Rogue

The ancient ship whined as it settled on to its landing gear in the Kijimi City port. The Millennium Falcon was sure to pique the curiosity of the criminals in this city. That was exactly what Rey intended when she decided to take it over a Resistance ship. She needed them to be interested and wanted them to come looking for her. A sinister smile spread out across her face at the thought of the old saying of how curiosity killed the cat. One switch after the other, Rey shut the engines off before she stood up from the pilot's chair patting herself down. Lightsaber, check. Blaster in its holster, check. Satisfied, Rey turned and shimmied out of the cramped cockpit. She took in the ship, committing it to memory as she walked its circular halls. She was uncertain that she would ever see this ship again. For years it stood as a symbol of hope and freedom for the galaxy, and now Rey was offering it up as bait for her vengeful vendetta. She shook the thought out of her head as she approached the entrance to her quarters. The door opened with a hydraulic hiss, the lights skittering to life. The dim artificial light illuminated everything that bitterly reminded Rey of the girl she decided to let go of. Let the past die, an untimely reminder of Ben Solo's words surfaced in her thoughts.

Rey scowled at the memory attached to those words, pushing it down further into the darkness that propelled her mission. She approached the modest bureau when her hands collapsed on the small knobs of the top drawer of the dresser, sliding it open with a creak. A dark-colored wool cloak laid neatly folded before her. The dense material quickly unfurled towards the floor as she pulled it from its compartment. Rey looked at it for a moment, thinking it would do well in the climate of Kijimi. It felt rough on the exposed skin of her arms and shoulders, but it was the best way to conceal the most infamous lightsaber that sat hooked to her belt. The weight of the cloak felt comforting to Rey as she gave herself a quick nod before she headed towards the door. Her steps were determined as they echoed off the metal grating of the ship. Her adrenaline started to rush when she approached the open ramp, but she kept her face expressionless and her thoughts collected. Rey's hands rose to the collar of the cloak, grabbing the hood, and brought it over her head. The hood cast a shadow over her eyes that blended in with the darkness. She needed to look suspicious for her plan to work.

The day had ended and the sun was long gone. Kijimi at night is when all the low-life criminals come out to play. Criminals that were tuned into the underbelly of society; criminals that had the information she needed. The night air was frigid on top of the mountainous plateau of Kijimi City. Equally, the city was carved out from the same dark, rough stone. Buildings were stacked on top of each other leaving no space left for any new infrastructure in the old city. The wind blew through the thick cloak, nipping at Rey's skin as she walked through a tunnel that led from the port. She took in a deep breath, sensing the energy of Kijimi. It was overpowered by a deep, sinister force; barring any good from living here. It was quiet, Rey thought as she continued further into the city, making her way to Thieves Quarters. She took in her surroundings, making a mental map of the city. She made note of the endless series of stairs and maze-like alleyways. No light lit her way as she passed an endless row of hovels that were elevated at different heights, and in the night they looked like nothing fruitful could come from them. Most looked as if they were on the verge of collapsing.

Her ears perked up at the distant sound of lively music and indistinct chatter that flowed out into the open air. Rey's feet pounded on the roughly cobbled stone streets as she ran towards the sounds. She rounded a sharp corner of a building, continuing straight down a nameless street as the sounds grew closer. She stopped at the end of it before taking a right into an alleyway. The music and voices became closer as she stepped into the next street. Thieves Quarters was alive with people and dim lights that were strung up, zig-zagging from building to building. Make-shift stands littered the alleyway with crooks for customers making their way from stall to stall. The patrons held up merchandise from the tables, examining them. Some were huddled in the streets talking and laughing. As innocent as this place looked on the outside. Rey knew that this was the place where she would find the answers to her questions.

