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As Rey carefully moved down the hallway, she ensured that her every step was quiet enough that the consistent hum of the ship completely erased her audible presence. Meanwhile, her hand was loosely resting on the light saber that hung off her belt. Despite it being the only weapon she currently possessed (other than Ren's saber supposedly still on her belt), its smooth, metallic hilt and plasma blade were both mysterious and foreign to her.

She had found wielding it extremely dangerous considering a small slip was all it took for her hand to be severed from her arm. When she fought Kylo Ren, she had spent nearly half the battle ensuring that her hand was a safe distance from the laser. The scavenger also disliked how its reach did not match that of her staff from Jakku. This meant she had to get very close to her opponent, which was something she had little experience doing. Rey might have been able to miraculously defeat Kylo Ren wielding it, yet she greatly missed the familiarity and ease of using her former weapon. Regardless, she would once again utilize it if faced with danger.

In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, the scavenger knew it was more probable to silently locate the hijackers before they became aware of her presence. It would be foolish to activate her rather loud light saber and tactlessly attack the intruders without knowing their numbers, or who they even were.

Regardless, I'm already outnumbered Rey thought as she tightened her grip on the light saber's hilt.

Despite the situation not exactly being in her favor, she did have some experience handling multiple opponents. Rey just hoped that whoever these people were, their skills did not exceed the unrefined fighting techniques of the scavengers back on Jakku. On the other hand, if the hijackers happened to be crazy, force wielding, First Order murderers like Kylo Ren, she might be in trouble.

The ship may have been a decent size, yet there weren't exactly too many places the invaders could be. The vessel was a simple shuttle, not a hefty cargo freighter or a star destroyer. That meant there were only a two places they could have infiltrated the ship. Considering they were in space, it was impossible to open the ramp, so that left the airlock. With no better leads, Rey decided she would investigate their point of entry.

As she neared the corner that would lead into the airlock room, Rey pressed her back against the wall and slid towards the entryway. Standing next to the room's opening, she carefully listened for the slightest whisper or footstep.

After a few minutes of complete silence, Rey began to wonder if there was anyone in the room. Maybe the intruders were elsewhere on the ship? Risking a quick peek, Rey's thoughts were confirmed when she found no one there. The only point of interest was the currently opened airlock door.

They must have connected their ship. If not, the airlock wouldn't be carelessly open, and I would probably be in space by now she observed.

With no threats in sight, Rey walked into the room and approached the airlock entrance. She curiously peered through the pressurized doorway and found a long walkway connected to the vacuum entryway.

Rey sighed. The bang we felt earlier must have been from their ship attaching to ours she realized. At this thought she frowned and grasped her now bruised forehead.

As the scavenger studied the old walkway, she wondered if the hijackers had momentarily returned to their ship. If that was the case, then maybe she could forcibly command the airlock to close. With the connection between the ships gone, Rey could attempt to pilot the ship to safety. However, the hyperdrive still wouldn't work and there was only one engine running. Evading the newcomer's pursuit would be difficult, if not impossible. Yet she still had to try.

Rey turned to access the airlock's control panel, but when she tapped a button its screen was red and…

Offline! Damn it! They were able to override the ship's systems!

The only way she could forcibly close the airlock now was if she personally disabled the override. Only problem was, that meant she had to sneak onto their ship.

Rey looked down the long walkway once more, but could not see what lay on the other side due to its dim lighting. All she saw was a darkness that could very well be concealing enemies with their blasters ready. The moment she stepped onto the walkway, was the moment she possibly stepped in front of a firing squad.

"Don't be afraid, Rey…" a strange voice whispered.

Rey's almost jumped in surprise when she heard the voice speak. She activated her light saber and frantically looked around thinking it was one of the hijackers who had spoken. However, her search told her that the room was as desolate as before. Turning off her light saber, Rey simply stood there confused, dazed even. Then suddenly, the uncertainty she felt was chased away by recognition. That voice, it's the voice I heard in the forest. It was the voice of that…

The ghost unexpectedly materialized on the walkway, its eerie glow chasing away the darkness. He appeared exactly how she remembered, clad in his strange robes and an unreadable visage. They both watched each other closely, Rey daring not to speak in fear that he would disappear again without answering her questions.

