steely eyes, the aura of an ambitious leader. This is the second tall and dark figure that has loomed over her small stature. She noticed the insignia and the armband he bears in his uniform and took to mind his reply to her question.

He's a general, all right. Better not mess with him. Jamis mentally sniggers.

"My lucky guess is that you're a general," she coyly said. "I assume it's your turn to torment me?"

"Unfortunately, Ren did not issue that order to me,"

He gestured at the open cell door and two Stormtroopers enter, one of them was holding a set of restraints and the other walked up to her to bring her to the one holding the handcuffs. They've tied her up and Hux exits the cell first, then the Stormtroopers—with Jamis—followed.

"So, where are you taking me exactly?"

"Quiet, bounty hunter, or you won't see the end of it,"

In the meantime, she quietens down and lets the Stormtroopers lead her to where Hux is escorting her to. Eventually, they get out of the cell block and Jamis saw how everything works within the walls of the Star Destroyer. Small droids zoom past her feet, even bumping into her, Stormtroopers on patrol march across the corridors, and officials in uniform bark orders at each other. When it has been quite some time, Jamis decided that it would be a good idea to engage in small talk with the general.

"What's a top brass general like you doing such a mundane chore?"

"What?"

"You heard me, if you had this many men in your ship, why of all people would Ren make you escort a lowly prisoner like me out of the cell block to somewhere else?"

It is true. Escorting this girl felt like a neophyte's chore and it had bruised his ego the moment Kylo commanded him to do it. The only way to compensate is to appear intimidating to Jamis so that her fear of him would at least lick the wounds of his damaged pride—and so he made the day of her relocation his opportunity to give her that impression.

"He thought that I was the only one capable of fighting you without a second thought should you ever get the idea of fighting your way to escape," answered Hux.

"Oh, I'm sure you'll take me down easily," she remarked, half-serious.

She looked at the Stormtroopers on both of her sides and then to Hux—whose back is turned to her—and realized that she does not stand a chance, she admits to herself that she is too reliant to her weapons, she also thought that she could get away with just a blaster but her prized lightsabers would be her top priority.

Eventually, they got to the chambers wing. Hux rolled his eyes as he crunches the code on the keypad and the red bar turned green, then the general turned around to face the girl.

Puzzled, Jamis asked, "So, mind telling me where the hell you have taken me?"

Hux inhaled sharply and punched a button, the door retracted into its frame and he stepped aside to let the Stormtroopers bring Jamis in to the room to have a look.

They pushed her in, she disregarded it immediately when she got a good look of her new room—indeed it was much more spacious than the original cell she has been staying in for almost four days ever since she lost the fight to Kylo in that hangar that led her to being incarcerated in that claustrophobic cell. It had a decent bed—with real pillows and sheets—and a holotable where she can pick up incoming transmissions within the Star Destroyer.

"Ren's orders were to relocate you into a different room," Hux said and adds, "Although, I personally thought you'd last three days to cover a week or more in that cell."

"But why? I… I don't understand," muttered Jamis, for once, she dropped the snarky tone.

Hux gulped before answering, "I don't either, but I wish I did,"

"Am I still going to be guarded by your men?"

Hux simply shook his head with that frown still intact.

"Could I at least have my restraints removed so I could use the things in this room?" she said as she gestured her wrists by putting it up in front of her and Hux.

Armitage took the key from the Stormtrooper and he personally unlocked them, a tinge of hesitation was etched in his face but he concealed it with the action of doing the initiative of taking the key to unlock Jamis's handcuffs. She felt the slight harshness of his touch, possibly showing an extreme dislike and exasperation to the fact that she is being allowed to stay in the ship and not be jettisoned in a pod or rotting away in a cell. Another thing that irritates him is that he cannot presume to compromise Kylo's orders since that would be insubordination and he would have to face whatever consequence the young lord has in mind for him.

"Comfortable yet?" Hux hissed.

"Actually, yes, thanks for asking." Jamis chided, for fairness.

Hux proceeded to march out of the room but before he could actually go, Jamis stopped him in his tracks.