She continued down the road, further into the belly of Thieves Quarters, passing weapon dealer's shops that were dark inside and had bars for windows. As she walked, she kept her head held high, but any time a passerby looked at the cloak clad Rey, they hurried out of her way. The crowd split around her, avoiding the malevolent force that exuded off her. If this was any other circumstance Rey would have thought she had forgotten to take a shower or maybe to brush her teeth, but this she knew to be her newfound power seeping from every pore. It invigorated her and for the first time in her life, Rey felt truly free, free of the contracts that tied her to the Jedi. But, most importantly she was free from the ties to her former self. It made her fearless, dangerous. All of the newfound energy that would have been wasted on relationships and emotions was now tied into this quest for vengeance.

Rey stopped at the door, peering into the bustle of a cantina. She looked up at the metal sign naming the cantina Keiran's Watering Hole. She brought her gaze back to the crowd that was made up of all sorts of species; Human, Zabrak, and Togrutas alike filled the cramped space. She sat at the archway looming like a dark harbinger with intents no one was prepared for. Rey crossed the threshold, gliding past the patrons. Each took one look at her as she passed before they quickly looked away from her seemingly black eyes. She never felt so many eyes swivel in her direction. The Dark felt good, its fiery clutches made her feel alive with power. The lively air of the cantina turned tentatively aware of the young woman whose sinister will poured out into the air of the room. A human male and female Togruta stood together talking, catching a glance of cloaked Rey. Their eyes expressed a quick glimmer of fear before they looked away and tried as best as possible to get out of her path. She walked past the couple without as much a second glance or thought.

The far side of the cantina was dedicated to serving the patrons. The bar was dark stained wood with basic wooden stools that creaked as Rey's weight settled on it. The barkeep, a waitdroid whose paint was chipped and faded green, came up to Rey and with a mechanical voice, asked for her order. Without looking up from the bar's surface Rey asked for water. She needed to keep a clear head as she waited for her prey. She kept the cloak on with its large hood up, knowing the word was spreading of the figure in a cloak was spotted arriving in the notorious Millennium Falcon. One corner of Rey's lips tilted up in a smirk as she chuckled to herself. Her plan was perfect and the ones who looked for her had no idea the horror she was willing to unleash on them for information. She sipped her water, it was recycled and had metallic notes to it as it touched her tongue. She grimaced at the taste of the water as the vision from the Knights of Ren came back to her. Her hands gripped her glass with white knuckles while the knight's rage and need for blood poured through her again.

Even a week ago, this would have frightened her. She knew that the Dark always existed within her, and like Ben Solo, she struggled to keep herself balanced. But now, that Rey is dead; she died on Ahch-To. This Rey relished in the Dark's warm hold and was enthralled with the hunt and was willing to do anything to get to the Knights. Willing to do anything to bury Kylo Ren's lightsaber deep into the Knight's flesh. A man's voice pulled her out of her thoughts. They were off to the side of the room speaking loudly of finding the pilot who flew the Millennium Falcon to Kijimi Port. Rey smiled in the shadow of the hood, her teeth bared. She couldn't help the excitement from surfacing and altering her stoic expression. So it begins, Rey thought to herself, the smile still plastered on her face. She took another drink of water before collecting herself, wiping the grin away. She used her hands to push off the bar to stand. The crowd hardly noticed her now, used to the darkness that loomed over her as she moved through them. She slinked out the door trying to be as suspicious as possible by walking by the man who spoke too loudly, but she pawed at the idea that it was on purpose and he already knew who to look for.

The street was still bustling with merchants and buyers. She walked past them with silent, graceful steps. Rey listened closely for footsteps that matched her pace, waiting for the man to catch up. But there were multiple behind her that echoed off the cobbled street. Rey hovered a hand to her back, just over the black alloy hilt of the lightsaber as she took a sharp right into a dark alley. She needed the next events to be private, away from prying eyes. The melody of different gaits followed her down into the secluded and pitch-black backstreet of Thieves Quarters. The aggressors not knowing they were the ones who were the prey, were being lured further away from the crowds. Rey took a left, zig-zagging through barren streets and alleys before she stopped at a dead end. She kept her cloaked back to them. They all filed in just feet behind her and from what she could tell there were at least four of them.

