Zale Calrissan inhaled a sharp breath. 

Her breath had grown shallow, blood dripping from her forehead. Her temples throbbed from exhaustion, jolts of pain had numbed her body. Reminding herself she needed to stay strong. Her wrists were turned a slight shade of red from her efforts of trying budge her way out,

The cell contained no bars, and they wouldn't be needed. There was absolutely nowhere Zale could run if she somehow found away to escape her restraints. Her mind was now plagued by how she failed the mission.

"I had no idea we had the the best pilot in the Resistance on board....comfortable?" A disoriented male voice came in front of her. Covered in all black, mask directly meeting her in the eyes. His breathing sent a slight shiver of coldness down her spine.

But she could still hear the tone of a young man she used to know in her youth. Maybe she couldn't see his raven hair and the mischievous glint in his eyes that she'd known. But it wasn't hard to tell that Ren wasn't exactly pure evil.

Zale shrugged, knowing full well who she was talking to, "Not exactly the way I'd thought you'd throw down the welcome mat. Thought I was expecting your master to have come done this."

"I shall tell you that Empress Rey and I are equals in the force," Kylo tilted his head, quizically at her, "We want the same thing."

"You don't suppose there's Bacta tank somewhere?" Zale instinctively interrupted him.

"The old man gave you it. Where is it," Kylo Ren tried again.

"What makes you think that you can get it out of me before you kill me, Ben?" Zale challenged him.

She knew she struck a chord, just what she wanted. If Jynne somehow believed this man was good, then Zale was sure that Ben would immediately try not to fail orders. She knew the young man and he couldn't fool her.

Annoyed, Ren raised his hand, pulling through the veils of the force. Zale's face moved forwards, the air had grown thicker. The pain increased, her face swelling up into a horrified silence.

"Where is it?"

"The Resistance will never be intimidated by you. We have a Jedi, you've already lost!" Zale managed through her mouth, not allowing screams of pain to fall out.

"The map."

Zale's jaw clenched, her teeth gritting before the pain became to immense. Her mind and body felt naked and open towards the force. Before she could, a disgruntled and blood curdling scream of pain echoed across her cell.

"It's in a droid. A BB unit."

Kylo turned in his heel as he exited the holding cell, Phasma awaiting him. As expected, the interrogation had not taken long. Nor did the Captain dare to ask if he'd been successful.

"Well, if it's on Jakku then we'll be able to find it, sir," Phasma responded.

"Check all of the scavenger spaceports as well. We can't be to sure that the BB Unit hasn't already managed to get aboard a ship."

"Yes, sir." She was plainly pleased to be hearing instructions, "Even all the spaceports offer enough concealment for the droid. I'll send soldiers down to the Niima and Lairi Spaceports."

"Do it now!"

"Empress Rey has requested the prisoner."

A woman's voice spoke outside of Zale's jail cell, snapping her out of her thoughts. Her eyes barely had enough strength to even keep open. Slumped and shackled, and yet she was still alive from all the pain.

It wasn't her fault the truth had slipped her grasp, telling herself in the lonely darkness. For an ordinary human being, no matter how string they saw themselves as, resisting the power of creatures like Empress Rey and Kylo Ren was simply not possible. She'd tried and had failed.

She didn't care anymore what they did to her now. The little of value she know possessed, no longer of use to the First Order. Doubting that they would keep her alive or even well feed.

She sagged in her seat as the cell door slid open. At least everything would be over soon. 

Two stormtroopers, one shorter and one taller, came out of the opened door. Removing her restraints, roughly pulling her up onto her feet. Her heels were numbed as if they had fallen asleep for being in that position too long.

"Move, Rebel Scum," A woman's voice came from the shorter solider.

Zale commanded her feet to walk as the troopers lead her down a hallway. One roughly holding onto her cuffs and the other armed with their blaster. Officers and soldiers passed by, not caring to even look up at the three.