"Wait," she said.

He turned around and waited for her to complete her sentence.

"Where is my ship?"

"I'm afraid I'm not supposed to tell you," he simply said.

Then he marched out of the room, one of the Stormtroopers threw the mask towards Jamis's feet before following the general. The door slams shut as soon as the three of them were nowhere near the door, leaving Jamis in the room; looking around, she felt like she could breathe easier as she was finally subjected to a larger space, then she approached the bed and reached out to touch the blankets as she had the bizarre assumption that the soft sheets were holographic to torment her some more.

"Okay, at least the bed is real," she chuckled to herself.

Then she noticed something lying on the plain nightstand by the bedside. At first glance, one would think it was a thermal detonator, but given that Jamis has a history of using those types of bombs, she can tell the difference between a thermal detonator, an ion stun grenade, and a spherical training remote. She reached for the ball-like drone with the Force and examined it—there were signs of overuse such as weathering, scorch marks, and busted lights for nighttime trainings.

"It doesn't feel like someone else has been here before me," she muttered, looked around the room again and then back to the spherical drone, "But… I still feel something."

She rotated the ball and searched for the switch, anticipating that it would still work. She gave it a good shake, then she finds the switch in a matter of minutes. The drone stutters and crackles, but it did not flutter away like it should be and so Jamis decided to give her Force powers a try.

She cradled the remote in her hands, she mentally prepared herself as she was about to throw it in a take-off manner then she counted to three in her head before throwing it.

Away, she threw it and then immediately she threw her hands in front of her with her palms open and directed at the drone… only for the sphere to fall straight to the floor.

"Nice…" she sighed.

She got off her bed and picked it up, she took a look if her throw had damaged it but to her luck, it was not strong enough to ruin the drone. The lights were still flickering and waited patiently for it to work on its own; suspecting that there was a defect present, she removed one of its plate and found one of the circuits disconnected, she fixed it and replace the plate, then flitters away from her hands, she watched it float away and smirked with satisfaction.

"Seen better times, eh?"

The sight of it floating around her room gave her a sort of lighthearted feeling, child-like even to make her chuckle, then she gave it a try to use the Force to direct it to any direction she wishes; she prepared herself on the bed, took a deep breath, positioned her hands in such a way as if she is holding a ball, and then she focused her eyes on the drone—it moves on its own without a controller, according to its looped programming, and it could fire at will as well.

"Okay, let's give this another shot," she whispered.

Keeping herself focused, she does not look away from the drone in the hopes that she might actually can control it. In her mind, she commanded the drone to hover upwards to its corner right—to her disappointment, it did not. Again, she mentally commanded the drone to hover, this time to the left side, but it does obey her whim.

While it may start becoming frustrating, she suppressed all her growing irritation for the flying remote and she spent her time teaching herself to use her powers on a ball.

Across the gleaming yet dull corridor of the Star Destroyer, Armitage marches to Kylo's chambers to report to him that Jamis has been relocated as ordered. To him, it still seemed like an irrelevant move to have her in a different room. He kept thinking that Kylo was indeed softening up to her but he bit his tongue at the idea.

Before he could even knock on the door, it whirred open—by Kylo using the Force to open it—he let himself in, finding Kylo, mask removed and sitting down in front of his grandfather's skull; and then wordlessly, he was expecting a status report from the general.

"The girl has been relocated to a chamber in the eastern wing, just as you ordered,"

"Good," said Kylo simply.

"May I ask what do you plan from here on out?"

"Come to terms with her, she may be of use to us,"

"In what way can she be of use to us? We have all the resources we need!" exclaimed Armitage.

"Are you doubting me, general?" Kylo turns around to face him straight in the eye.

That question itself is a trap. Hux knew that he had taken one step over the line where Kylo Ren's limits lie, one more false answer and he will be done for with the young lord's wrath. It would be wise to keep one's mouth shut when Kylo begins asking questions like these, and so Hux bit his tongue and constructed another answer in his mind.

"No, I do not."