"We are done playing this game, Han Solo. Where's your big furry friend, huh?" The same male voice sounded behind her with sarcasm and arrogance lacing through it. The leader, Rey presumed, of this ragtag team of crooks. The group sniggered at his remark before settling down, waiting for a reply. Rey offered up a hidden smile of her own, internally laughing at the simple genius of her plan, but she could not contain it; it was too tempting to resist. Her laughter erupted, bouncing off the stone walls, filling the silent air. Her amusement started to break and twist into maniacal bursts, contorting into short, beastly breaths.

Rey pivoted, her breath ragged with madness, to face her aggressors. Even with only the moon for light, Rey could see the looks of horror in their eyes. The leader was a tall human, dressed in khaki and dark grey colored clothes that fit his form. He was surrounded by three other human males that matched his ensemble. A female Chiss whose blue skin and red eyes looked as black as the night. Rey had to admit that this was the first time she had seen one in the flesh. She was the only one who did not look scared of the cloaked figure before them. How assuming that I am the one not leaving here tonight, Rey's thoughts shot like a bullet in the night at the female Chiss as her demeanor quickly shifted.

"Who are you? You are not Han Solo." The leader's voice faltered slightly, fear gripped the back of his throat. A corner of Rey's lips could not help but rise in delight at the panic that was inflected by the mere sight of her. Her hands hung at her side began to twitch, flinging his four friends to the wall. Their bodies hit with hard thuds on the stoney surface. They cried out with short sounds of injury, trying to escape the invisible hand that held them there, feet from the ground. The leader's muscles jerked, ready to abandon his comrades and run from the dark-cloaked woman in front of him. Rey walked towards him with eerily graceful steps with her other hand outstretched. Fear panged within his beating chest and Rey could feel it driving his urge to run, but she had him in her clutches.

"Me? My name is of no concern to you. What does matter is how you answer my questions." Rey was right in front of him now, circling him like the prey.

"What is your name, hm? Tell me." Her voice was low, demanding and absent of emotion. It unnerved the quivering man that was glued to the street. He had nowhere to run now.

"My- m," the man shook trying to spit the words out. Rey reached out with the Force, grabbing the man's throat, applying enough pressure to make the man begin to struggle for air. His eyes bulged and widened with panic, his impending fate setting in. She released her hold; she couldn't have him die on her until she got what she came for.

"My name is Rogue." The man spat out between rough gasps for air that filled the silence between them. Rogue's team, deathly still. Maybe she had thrown them too hard. She stared for a moment into the eyes of this man, reading them for a moment. Fear. Fear that panged at the forefront of his mind at the impending thought that he would not leave here with his life intact. Rey mocked him, laughed at him, and almost felt sorry for his pathetic existence.

"Good. Now, Rogue, tell me; what do you know about the Knights of Ren?" Her voice was absent of all inflection and emotion but was filled with the Force, using it to coax Rogue to tell the unadulterated truth.

"The Knights of Ren are a group of Force-sensitives that are affiliated with the First Order, but I don't know them. All I know is that they are evil fuckers and they pass through here sometimes for their little parties. I swear that is all I know. Please let me go and I swear I won't say anything about tonight." Rey perked up at the information. Her heartbeat a little harder, adrenaline began coursing through her. Kijimi is the Knights of Ren's hunting grounds, but are they prepared to be prey on their turf?

"And where do they stay for these 'parties', Rogue?"

"Right here— in Thieves Quarters in the market district. They hang around, looking for some fun." Rogue's eyes refused to look into the dark sinister eyes of the young woman before him. Something glinted in them, pleasure? Her eyebrows furrowed and the corners of her lips parted into a sickly, toothy smile as if to say she had no use of him anymore and now the part Rey had been looking forward to had finally arrived. Her hand raised once more in motion to clench again around his bruised throat.