Her mind was now plagued with last wishes. A wish to see her parents faces one last time, to feel an embrace from Kyla, and to see the cocky, Poe Dameron's smile. She'd failed, but she wouldn't die without defiance of some sort.

Failure couldn't be the only thing that plagued her before death. Hope filled her veins and family ever since The Empire. And she would not disappoint her family.

"You can ease up a bit," Zale snarled at the guard.

"Turn here," The shorter torpor spoke again, sending the solider holding her to throw her into a secluded area. Zale's face erupted into confusion as she looked at her surroundings.

Nobody could see her nor could they see the two troopers. Carefully, the troopers removed their masks, revealing sweaty faces of two humans. Both faces determined and full of the spark of hope that Jynne talked about so often at the base.

The woman had much longer hair compared the buzzcut shaved hair of the young man. Easily could've been mistaken as siblings to say the least. The First Order had stolen children from all ages, but she knew they were an example of such evil.

"Listen, very carefully," The male trooper pointed his finger in her direction, "Pay attention. You do exactly as we say and we can get you out of here."

"I-What?? Who are you guys??" Zale fumbled over her words. 

"Would you be quiet and listen to him?" The woman demanded of her.

"This is a rescue. We are helping you." The man informed her, "Can you fly a shuttle?"

Zale's face drew up into a slight smile, maybe her prayers and last wishes had been answered, "I can fly anything."

"Good to hear," The woman faked a smile, "We need to hurry this along. Phasma's searching for us in our quarters."

"What....are you with the Resistance?" Zale inquired to the group.

"What the-No!" The man answered, "That's crazy! Do you seriously think they would recklessly come aboard a ship outnumbered and outgunned thinking they could get you safely back to base? No, we are breaking you out of here."

"Come on!" The woman slid her mask back on, "Let's get a move on!"

"I'm getting there!" The man shouted, sliding his helmet back on.

"Why would you even help me?" Zale asked.

"Because it's the right thing to do," The man responded.

"Get the goofy smile off your face."

The woman trooper instructed at Zale, who had been idiotically swelled with pride and hope. She obediently bowed her head down, keeping a lower profile as they marched her into docking bay. Nothing was safe when they had entered the docking bay.

Eyes of security were everywhere, burning a whole against the three. They hadn't dared waste time on standing out against the crowd of soldiers and officers, directing their way towards the ships. Relief had freely flowed throughout Zale's body.

"Who wouldn't think a prisoners a maniac if they had a smile on their face?" The man muttered.

"One who's just been given another chance to run away," Zale answered.

"Shush! Both of you!" The woman hissed yet again, turning to a guard, "Prisoner transport."

"You can loosen up a bit on the grip," Zale added.

The woman must've rolled her eyes as she grabbed Zale from the man, "Let's keep this quiet shall we?"

"Stay calm, stay calm," The man repeated.

"I am calm," Zale feigned offense in a whisper.

"No! I'm telling myself to keep calm," The man replied.

"Great," The woman muttered, "act like you're scared for your life. Like your doom is on its way," she then ordered to Zale. Zale complied, a worried expression creased lines across her face. Her eyes looking like they were a frightened pup.

Marching on board the ship wasn't too hard. The officer had asked for a passcode to which the woman gave him her datapad. Zale watched as the officer scanned over the datapad with his own scanner before handing it back to Zale.

Her eyes lighting up at the sight of the lit up console. Buttons and switches glowed shades of green and red. Struggling to remove her jacket off her body, ripping seams off the bloodied sleeves.

The man pushed Zale on board the ship, almost sending her to trip off the crack of the ramp. Pulling her body up as the ramp closed, then the man and woman removed their helmets. Nodding at each other as the woman grabbed a large tool from underneath her leg armor.

"Woah! What are you-" Zale was cut off when the woman, unlocked her cuffs.

"Thought you wouldn't want to be having trouble while driving the ship..

"I like your style,"Zale let a smile creep up on her face before voices outside could be heard.