This time he did not direct her towards some unknowable destination. Rey already knew where she needed to be. The ghost gave a gentle nod as if aware of this. It almost seemed like he was encouraging her. Then just like in the forest, his form began to dissolve once more.

"No, wait!" she cried. Yet it was no use, before long he had returned to the nothingness from which he came. As a result of this, the walkway was once again bathed in darkness.

Realizing that he wasn't coming back, Rey tried to shake off her disappointment and focus on the task at hand. Well the ghost never let me down before, so I guess it's safe to assume no one's going to kill me when I reach the other side, Rey thought as she stepped forward and began to cross the walkway. She hadn't gotten answers from him this time, but hopefully, when in a less dangerous situation, they would meet again. They just had to. The scavenger needed to understand why he was guiding her, and most of all, who he was.

When Rey finally stepped onto the intruder's ship, she took note of its rusted floors and the loose wires that hung from the ceiling. Some of circuitry wasn't even covered as it clung to the aged walls. Every so often Rey would cringe when she ducked under wires or pipes crudely taped together. The ship could have been older than the Millennium Falcon for all she knew.

This piece of junk was able to override my ship? She wondered.

"Yeah, so as I was saying. I reckon this ship is First Order," an approaching voice said.

Hearing the voice come from just around the corner, Rey panicked and looked around for a place to hide. She attempted to pull the floor grates up, but they wouldn't budge like on the Millennium Falcon or Han's smuggling ship. Giving up, she desperately looked around for the next best thing. Rey had almost decided to sprint back to her ship when an odd feeling told her to look at the ceiling.

Perfect, an air vent!

Fortunately this ship wasn't immaculate like the First Order shuttle, and had crates scattered about the hallway. Rey hopped onto one directly underneath the vent and tentatively pushed the air grate to test how secure it was. She smiled in relief when it loosely slid out of its place. She proceeded to completely push it inside of the vent until there was an opening large enough for her to climb through. Using her scavenger skills she pulled herself up into the vent and quickly slid the grate back in place just as the intruders arrived.

"We can't get too excited. It might be one of those refurbished imperial shuttles. It's hard to tell the difference these days," one of the figures sighed. Rey eyes widened when she realized that these people were the speakers from before. Unfortunately, she couldn't get a good look at them with the grate in the way.

"Even better! Vintage is in! I'm tellin ya!" the first voice cheered.

"Only if you have the right buyer though!" the other voice argued.

Who are these people, ship sellers or something? she pondered. The second voice does have a point though, modern ships always sell better.

Eventually their bickering diminished once the hijackers crossed the walkway to return to her ship.

I just hope they don't find Kylo Ren Rey thought as she recalled how she left the force user alone.

The doors locked anyway she reminded herself as she began to crawl through the air shaft. As long as he's silent and remains in his room until I return, everything should be fine.

Kylo Ren stretched his wrists now that they were no longer uncomfortably bound by the Jakku girl's gauzy cloth. Thanks to his light saber, what was left of it existed as a charred pile of fabric by his feet. Free of his restraints, Ren practiced a figure 8 with his saber and relished in the way it crimson blade sparked and crackled with power. Though the action was far more painful than usual, he allowed the pain to seep into his inner being and kindle his drive.

He had missed the way his self-constructed weapon comfortably fit within his palm as executed the forms the Supreme Leader had entrusted him with. Whatever happened, he would not disappoint his Master again. No matter the shape he was in, it was time Kylo Ren quit playing prisoner and finally took control of the situation.

With his objective in mind, Ren shut off his light saber and began to search the room's cabinets for the rest of clothing. He couldn't exactly allow his enemies know that his chest was heavily bandaged, therefore displaying his weak points. As for his face, well, he would never let anyone get that close to him ever again.

Ren was beginning to lose his patience every time he opened a cabinet and was met with medkits and other supplies. He couldn't imagine Rey taking it elsewhere and locking it away. It had to be in the room somewhere.

Tearing open the last cabinet, he was immensely pleased when he finally found his dark clothing neatly folded on a shelf. Ren wasted no time as he threw on his long-sleeved shirt, surcoat, belt, gloves, and hooded cape. In order to hide his bandaged face he placed his hood over his raven hair. Ren's clothing had a few scorch marks and holes here and there, but he would have to make do with them until he returned to the First Order. Dressed in his familiar garb that distinguished him as a proud Knight of Ren, Kylo Ren felt his authority return to him.