"Wait! Stop— I know someone who is a friend of sorts to the Knights of Ren! If you kill me then… then I can't tell you who she is or how to find her. She's uh, not exactly easy to get to." the words spilled out of Rogue faster than he ever spoke before. His tone was frantic as he waited for the dark-cloaked woman to think over his fate. It seemed almost casual for her to mull over whether or not she wanted to kill him. And at this moment for Rey, it was.

"Fine," her hand dropped back to her side with almost a hint of disappointment to her voice, playing with the thought. Any information propelled her closer to the Knights. "You will come with me, but one false move, you so much as flinch the wrong way, and I will end your pathetic existence. Do you understand me, Rogue?" Rogue only nodded feverishly at her with relief flooding over him. His life was spared for that much longer. Maybe she would spare him, but Rey has shown nothing that would make him think differently.

"Good. Now, take me to this woman." Her tone was stern and instructive as she watched Rogue stand slowly. He was much bigger than Rey. He towered her with a built frame, but he dare not use it against her. She glanced to either side of her as she passed the limp bodies of Rogue's crew members. Their chests did not move, their eyes did not twitch. They were dead. Well, what a shame, Rey thought.

Rey strode behind Rogue with a watchful eye as they cut through deathly silent alleyways and abandoned streets back towards Thieves Quarters. Rogue walked stiffly in front of the stranger as if he had a blaster jabbed into his hip. And in all fairness, there might as well have been. Rey wanted an excuse to watch him squirm and gasp for air. The thought of it made her heart jump with excitement. Yes, the Rey at the beginning of this story was long gone. Left broken into pieces, fractured, on Ahch-To. Now, Rey clad in a heavy black hooded cloak stepped into the person she denied herself for so long. The person that had given up hope, nothing to live for, and one who gave in to the Dark Side. And, oh, it felt good . The power of it all left her reeling in a dull ecstasy. Its fire burned her skin, made her feel alive despite all who she lived for were dead.

The lively sounds of crowds and faint cantina music began to fill the air as they drew closer. The patrons that filled the street gave Rey one look in her hooded cloak parted, side-stepping out of her way as quickly as possible. Maybe it was the fact that none could see her face or it was the Dark Side that surrounded her and radiated from her that unsettled all she passed. They stopped talking for mere seconds to stare at the mysterious person walking up the lane before they turned back to their haggling and conversations. Rey paid no mind to the sudden shift in attention and if anything, she welcomed it. She needed to be noticed, but not known. By now, she thought, word had spread of a strange visitor arriving in the notorious Millennium Falcon and people would be looking for her, anxious to find the pilot in hopes that Han Solo had stupidly landed right into the lion's den.

Both Rey and Rogue walked wordlessly passed the local merchant's stalls and dimly lit shops that were visited by patrons that matched the most likely illegal goods the shops were selling. The whole city, and quite possibly the whole planet, was riddled with back-alley deals, spice runners, and murderers. This was just the place for Rey to start looking for the Knights. Rogue pointed just ahead, motioning that they needed to take the next left into a street that was not lit like the market street. It was dark but just as busy as the last one. The people walked around with a glint in their eyes like something wonderful had just happened to them. As soon as Rogue had knocked on a heavy metal door that was rusted and seemed to have been welded back together at least a dozen times, she knew why. The door opened to a towering round male Besalisk who blocked the whole door. He toted four arms, two stacked on top of each other on either side, covered in sickly greenish skin. He wore basic, weathered clothes that fit illy over his unshapely body. He eyed Rogue suspiciously before glancing at the hooded Rey.

"Rogue, it's been a while my friend." the Besalisk's voice was deep and raspy as he addressed her captive companion.

"Ah, yes, Gronhar, good to see you too. My friend and I were just stopping by for a drink. It is a special night after all for me. It's my birthday!" Rogue flashed a sort of toothy debonair smile at the Besalisk, his eyes darting back and forth from the sickly yellow eyes of the doorman to inside where electronic music boomed and laughter was spilling out.

