The Knights stood in a circular arrangement, gazing out toward the open landscape filled with plain sand. They used the many vantage points of the mountains to their advantage, standing high alert and ready for Ren's commands.
"Trudgen," Vicrul spoke up, stalking slowly across the mountain top cautiously to the second in command. He'd been the leader before Snoke had appointed his apprentice Kylo Ren as their master.
"What is it Vicrul?" He snapped, turning his head just enough to see his comrade through his peripheral vision.
"I have some doubts about master Ren," He uttered, his voice synthesising through his metallic mask. The many lines and indents represented the importance of their rank.
Trudgen hauled his machete-like weapon over his shoulder, turning his body toward his fellow knight. He let out an audible sound resembling a mixture of a groan and a sigh.
"It seems as though he has compassion for the scavenger," Vicrul stated, placing his curved weapon in front of him like some sort of walking stick. He leant forward, trying to read Trudgens movements.
"What are you suggesting?" Trudgen raised his brow behind the helmet he wore, interest laced in his tone as he stared back.
"I think you know what I am suggesting," Vicrul insinuated, the corner of his lip upturning into a wicked grin. Trudgen paused, overthinking the situation, killing the scavenger would resolve most of their problems after all.
The group eventually reached Ochi's ship, stumbling up the rock formations and sandstone to get to the entry and loading dock.
"We gotta keep moving, find someone who can translate that dagger," Poe addressed, further up than anyone else as the motivation he had kept fuelling him. He glanced back at his friends, pausing once he realised he couldn't climb up the rock without assistance.
"I suggest we return to the millennium falcon at once," Threepio exclaimed, thinking as rationally as he could for a droid. He moved his arms in articulated movements as Finn, Rose and Chewie passed him.
"No, they'll be waiting for us at the falcon," Finn claimed, squinting at the droid and shaking his head. Brushing his sweaty palms against his navy-blue pants, he reached where Poe stood.
"And use you as a target droid," Poe finished his sentence, smiling wholeheartedly at his friend. Finn stood in front of Poe, bending over slightly and cupping his palms as he used him as leverage, gripping Finn's shoulder to balance. Launching Poe upward, he pulled himself up the rock reaching the top easily. He murmured a thank you to Finn before standing up, searching for a button to open the loading door.
"They make excellent points- at times," Threepio pointed out to Rose, gazing at her face and waiting for a response from the short girl. Her raven hair was styled in two panda buns, extra pieces flicking up in a cute fashion.
"You think?" She responded, crossing her arms over her chest and staring at the droid, unimpressed.
Rey paused, turning around and furrowing her brows in confusion. She could feel something... something unsettling. Her curiosity got the better of her and staff in hand she began stepping towards the outer plains of the sand.
Finn noticed this and quickly rushed over to her side, he'd been used to her spacing out and getting carried away in her own mind.
"What is it?" He questioned, biting the inside of his cheek. She turned her head over her shoulder to glance at her friend, her lips drawn into a line and her forehead creasing.
"I'll be right behind you," Rey exhaled, almost in a whispering manner. She pushed her staff forcefully into his hands and gripped the saber that hung from her belt as a protective gesture. The group watched her depart in complete silence.
