The woman who must have been Siv, was seated at a table in a simple room with minimal furnishings. Although it seemed more comfortable than the rest of the complex, from what Rey had seen.

"What is this?" Siv asked the younger woman who had met them in the hall.

"They say they're here to see you, Ma." She answered.

"Who are you?" Siv asked Rey.

"I'm Rey, do you…do you know Vi Moradi?" She inquired.

The woman's brow scrunched together slightly, "That's a name I haven't heard in a while...but it is familiar."

Ben took the liberty of sliding a chair out from the table for himself, "Is it alright if we sit down?" He asked.

The woman dipped her head once in reply.

"Vi came by here a while ago." She shifted her gaze to the younger woman, "Do you remember her?"

"I do, Ma," the woman nodded.

Rey looked between the two women a few times before asking, "Did Phasma," she paused looking at Ben, not even knowing how to form the question, "Did she have a daughter?"

Ben looked at Rey then, his brows knitting together and then looking back at Siv.

"Phasma? A daughter?" The woman snorted, "No, she would never let anything like that happen." She shook her head dismissively.

Rey felt herself take a breath involuntarily. Relief flooded over every fiber of her being.

"Phasma betrayed our tribe," Siv's voice was low.

"We're in a strange position here," Ben broke in, "My wife…she doesn't remember much of her…childhood."

Rey bit her lip, it wasn't information she shared easily, and it seemed to make people nervous.

"Phasma, in the Galactic Senate now, seems to have information about Rey that…seem impossible to know." He glanced at Rey, "Unless she has some source of intel, we don't know of anything to link her to my wife other than the fact that Phasma trained her for a short time to be a storm trooper, but we thought you might be able to help us."

The woman shook her head, "I'm sorry, I don't see how I could help."

Rey felt tears spring up in her eyes. It was a dead end.

She stood to her feet, anxious to leave before she started crying in front of everybody. Unconsciously, she placed a hand on her belly as she stood. Her hand swept over the bulge and smoothed her tunic.

"Oh," the younger woman breathed, "You're pregnant." Her voice was full of awe and wonder.

Rey looked back confused, and then to Ben. He pursed his lips a little. Rey looked back at the woman, "Yes, uh, I am."

The woman smiled pleasantly, "I'm sorry, it's just, I've never seen a pregnant woman before. This planet, it…it isn't healthy, it's dying."

Rey frowned; perhaps the things she had heard about Parnassos had been true after all.

"You can't have children?" she asked.

Siv answered, "It's very rare, our clan, the Scyre, had very few children, we were dying out quickly. I had Luekka," She motioned to her daughter. "But most of my pregnancy I was here, sheltered by this complex. Before that, I lost many pregnancies…there was only one child in the tribe for several years before that…" her voice faded off as her face took on a mysterious curiosity.

Siv looked at Rey with fresh eyes, studying her anew.

Rey's eyes narrowed as she exchanged a glance with Ben.

"Do you remember something?" Ben asked, voicing the question that seemed to hang in the air.

"It's just…" Siv stammered, pushing back from the table and stepping closer to Rey.

"What?" Rey whispered.

"Phasma had a brother…" the woman moved closer to her still, until she was standing only inches away from Rey, "Phasma's brother had a child."

Rey's eyes grew wide, "A…girl?"

The woman nodded, her eyes never leaving Rey's face.

Rey felt her voice fail as her throat tightened in near panic. Ben pushed his chair out of the way and was at her side, holding her around the waist.

"Do you know what happened to this girl?"

Siv shook her head, "Phasma killed everyone in our tribe. It was an ugly massacre out there in that desert sand. She slaughtered her own brother. The only two she left alive were me, and her niece. She took the little child with her and Brendol Hux to the First Order. She left me here alone, except for my daughter, already in my womb."

Siv placed a hand on Luekka's arm for a second as she said the last few words.

Rey was trembling but she had finally regained enough control of her faculties to ask, "What was the little girl's name?"

"Frey."

The room seemed to beginning spinning around Rey as she felt Ben's grip around her tighten as he lowered her into a chair.

"It's ok, I'm alright," Rey heard herself say, but it wasn't really, not yet. That name, so close to her own. The story of her life with all its odd shaped pieces seemed to be falling together into alignment.

The desert sand whipped at Rey as they stepped back outside the rough walls of the complex. Knowing about the environment of the planet, they didn't linger to survey the area, but instead began walking right for the ships.

Ben could sense Rey's despair as it penetrated the Force around her.

Ben squeezed her hand for a second and said, "We forgot to ask Siv if there were any traditional Scyre holidays you should spend with Phasma."

"Ben," Rey groaned but involuntarily broke out into a laugh. "Oh, it's horrible."

He pulled her into a hug as they walked, encircling her shoulders with his long arms, "It will be fine, no matter what."

Author's Note:

A lot of key points here were revealed in the Phasma novel, if you haven't read it, definitely give it a shot, it's a great read. Phasma really does have a niece named Frey that she took to the First Order and placed in the storm trooper training program and later suffered a mysterious death.

I would love for Rey to have an incredible back story, and there may still be secrets revealed in Episode IX :-)