"Hmm," The Besalisk's large spiny forehead furrowed and creased together, overall uncertain of the mysterious figure who had not said a word since their arrival. Gronhar pointed at Rey and spoke to Rogue again

"And this one, your friend. Who are they? Why the hood?" his voice was untouched by emotion but equally filled with rightful curiosity.

"Oh her? This is my childhood friend. Surely I have mentioned her to you. Ol'——" He paused for a moment trying to think of a convincing name for who is supposed to be a good friend. "Hannah. Yes, Hannah and I used to live next door to each other. She came to surprise me for my birthday! What a treat, really." Rogue flashed another nervous smile in an effort to quench the doorman's curiosity of his captor.

"Mhm… and why does Hannah wear that hood over her face? The folks in here might not feel comfortable with her around..." He put his enormous round, pronged head to Rey, trying to see past the deep shadow that hid her.

"I'm afraid that is rather a sensitive subject, but if you must know, Hannah as a child had an accident that left her horribly disfigured. She wears it as a nicety to others. But if you'd like, I can take it off." Rogue slipped his hands just over Rey's head, hands ready to grab the edge of the hood, and looked up at Gronhar.

"No!" He cleared his throat, his disgusting wattle shook violently before standing back upright in the doorway. "That is quite fine, Rogue, I'm sure there is no need for that. Come in and celebrate." The Besalisk pivoted, allowing them entry into the club. Rey peered in as the alien moved out of their way. It was dark and only lit with skittering blue and red strobe lights that danced across the whole club. There was a rather large and long oval-shaped bar that seemed to be stocked with every liquor imaginable to Rey. As they passed the doorway. All along the walls were dark upholstered booths with brassy finishes and plain black tables. They were packed with horribly drunk parties that laughed and talked, well yelled over the music. The whole room was packed, everyone, aliens, humans, and even humanoids were shoulder to shoulder and all swayed and pumped to the booming electronic music playing overhead. It was as if you did not have a table, then the rest of the club was the dance floor. Rey walked behind Rogue as they made their way deeper into the club. They brushed past each person with force just to make it out of the crowd before Rogue turned back to face Rey.

"This woman," he was shouting just to be heard over the wordless music "To be honest with you is a prostitute. She is the Knights' favorite here. Follow me and don't say a word. Let me do the talking," he said as the dim blue and red lights carved out his cheekbones and chiseled his jaw. If this was any other circumstance, Rey Would have said that Rogue was attractive. She offered no reply to him as they continued to an unlit archway covered by a deep red velvet curtain. Rogue went first through the arch, parting the heavy curtain. It was lit by dim candelabra style light fixtures that were mounted on ornately patterned wallpapered walls. It was only a long hall in either direction with only closed doors breaking up the patterned walls. They turned left and headed toward what seemed to be a parlor, old fashioned styled. A large wooden reception desk was occupied by a woman dressed formally. Her hair was back in a tight bun, shadow and lipstick touched her eyes and lips, and wore a long flowing silk dress. Rey looked around the room. The same ornate wallpaper and light fixtures flowed into the parlor and was accompanied by a large leather tuft-backed couches and armchairs. Rey supposed it was fitting for a brothel.

"Ah, yes, welcome back, Master Rogue," The beautiful woman looked up from a thick leather-bound guest book that seemed to be running out of pages, glancing at the handsome returning customer and unsettling cloaked stranger. "Will it be your usual girl?" Rogue stiffened up at her words, embarrassed.

"Oh, ha, no, Ravina, not today. My friend behind me," Rogue turned on the charm in his voice that turned silky, on the attendant, gesturing to the hooded figure behind him, "See, he's shy and would never ask, but I was hoping we could spend time with Mevromeena. Everyone says she's the best. It will be just our secret." He gave her that same cocky debonair smile as he lied through his teeth, searching her eyes. She blushed through the heavy makeup and cast her eyes down, unable to take his devilish smile any longer.