"Good, then you might as well be dismissed from my chambers now,"

Without a word, Hux turned away and left. Kylo turned around to face Darth Vader's helmet and this time, after days of not talking to it, he finally did.

"Grandfather, I feel it… but whenever I come closer, I can't seem to find it," he muttered. "I try repressing it but it's no use, I keep hearing the voice, calling out to me… what could it mean?"

He gripped onto his helmet, gathering his strength before wearing it, he removed his cowl before leaving the room. Quick glances were stolen from the officers as Kylo passed by them, some did a brief nod to him as a sign of greeting and he only returned glances to them and continued walking. He finally reaches the chamber and he can feel faint vibrations emitting from the other side of Jamis's room.

She's using it again, she does not even know how to handle them. He thought.

Shyly, his hand searched for the button that opens the door from the outside—the one that Hux punched after deactivating its locked state—and gently pressed it. As he stepped in, he found Jamis lifting the training remote—it appeared to be floating, only inches away from her legs—while calmly sitting on her bed, the trick did not last though as soon as Jamis felt Kylo's presence, her focus shifted which caused the ball to drop.

"Comfortable?" Kylo asked casually.

Jamis looked around, "Better than a cramped metal cell,"

He walked up to her closer, stopping at a fair distance from her in her bed, and as he did—her eyes never moved away from him and his mask.

"Bounty hunters and their clients arrange and settle each other's terms, do they not?"

"On some cases. Why?"

"I have a proposition for you,"

The word piqued the bounty hunter's interest, she raised her eyebrow and shifted her position as she waited for him to continue speaking.

"You're speaking my language, go on," she insisted.

Before speaking, he lifted his hands towards his helmet; a slight nudge upwards triggered the inner mechanism of the helmet to hiss, and then the front plate and portions of the silver border moved—as if it was unwinding itself to give the wearer space to remove it seamlessly.

Finally, before her, was the face of the young apprentice—Kylo Ren—battered, scarred, and ashamed. She tried calming her racing heart—she was expecting all of this, the sight of his real face felt surreal and she cannot shake the feeling that she couldn't explain—she attempted to conceal her true emotions and pretended that it was nothing. However, she tried her best not to stare at the grey bandage on his right cheek.

"In some time—possibly in the near future—we will be requiring your services as bounty hunter," he paused and Jamis noticed the catch within the deal.

"If?"

"If you allow me to train you with everything I know—from wielding a lightsaber and using the Force—I'll make sure you will be the most formidable bounty hunter to run around and pillage in this galaxy,"

She shrugged and scoffed, bobbed her head slightly to show that the deal is keeping her interests in check, "Fair enough,"

"So," He puts his hand in front of her, palm open and ready to seal the bargain. "Do we have a deal?"

Jamis's eyes quickly glanced at Kylo's gloved hand then to his eyes. Uncannily, for an apprentice of the Dark side, he has gentle-looking eyes past those bruises and she could sense his general sincerity in his words. She sees the inferior boy that she saw the first day she was incarcerated in the cell today, standing in front of her with a hand awaiting to seal the deal.

"Deal," she said almost quietly.

She was almost hesitant to stand up from her bed and touch him, but she mustered up the gut and took hold of his hand.

"Good, find me in my chambers once you're ready to train."

Immediately, he turned away from her and walked out of her room whilst she remained standing there until he was nowhere in sight anymore. The moment he stepped out of the chamber, he could've sworn he felt something, he deduced that it had something to do with their hands touching for the first time but he shrugged it off as he thought it was a far-fetched idea—but it was not too far-fetched as he remembered that Jamis was Force-sensitive and it was only likely that they would experience something when they connect.

He flexed his fingers before walking until a piercing sound came into his mind again which caused him to wince.

Ben…?

Ben…!

Ben, let's go…

That last line was new, he looked both ways—left and right—and saw that the scene was still the usual, officers roaming and giving orders while Stormtroopers do their patrol routine. He was looking for the direction it was coming from.

But the voice had dissolved from a faint whisper and then to nothing.