"Exit the vehicle, now!!! We know you are carrying the resistance prisoner on board."

"Great," The man huffed.

"It's not over yet," Zale assured them, leaping into action. Running up to the cockpit, grabbing the levers of the driver seat. Gun fire had begun to pierce the side of the ship, but wanst fast enough for Zale's quick mind.

A loud roar ignited from the engine and a few yells could be heard outside. Her foot hitting the pedal as she jumped into the chair. The ship practically sprung to life, launching into space.

"How the-" The man gaped.

"I'm gonna need someone at the guns! They aren't going to exactly allow us to leave!"

Zale began flicking open channels, searching for a spike of blue energy. Her mind immediately had went back to worrying about BB-8 and his whereabouts. Left on the rusting and dusty planet of Jakku.

Jynne had to have gotten her signal at some point. The one person who could rush into action when things went sideways. She had to be, she had to be was all that Zale could hope.

Her control panel lit up, the tracking device had spotted Tie-Fighters heading their way. Pulling hard down on the lever, sending the ship flying underneath the ship. She still needed enough time to check out where Jynne's signal was.

"What did I say about those guns?" Zale shouted in the back.

"Coming up," The woman nodded.

"Do you two have a name?" Zale asked, gun fire scarring against the side of the ship.

"FN-2187."

"FN-2189."

"What?!? That's not a name!" Zale shouted.

"That's all they ever gave us," The man responded.

"Well.....you seem like siblings to me," Zale answered, the sound of another fire being blasted in their direction, "I'm a call you, Finn and Verenia." 

"Finn?" The woman questioned, "That actually has a nice ring to it. Take it!"

"Fine, I will," The man smiled, "Finn. Finn. I like it."

"Good. I wasn't planning on calling you your......gibberish like name," Zale smiled.

Verenia pulled out a control panel from inside one of the nooks of the ship, flicking open the screen to get full access to the canons, "Where are we heading?"

Zale was silent, waiting for the beeping of Jynne's signal to go off. Her eyes darted at the screen, there wasn't much in the Jakku central system. The two spaceports that lay of either end of the planet could easily be where they needed to head.

Going back to Jakku would be a deathwish. Stormtroopers already filled up the planet, searching for BB-8. When she got back to base, Poe was indeed going to kill her.

A loud siren like beeping echoed through the ship, Zale's face creeping up with a smile, "The Niima spaceport."

"What?!? No!" Finn yelled, "We can't stay here!!"

"My droid is on that ship!"

"You might be attached to your droid, but I'm attached to getting out of this!!" Verenia added.

"That droid is more important and who said we wouldn't make it," Zale abruptly pulled the ship upwards.

"I'm gonna be sick," Finn muttered, his face slightly turning a hint of green. He had no choice, but to watch as Zale effortlessly swirled the ship towards Jakku.

"Status Report!" Empress Rey ordered.

Her arms crossed, teeth gritting hard against each other. The glass panel outlooking the fight between the lone shuttle and the Tie-Fighters. The commanders and comrades had been late to getting the canons going.

Kylo marched into the bridge, just as infuriated as his equal. Seething off of anger and frustration at their officers inability to stop the prisoners escape. Phasma immediately responding to her masters wishes.

"The resistance pilot is on board."

"He had help," Kylo turned to face Phasma, "He had help form one of your soldiers."

"I can only assume it was one of my troopers who disobeyed orders to return to their quarters. The brother and sister form the planet, Cronus XI."

"They were the ones ho freed the prisoner then?" Empress Rey marched up, angrily eyeing her trooper.

"What did they disobey?" Kylo asked.

"They disobeyed orders to fulfill on firing on the townspeople, claiming their guns were not loaded."

"They are heading for the Niima Spaceport!" A commander svoice said below them.

"Follow them! Shot them down! Do what we you can, Captain." Rey snarled.

"Yes, Empress," Phasma nodded.