"Fine, but don't you dare let a word of this out. You know what happened to the last man that tried. We are lucky those Knights of Ren did not burn the whole place down. And if it is going to be the two of you , it will cost you extra, Master Rogue. Two-hundred credits due upon your finished appointment." Ravina smiled once more at Rogue before gesturing as they followed her back down the hall. Rey watched the two in front of her coldly, watchful for any sign Rogue might tip off the woman.

The woman stopped at the last door in the hall, pulling a key from her pocket. A dainty pale hand rose in a loose fist, rapping lightly on the wooden door. "Mevromeena, dear, you have guests," Ravina spoke in a sing-songy voice as her key slipped into the door, unlocking it.

"Whenever you're ready." She strode away back down to her post and left Rey and Rogue to their own devices. Rogue did not look at his captor, he just took a deep breath and collapsed a large hand on the brass doorknob. The door pushed opened to a medium-sized room lit by dull candles. A large, frameless, feather bed sat tucked off in the furthest corner covered in silks, cotton comforters, and plush pillows. The sensual decor and overall ambiance were truly fitting for the services they provide here.

"Welcome, Masters." a younger woman sat in the opposite corner at a dark-stained vanity, brushing her long brown hair staring at them through the reflection of the mirror. A silky blue robe hung effortlessly off her shoulders, exposing a graceful neck and softly defined collarbones. Candlelight danced in shadows on her pale skin and sharp features as her large, sultry eyes stared at them. Rey promptly took off her hood. The prostitute turned in her chair with a devilish grin spread across her lips.

"And Mistress. Oh, I do love a good game. It's been ages since I had some fun. Those brutes are savage and have me especially reserved for them. But I expect, Rogue, that you and your beautiful girl won't play rough with me, will you?" her eyes and lips turned pouty as she looked at them reciting the Knights of Ren's manner with her.

"My Girl? Beautiful—" Rogue's tone was riddled with wild confusion as he turned to look at his captor. He studied her. Her hair was a deep shade of brown that hung past her shoulders, that is given the absence of bright lights, a soft graceful yet sharp face, and eyes that were touched by sadness and burning with anger. Up until now, she had been faceless, unnerving. Her sun-kissed skin seemed to glow in the candlelight. He could not process the fact that a beautiful young woman could be capable of such ferocity and malice. Her eyebrows furrowed and her face twisted into an ugly grimace. He had been staring too long, baffled at the situation he had found himself in. He cleared his throat before turning back to Mevromeena.

"I am afraid to disappoint you, Mevromeena, but that is not exactly what we are here for. See, this woman, that by the way is not mine by any means, is looking for any information on the Knights of Ren. I figured you are the closest thing to an expert given your… close relationship with them." Rogue had turned from his beautiful, mysterious keeper back to the silky robed woman in her chair. Mevromeena's pouty expression turned somewhat frightful at the thought of the Knights and what they might do to her if word was to get that she had given up information on them. Mevromeena shuddered, bringing back memories of the gruesome stories the Knights of Ren sat around talking about. She glanced at Rey, whose eyebrows were pushed together, casting an eerie shadow over her eyes. They unsettled the prostitute, Rey's eyes were seemingly black and bore into her with no emotion as she examined her.

"The Knights of Ren would kill me if I were to say anything about them. You don't know them as I do. They are savages with no respect for life. I am not their confidant, mind you, but I know things that would get me killed. Why do you think no one else is to request my services other than them? Because I know too much!" Mevromeena frantically stood up from her seat that creaked with the change of weight. The woman's hand collapsed around her chin, her bent arm sat in the palm of her other as support as she paced the room with worry on her face.

"Mevromeena, stop," Rey used a Force Mind Trick with a wave of her hand to calm the woman "Tell me all you know of the Knights of Ren." Her voice was cold and collected as she maintained direct eye contact with the prostitute. Her eyes softened as if in a steady, welcoming trance. Rogue sat there in disbelief of it all, stunned that Force users still existed.

