"This looks like someone died in it." Zheth complained, as she looked at the bloodied Storm Trooper suit she now wore over her regular outfit.

Phasma started leading her towards the ship full of Storm Troopers. "They didn't die in it, they died in the infirmary."

"Great... Dead man's uniform." She gave a disgusted look at it before slipping the uncomfortable helmet over her head. "What if they shoot me before I identify myself? Actually, don't answer that, I think I know."

"Just make sure to lay low until the fighting thins. We are going there for the map not to win the war so we won't kill everyone, stay behind after the others retreat."

"Obviously."

Zheth watched her leave before turning to see General Hux watching her, his cold gaze moving on as their eyes met to observe the other Storm Troopers waiting to be ordered down to the planet. She turned her own partially obscured gaze on Kylo Ren as he approached, if he was ready to leave that must mean the attack was coming soon.

"Predator, can you hear me?" General Hux's voice rang out clearly from her new earpiece.

"Loud and clear Foxy Freak." She replied; earning a few twitches from the Storm Troopers around her who probably wanted to turn and give her a strange look but were trained not to care.

"You used that already."

"Aw, you do care about my nicknames... Knew you liked them." She smirked. "I had to find one that suited you, I'm starting to lean back towards Ginger though..."

There was the sound of him giving a curse under his breath before Hux spoke up again. "When you're back at their base, find a place you won't be disturbed and contact us again."

"What if they take my communicator?"

"There is a tracker placed in you shoulder we can send you location to another spy we have located there and they can get you a new one." Hux made a scoffing sound. "But I doubt that will be a problem, the Resistance wouldn't expect you to do something like this."

Zheth didn't pay attention to the last part as she tried to determine what shoulder had a tracking device in it. "You're tracking me? What in the bloody galaxy is wrong with you people! I'm not a pet!"

"It's a safety precaution... It will also change color so we know if and when you die. We were going to test it out on the Storm Troopers but you already had a cut in the right place so-"

"You don't even know if it works?" She clenched her teeth so she wouldn't scream the question at him.

Hux seemed very amused when he spoke again. "It's working quite well, or at least the body temperature part is to sense you mood and status condition... Someone isn't very happy."

"When I come back I'm killing whoever stuck this in me." Zheth hissed.

"I'll go warn that medical droid then." He responded dryly.

"Go fall in a garbage shoot Ginger." She growled before turning off the communicator.

A strange sound came from her left and Zheth whipped her head around to see Kylo Ren walking over, a second later she realized that had been him laughing. "I knew I sensed something in you that drew me in. Must be your charming insults towards others." "Don't get too close I'll turn my charm on you, Goth Boy." She wished this stupid Storm Trooper helmet wasn't on she he could see her scowl.

Kylo ignored that and motioned to her and three other around her. "Come with me. We're going to the surface."

Zheth followed him, staying in line with the other three to form a sort of guard position on either side. Why Kylo Ren needed this she didn't know considering what he was, but then again, this was probably for showing off... He did seem like the type who would do that. The shuttle didn't take long to get to Takodana and she stayed in position with the other troopers until the chaos broke them apart as blaster fire rained down from above and on the ground as the Resistance fought the First Order back... How had the managed to land with all of this fire? She shook the question from her head and started making her way towards a relatively protected area where she started waiting out the fight. Occasionally she was forced to dodge several attacks and killed several Resistance members, when others from that side weren't looking of course, before noticing a very well piloted X-Wing take aim above her, a moment later the ruins of Maz's castle fell on her.

"Maz... You just had to have something made of large stone didn't you?" She muttered, barely avoiding getting crushed by the place she enjoyed hanging out at.

The fighting started to clear out and she risked looking around to see a slightly familiar man shouting and running to save a young woman as Kylo carried her onto his ship. Around her, the surviving Storm Troopers were retreating, the attack was over... Though, why did he have a girl instead of the droid? Ignoring that fact, she snuck out of her hiding place and began slowly making her way towards the group of Resistance fighters, though half of them she'd never seen in her life. The Wookie rounded on her as the last of the First Order ships left and she paused, raising her hands in surrender as she saw the weapon it held.

Its growl didn't go unnoticed by the others and she cautiously pulled off her helmet, grateful to be allowed to take it off now. "Wait..."

"Stand down Chewie." The older man stepped away from General Organa and walked over. "Who are you, kid?"

"Zheth!" General Organa finally spoke up as she noticed her.

Zheth gave her a tired nod. "General."

"I thought you were killed..." General Organa pulled her in close and Zheth froze, was she being... hugged?

Zheth pulled away and stared at the ground. "Um..."

"We need to get BB-8 back to base." General Organa turned away to face the old man. "And we need to discuss some things."

Zheth tore off some more armor as she followed them until she was mostly only wearing her normal outfit. She could feel the man wearing what looked similar to Poe's jacket watching her as she followed General Organa and the old man with the Wookie beside him. A ball of white and orange rolled from the ship and stared up at her, giving several frantic beeps, much too fast to understand fully but Zheth got the picture that BB-8 wasn't happy that the girl had been taken. Why hadn't Kylo taken BB-8 though? Obviously the droid had been near enough to see it so why had he changed his plans?

The guy who had been following her cleared his throat and she jumped before turning to face him, realizing he'd probably been speaking. "So you escaped the First Order too?"

Too? What did he mean, too? He didn't look like he'd ever been tortured before. Zheth shrugged. "Yeah... didn't think it would work either..."

"I'll tell you one thing I've learned kid, those Storm Troopers aren't too smart." The old man spoke up as he stopped his stare down with the general. "Put one of those on and don't do anything stupid, they'll think you're just another one of them."

"I noticed." She responded dryly before slumping down in a seat, she could feel several of her injuries had opened again.

BB-8 gave a concerned beep as it rolled over to her.

"I'm fine... I just need some time to rest." She waved it off.

The droid bumped into her and gave another beep.

"They didn't hurt me too badly. Mostly mental stuff..." Zheth couldn't stop from wincing as BB-8 purposefully rubbed against a cut on her leg. "Ow... stupid ball."

BB-8 gave a series of beeps that seemed almost like laughter. She scowled at it, not noticing the look the old man exchanged with the other guy. Zheth forced herself not to flinch again as she leaned back in her chair, aggravating the wound on her back, before glancing over to see the younger man take a seat beside her.

"I'm Finn." He said in a friendly voice.

She gave him a look but sighed and answered. "They call me Predator."

"But didn't-"

Zheth cut him off, smirking as she spoke in a falsely sweet voice. "Call me by that and I'll show you how I got my nickname."

He fell silent for a few moments before speaking again. "It must've been a crazy day, escaping like that. I know the past few days have been insane for me."

"Hmm... not really. Crazy is part of my life, I smuggle weapons and get hired to murder important people. I kind of need to be good at getting out of tough situations."

"I'll have a medical team take a look at you when we get to base." General Organa informed her.

"I don't need one, don't waste supplies on me. I just need a spare ship and a day or so to rest and I'll be getting back to work... unless you found a replacement." She didn't mean to make the last word ring with a hint of bitterness but it happened. "...But, I guess it couldn't hurt to make sure nothing's permanently damaged."

The rest of the trip was quiet. She could hear General Organa speaking with the older man but they spoke too quietly to make out any specific words. Beside her Finn had gone silent, probably planning on saving his friend who was taken,while BB-8 had taken a place nearby to watch everyone else. Zheth gave a mental laugh; this would be too easy to get information...     

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