Now to get out of here.

Just as he expected, the door was locked, but that could easily be solved. Ren stabbed his light saber through the metal door and drew its plasma blade through it like a knife through butter. His saber's path was closely followed by an incandescent line of molten metal that destroyed the door's smooth surface. Before long he cut out an opening large enough for him to walk through.

Finally free of the small room, Kylo Ren strode down the hallway, eager to encounter the ship's guests. The sooner he found them, the sooner he could have his light saber pointed at their necks as he made his demands. However the walking was making his injured side burn. Ren clenched his teeth and reminded himself to embrace the pain, but the task was becoming more difficult by the second.

As he neared a corner, he suddenly stopped when he heard the voices from before. This time they seemed to be quarreling.

"Enough! I don't care what you think! Old ships will always have a classic charm!" a nearby voice exclaimed.

"Is that why we fly around space in that crappy ship then?" another asked sarcastically.

"Don't you call my baby crap!"

Before they could round the corner, Kylo Ren activated his light saber and tried to stand up straight despite the pain he was experiencing. Part of his superiority in battle was attributed to the fear he instilled in his victims. He may have been lacking his imposing mask, but he would still demonstrate his commanding aura.

"Well that's what it-who the heck is this!" a young man with short brown hair yelled once he rounded the corner.

A second man who looked identical to him pulled his blaster out. "It doesn't matter! Shoot him!" he cried as several shots were issued from his weapon.

Kylo Ren twirled his light saber as he easily deflected the shots, but painfully grunted when the motion further tore at his side.

"What's wrong?" one of the men taunted. "Having a little trouble?"

Both the men increased the rate of their shots, leaving Kylo Ren more winded than usual as he tried to catch their barrage with his weapon.

Realizing he couldn't keep this up, he raised his left hand.

"Enough!" he yelled and force threw the men onto the floor.

Though they landed roughly, it wasn't powerful enough to knock them out. Kylo Ren slowly moved towards them, trying hard not to grab his side and collapse. When they weakly lifted their weapons once more, Ren flicked his wrist and their blasters flew out of their now trembling hands.

"Listen, we didn't mean to try to kill you!"

The other man quickly nodded. "Yeah, it was just a big misunderstanding!" he added.

Ren brought his unstable light saber close to their faces. They pitifully tried to duck away from it and raise their hands in surrender. The fight had been more work than usual, but in the end he knew he would triumph. Two weaklings didn't stand a chance against a Knight of-

"When will you learn boys," a light voice suddenly stated.

There was a powerful kick to Kylo Ren's injured side and he painfully fell on the floor. When he landed, his light saber shut off and slipped out of his hand. The Knight of Ren hissed in discomfort and weakly grasped at his side.

"Always wait for me before you get the party started," a woman admonished as she ripped something off of her belt.

With Kylo Ren helplessly lying down and momentarily distracted by his injury, the mysterious woman firmly grasped one of his wrists and snapped something around it.

In a fit of rage he tried to lunge at the smirking woman, but she hit a button on her belt. What Ren felt next was worse than the agony of his combined injuries.

His body convulsed with an electric shock so powerful he wondered if he would even survive. It felt like a thousand needles were tirelessly impaling his muscles all at once. Snoke had taught him how to endure pain, but what he was experiencing was far too much. Kylo Ren tried so hard not the scream, to not appear weak, that he bit his lip until he tasted the metallic flavor of his own blood.

The woman placed her hands on her hips and watched Ren writhe on the floor. "Well it looks like we got ourselves a tough guy," she observed. She then mercifully hit the button again, shutting off the electricity.

The moment he was released from his torment, Kylo Ren began to heavily pant as sweat dripped down his face and stung his eyes. Meanwhile the woman simply looked at him as if he was the most pathetic creature she had ever witnessed.

How dare she! His mind spat in rage. If Ren had the strength, he would have used his light saber to strike her down.

"That'll teach you for trying to hurt my little brothers," she stated. "Now unless you want to be electrocuted again by that little cuff around your wrist, I suggest you be a good prisoner".