"I will tell you all I know about the Knights of Ren. There are seven of them. The former Master of the Knights of Ren, Kylo Ren was never keen to seek out my services. He did not speak much at all, just let the other six have their fun. I do not know what they look like under all of their masks, but I could tell their new master is savage. His name is Ap'lek, he's the one that carries a modified Mandalorian ax. His mask is the most unsettling, it looks like a skull with hollow, soulless eyes. He is the one that gave me these," Mevromeena turned her back to them, dropping the robe slightly to reveal jagged, roughly healed scars that littered her back. Rogue's expression turned sickly at the sight of them, imagining what the Knight had done. The scars did not phase Rey, all she cared about was what Mevromeena had to say. The blue silky robe ran back up the ugly scars and rested on her shoulders before she turned back to them.

"Ap'lek is the one you have to look out for. Don't think for a second he will not kill you or I because he felt like it. These men are animals, rabid dogs for the First Order and they are due back here in a week according to my appointment list." Excitement rose from the depths of Rey at the woman's words. They were coming here, right into her clutches.

"Thank you, Mevromeena. That's all I needed." Rey said in a casual tone as her hand lifted, level with the woman's throat. Panic flashed in her eyes at Rey's words. It was true, the whore did know too much and now it was time for her to die with those secrets. Mevromeena's lips parted as if to plead with Rey, but all that she could muster were gurgling gasp as an invisible hand had her by the neck. Her body lifted in unison with Rey's arm as her bulging eyes stared down at her. Her hands scratched at her throat as if to pry the hand off. Her beautifully manicured nails clawed into her skin frantically, peeling layers of it with each hasty stroke. Rogue began to dry heave at the sight of the woman struggling in midair as she bore into her own dark, meaty flesh of her neck when blood slowly trickled out from rugged claw marks. Rey relished in the grotesque sight as her hand clenched tighter around the prostitute's throat. It fed that hungry fire that burned within her when there was a loud and distinct crack of Mevromeena's neck. Rey released her at once.

"Aw, shame. I thought you would last longer, sweet Mevromeena." Rey's voice was laced with a false sweetness as she crouched over her limp body. Her long brown hair was strewn across her lax face. Her last fleeting moments of fear permanently cemented on her face. Rey took the back of her hand and sweetly brushed the hair out of her face with a knuckle, almost admiring her more in death than when she was alive just moments ago.

"Well, Rogue, my my, you have been useful." Rey peered up, repositioning her arms on her bent knees, with a morbid smile on her face. Rogue had turned a shade of green and looked as if he was going to be sick at the sight of the bloodied prostitute.

"Why… Why did you kill her? She gave you just as you asked." Rouge spoke through heavy breaths as if trying to hold in his stomach contents.

"Why? Because like she said it herself, she knew too much. And who is to say that she would not turn around and tell the Knights of Ren that we came here asking questions about them? What matters now is that I have what I came for. And as for you, you have proved very resourceful. And it would be such a shame if you ended up like sweet, simple Mevromeena here, wouldn't it?" Rey's voice was calm and collected, unphased by what she just did. Rogue only nodded at Rey offering up no rebuttal to her argument. Rey turned her hood back up, once again concealing her face in a dark shadow as she began to stride back to the door, opening it back to the hallway. Rogue followed silently, still processing the events. The attendant, Ravina, looked up from the desk with a smile that quickly disappeared at the horrified look on Rogue's face. But before she could open her mouth Rey waved a hand before her eyes.

"You will go to the couch and fall asleep. When you wake up you will not remember that we were ever here." Rey kept a placid tone as she spoke to the woman. When she was done speaking, the woman held the same entranced look that Mevromeena had when his captor performed the same trick.

"I will go to the couch and fall asleep. When I wake up I will not remember that you were ever here." Ravina's voice matched Rey's placid, even tone. She blinked and walked out from the counter towards the couch almost mechanically. Rogue turned to Rey with a glint of amazement in his expression.

"What now?" Rey met his stare with shadowed eyes.

