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Verena flinched, feeling the disappointment from Snoke. Of course he would have his ways of obtaining information, and he must have his reasons for not telling either of them those ways.

It seemed that the Supreme Leader hid a lot from them. Did he not trust them? Did they disappoint him? Or was information reserved on a need-to-know basis?

Questions swirled in her head, questions she knew not to ask Snoke.

“Of course, Supreme Leader.” They wouldn’t get answers now. Maybe if she succeeded in finding Lor San Tekka, and that damned map, he would be more privy to give her answers. Or to discuss how she was his finest pupil.

Not Kylo Ren.

With that, she turned on her heel and walked towards the exit of the audience chamber.

~~~

Poe did not doubt it took a long time to find the map. “I can only imagine.” He had followed Lor San Tekka, after all, even if the man didn’t fully know about Poe’s own adventures.

He chuckled and held up his hands. “I don’t blame you. Nowadays, it feels like it’s hard to trust anyone.” His thoughts wandered to Neria, whom he didn’t know where she was at the moment. Near this hut, eavesdropping on their conversation? Wandering around? Staying near the X-Wing?

He couldn’t know. One of those situations where he had to trust her.

It made him uncomfortable.

He looked over his shoulder and motioned for BB-8 to come forward. The little droid did, stopping in front of Lor San Tekka. “Show him, BB.” The droid rolled back a bit before BB-8 showed a holovideo on the floor. General Organa appeared, the weariness of a life of political stress evident on her face, but a smile still graced her.

“Lor San Tekka, hello my old friend.”

~~~

Delilah smiled at the woman. Though as she led her in, the tired woman wanted to chastise her daughter for nearly running into the woman. “Mari,” she sighed, “you know better than to run inside the house.”

Telling her adventurous daughter that was always futile. When did children ever listen!

Her other child, Mari’s twin, came out from their shared bedroom. Or really, the only bedroom in their little hut. “Who’s that?” Milo asked, curious as his sister for the stranger. “She’s bleeding!”

Delilah gave a soft sigh. “Yes, she is hurt, though it appears she’s not bleeding right now. Would you mind fetching my medkit for our visitor?”

The boy lept into action, eager to be a helper for their visitor. They never get visitors! Except for the old man that came a few days ago. He went into a closet and brought out the kit, which Deliah took from him.

“My name is Deliah, by the way, and these are my children, Mari and Milo.” The kids waved and echoed their greetings.

“Mommy always helps people when they’re injured!” Milo exclaimed.

Deliah chuckled, took some bacta from the kit, and began applying it with care to Neria’s wound.

 

[Lucyfer]

Snoke said nothing else. He faded away, and Kylo was left staring at the wall for a few seconds, before he snapped his gaze away and walked towards the exit, “With me,” he told Verena, “we’ll use the same shuttle,” no doubt it was refueled by now.

If Hux was sending new troopers, he better be sending Phasma to keep some damn order on the ground.

There were…many things to say, and yet nothing at all. Their mission to Bayora had been pointless. Their knowledge of each other, or lack thereof, unimportant. But Kylo still had so many more questions to ask, though he knew now was not the time as they reached the hangar, and he already saw shuttles heading off ahead.

He cursed, and all but sprinted for his own.

Hux would try to claim all the damn glory first.

The doors would shut behind Verena, and the shuttle would launch towards Jakku. He opted to ask just one question, then: “Did you ever know Luke Skywalker?” Did she understand the importance of this mission – truly?

~***~

It was always the hologram.

Lor San Tekka knew of the one Obi-Wan Kenobi had received, of course. He wasn’t surprised at all to find another droid, carrying another message, from Leia. She was older now, of course, but she was the same princess all the same, prepared to put her life on the line to protect the world – and prepared to ruin her brother’s day.

The message said it all, really. The situation the Resistance was in, the way the Order was encroaching, and picking up planets the New Republic wasn’t able to defend well – covertly.

It wouldn’t be covert soon.

When the message ended, Lor San Tekka lifted his gaze to Poe, “You’ve more than proved yourself,” he said, and he rose, moving through the hut to where he’d stored the item in a wicker basket. He took the drive the map was on out of hiding, though it was still in a little cloth bag. He brought it over to Poe, taking a seat once more by the tea, and held it out to him.

“This should begin to make things right,” he said.

~***~

“It’s good to meet you, Deliah,” Neria said as the boy, Milo, got the medkit, apparently very familiar with its location. And, apparently, Deliah was the village healer of sorts, so Neria relaxed a bit more as the woman approached to tend to the wound with the bacta.

Even in the desert, the damn bacta was too cold, and she balled her hands into fists on her lap to resist the urge to flinch.

“Where do you come from?” Mari asked, sitting on the floor and looking up. Indeed, adventure shone in her eyes, and the hope for stories.

“Eriadu,” Neria answered, “though I feel like I’m from Hosnian Prime anymore,” she said.

“Eriadu?” Mari canted her head, “I’ve never heard of that place!”

“It’s on the Hydian Way and Rimma trade routes – in the Seswenna Sector. It’s in the outer rim, so far from here,” this was the inner rim, after all. Mari still shook her head, all of it clearly unfamiliar to her.

“What’s it like?” She asked.

Well, Neria had nowhere to go. “Most of it is covered in cities or military bases,” she said, “Eriadu used to be called more Core than Core – you know of the Core worlds, like Coruscant?” she asked, and Mari nodded, a smile drawing to her lips at the ‘more core than core’, “Eriadu tried to be like that. It’s still quite similar, but we have more nature preserves, and quite a few natural areas off-limits to even pathfinders to preserve them.”

“Pathfinders?”

“People who flinch at skinned knees but think they can climb mountains,” Neria teased, “You don’t flinch at skinned knees, right?”

Mari shook her head. “You’ve climbed a mountain?”

“Yes. There’s the Rivoche Ranges back home – gorgeous mountains.”