Rey kept glancing down at the Australian Cattle Dog that kept it's pace steady to hers. "We should really get you back to your owner, BB-8." She commented, more to herself than for the dog's benefit - it's not like he could understand her. For the meantime, she lead him back to the long-since deteriorated van she had made her home in. With a sharp jerk, she yanked the double doors at the back, opening up the back to reveal a cheap, simple futon on the floor, blankets and pillows haphazardly strewn across it. An packet of digestive biscuits sat open besides a jar of peanut butter, and Rey picked one out, dipped it in the jar, and devoured it.
"Dogs like peanut butter, right?" She mused, breaking a corner of a biscuit off, and scooping a large mound of peanut butter on it, before offering it to BB-8 who sniffed hesitantly then ate it in one bite. Rey chuckled.
"We've gotta find your owner buddy." Rey told him, scratching the back of his head. "Unkar will never let me keep you."
As if on queue, that odious barked out her name. She sighed and hopped out her van, slamming the door shut behind her. "Yes, sir?" She called back and walked round the side of the rusting vehicle. BB-8 followed her eagerly.
"Is that a dog?" Plutt demanded. "You know the rules, girl." He sneered. "I want him gone by morning, or I'll get rid of him myself." Huffing, he turned back to walk into his shack of a home. "And I want whatever scrap you could scavenge from that junk yard within the hour, or I'll give your dinner to someone who deserves it."
Rey nodded dutifully, but grimaced as soon as Plutt's back was turned. Once he was out of earshot she cursed colourfully. With a new sense of purpose she bounded down to the junkyard, past the derelict vehicles Plutt kept scattered around his property, and started to search for her meal ticket.
"Any luck with the interrogation?" Kylo Ren asked one of his underlings as he approached the designated "interrogation room", labelled "Enquiries Office."
"No, sir." The man replied curtly, careful not to be the target of his boss' wrath. Kylo Ren's "Little Tantrum's" as they were called, were infamous throughout First Order, regardless of which branch you worked in. One toe out of line could result in automatic termination of your job (or life according to some rather imaginative employees).
"Has the temperature been turned up?" Ren asked, peering into the room through the one way mirror.
"Yes, sir." The timid man assured him. Sure enough, Kylo saw condensation streaking down Dameron's face.
"I wish to speak with our guest myself." Ren stated. It wasn't a request.
"Uh, yes, sir." The man nodded, avoiding eye contact, and opened the door for Ren.
Poe Dameron sat inside, forehead pressed against the cool metal of the table. When he heard the door open his head shot up and he glanced over to find the source of the noise. When he caught sight of Kylo Ren's familiar helmet he glowered.
"Do you ever take that stupid thing off?" Poe goaded. Kylo scowled beneath his mask.
"Where's the stick."
"I'll never tell you." His voice unsteady.
Kylo huffed through his nostrils. "We'll see about that." He replied forbiddingly. And turned a dial on the wall up further. "I could just let you sweat it out." He taunted and started towards the door.
"Oi! Drama queen. Come back here and show your face you coward." Poe shouted as the masked man turned the handle.
Kylo turned and sat across from Dameron. "You will tell me where the USB stick is. Then, you'll get a nice bottle of cool water." He tempted.
"No. I won't give it to you." The delivery boy spat back.
"Condensation on the plastic. Droplets rolling down the sides." Kylo described, his tongue darting over his lower lip.
"Listen here you helmet wearing asshole." Poe snapped, pointing a finger accusingly. "You can't-"
Bang. Kylo slammed his gloved hands on the table. "I get that you don't understand my dedication to this aesthetic." He started through gritted teeth. "Probably because you don't have a cohesive one of you own." He added, eyes darting over Poe"s attire, "But you can't keep avoiding the question." He warned forebodingly.
"Mask wearing prick." Poe grumbled as he sat, waiting for his water. He scrunched his eyes closed in aggravation. He couldn't believe he had given up BB-8 like that. At least the A/C was on at full blast. But now all he wanted was to get out of there. They wouldn't just let him go, he thought grimly. They'd be liable to kidnapping charges. His face grew pale, but the opening door snapped him out of his thoughts. Another man, again in a mask, entered, grasping a water bottle. "Get up, come on." The man instructed him, holding the door open. Poe stood cautiously. Was this a trap? He took the bottle as he passed the man into the hallway. The masked man escorted him down the corridor, hand between his shoulder blades. He turned them into a small storage closet.
The man ripped off his mask and gave Poe a nervous smile. "I'm breaking you out of here." He revealed.
"What? Wh-"
"No time for questions, we just have to get away from here."
"You need a driver." Poe concluded with a wide grin.
The man returned his smile with a nod of agreement.
"I need a driver."
AN: Thanks for the positive response to my last chapter! I work faster with feedback. Hint. I'm not sure how rigidly I'll stick to the plot of the movies - probably not much once Rey and Finn get out of Jakku, but we'll see.