"Now, we go out and have a hard drink to end this night," Rey replied walking behind the counter. Her fingers traced around the parchment before coming to the corner of the fresh page, tearing the last remaining pages out.

"All the evidence we were ever here is gone. Let's go." Rey looked up at the awaiting eyes of Rogue before walking back into the club.

Rogue sat tucked in a booth resting his head on a hand that was propped up on an elbow on the table. His drink chilled his other hand as the condensation ran down the glass and onto his skin. His head was spinning from the night's events. He looked up at Rey who was sitting across from him, rotating her glass slowly as she watched him. In the dim lights of the club, Rey had put the hood down. Despite the evil and the horrid act he had witnessed with her tonight, Rogue couldn't help but notice that Rey really was beautiful, and maybe in different circumstances, he would have turned that debonair smile and charm her way.

"You know, I don't know what you want with me or why I am even still alive, but if I am going to work with you for the time being, can I at least know your name? I think you owe me that much.�� Rogue yelled over the booming music, eyes locked into hers. Rey sat for a moment, thinking it over when she threw her head back and her body shook with laughter, but only traces of it reached his ears over the music. She could not help but laugh at it all. It was the most human he had seen his captor since their meeting. Rogue had to stop his face from matching hers, it was so infectious. Her body calmed when the laughter had subsided. She nodded her head, gesturing that he follow her.

Both Rey and Rogue shimmied and side-stepped out of the booth as they headed towards the door of the club. The Besalisk doorman opened their door upon their arrival that revealed a dark street less busy than when they arrived. The mountainous air of Kijimi had seemed to drop several degrees in the hours that they spent in the club, Rey noticed as she closed her wool cloak around her. The large metal door creaked as it shut behind them, clicking into its latch. Rogue stepped beside Rey, rubbing his hand together as he blew warm breaths into them. Rey watched him, still waiting for any move that gave her the excuse to execute him. But to her surprise, he waited for her to explain the mess that he had been drugged into.

"Come, walk with me," Rey said, gesturing with her hand as she began to walk down the lane. Rogue stuffed large hands into his jacket staring ahead as they walked the moonlit streets. Rey did not make any effort for eye contact as she began to tell him her story of how she ended up here on Kijimi. It was painful to say the words aloud for the first time. The familiar fire began to reignite within her as she spoke, walking down empty streets.

"So, wait let me get this straight. You were a Jedi fighting for the Resistance and then the Knights of Ren came in and blasted their way through what was left of your forces. They killed your friends and I don't exactly know what to call him, your boyfriend? And you flew here in the most famous ship in the galaxy to track down the Knights?" Rogue spoke with his hands as he walked through the brief outline of events. Hearing her name left a bitter taste in her mouth as if it were cursed with bad memories. She looked up at Rogue whose broad, sharp features stood out against the shadows of the night. His eyes touched with a hint of amazement and waiting for her to reply.

"Yes. I am not here for a stealth mission, Rogue. I am here to track those fuckers down one by one. I flew here in the Millennium Falcon to be noticed. Think about it, my plan worked. You're here, aren't you? The day that they killed my friends, my family, was the day that I died. I am not the same woman anymore… I have nothing else to lose." Rey walked a few more paces before she realized that Rogue was not by her side anymore. She turned to see him with a look on his face. Was it pity? Sympathy?

"Am I going to get out of this alive?" His voice was almost a whisper that carried through the chilled air.

"I suppose that is up to you, Rogue," Rey said with a casual tone looking at him and in all honesty, she had not decided if she was going to keep him or not.

"Well tell me this then… What is your name?" Rogue spoke with command. It is true, after taking out his crew and making him bear witness to a gruesome murder, his simple request was something she needed to give him.

"My name was Rey '' her tone was almost sorrowful at the flashes over memories attached to that name before they were soured by images by the vision of Ap'Lek cutting through the Resistance and striking down Leia. Yes, she used to by Rey, but now that woman was gone. Now, she was nobody, bearing no name.