Hatred boiled in Kylo Ren's dark eyes as he looked at the dark haired woman smirking down at him.

"Rigil, Regulus!" she called.

"Yes sister!" the twins replied from there place on the floor.

"Grab him and bring him back to our ship," she instructed.

"Of course Almari!" the man, Rigil replied.

As Kylo Ren felt the two dimwits he had defeated earlier grab hold of his arms, he didn't even have the power to fight back. He tried to use the force, but his head became clouded and pulsated from a growing headache. Ren was tired beyond belief and was almost completely limp as they dragged him down the hallway.

He tightly closed his eyes in frustration.

This was not how his plan was supposed to go.

Rey moved through the air shaft at a good pace, thankful for her slim frame. Whenever she encountered an air grate, she would peek through it to see if there was anyone in the room. If the coast was clear, she would then remove it completely in order to discern whether she found the control room. Unfortunately she had not found it yet and was beginning to worry that if she didn't hurry the hijackers would discover Kylo Ren.

I don't even know who should be more afraid of the other, the intruders or Kylo Ren. Rey then imagined the imposing First Order sympathizer and his signature scowl. Yeah…they probably wouldn't like Ren if they found him.

As far as she could tell, there only seemed to be two people who had hijacked the ship. Practically all of the rooms on their vessel were empty, so that had to be the case. Lucky for her it meant that she was in less danger of being spotted as she went about her search.

Rey reached another air grate and just like the numerous times before, she glanced through its rusted metal bars to get a good look at the room that lay below. Thankfully, there seemed to be no one there, so she grasped the grate and pulled it up and out of the way. With an unobstructed view of the room, Rey found it to be filled with numerous screens and control boards.

This is it.

Like a nimble animal, she leapt from the air vent and landed soundlessly on a chair before finally stepping onto the floor. Once Rey was standing in front of the control panel, she began to quickly type on the keyboard in order to navigate her way through the different system settings.

Hygiene System. No. Engine System. No.

Rey fingers continued to tirelessly click against the keys.

Override System. Yes! She mentally cheered as she pulled up its commands.

Now all I have to do is-

"Come on! In here!" Rey suddenly heard one of the voices from earlier speak from down the hall.

Her hazel eyes anxiously looked at the monitor, then back to the door. Everything she needed to disable the override was right in front of her, and yet, she didn't know if she would have enough time. Indecision paralyzed Rey as she lamely stood in front of the control board.

As the steps grew louder, she knew she was running out of time. Any moment now she would be discovered. Biting back her willingness to finish her job, Rey swiftly climbed onto the chair before leaping back into the air vent. Just like before she secured the grate in place just as the figures entered the vicinity.

"Careful now, we wouldn't want to hurt the prisoner," one of the figures laughed as he and the other person carelessly dragged something into the room.

Wait. Did he just say prisoner?

Rey tried desperately to make at who the third person was, but she couldn't see properly through the grate.

"I don't even think that's possible!" the second person replied. "Alrami did quite a number on him. I'm surprised she let the poor bastard live."

"Well just because we're pirates for the Hutts doesn't mean we can't dabble in their other industries. They're always willing to offer credits for slaves."

The Hutts? Rey wondered. She knew that Niima the Hutt had established Niima Outpost, but that was the extent of her knowledge concerning the subject. Otherwise she had no idea what they were talking about.

"I suppose you have a point. I bet someone like him would fetch a fine price considering he can use those weird magical powers I've heard stories about."

Did they just say… weird magical powers?

Rey had a sinking feeling in her gut about who they were talking about. In order to confirm her suspicions, she quickly brought her eyes closer to a gap in the air grate in order to have a better view of the room's inhabitants. She quietly gasped at what she found. There he was, lying on the floor, nearly unconscious. The last time she had seen him in such a state was back on Starkiller Base.

Things just got more complicated Rey dreadfully realized as she saw Kylo Ren's dark figure sprawled across the floor.

A/N: Poor Kylo Ren, he's getting so beat up in this story. Eh, but he kind of deserves it after killing Han Solo.

Mysterious voice: Quell these thoughts! They lead to the dark side!

Alright, alright. I'll try and be nicer to him.

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