"We recovered the scavenger's ship, but she got away," Hux informed general Pryde, following after him like a lost puppy across the bridge of the destroyer. The workers stationed in the command room were busy undergoing preparations.
"Under the command of the knights of ren we suffer losses, a transport was destroyed," Venom dripped from his voice before being interrupted by Pryde.
"Is that all?" He rudely inquired, his expression blank. Hux squinted at his superior, the years filled with war hadn't been kind to Pryde, Hux could tell by the wrinkles permanently forged in his forehead and the way his face twisted like he'd devoured a sour lemon.
"No allegiant general, there was another transport in the desert. It brought back a valuable prisoner." Hux announced, standing proudly with a smug smirk plastered on his face. This sparked Pryde's interest and he turned to face the impulsive auburn-haired man.
"Prisoner?"
Hux lead the way toward the hangar, the sleek reflective flooring and silver walls all looked the same. It was almost impossible to know where you were going unless you had previous experience on the destroyer. Pryde already knew this, the battles he fought alongside Brendol Hux had taught him how to navigate under many stressful circumstances. The one thing that he had to learn himself is that the first order always discouraged morals and sympathized with no one.
Brendol had manipulated Pryde's judgement for his own advantage, to climb the ranks. After supposedly going M.I.A Pryde connected with the resistance and finally started a family... free from all the terrors of war. When Leia had personally asked him to get involved again, he accepted on one condition, that they kept his wife and daughter safe.
The metal door opened with a hiss, causing Pryde to direct his attention from his thoughts and focus on the so-called prisoner that Hux had previously mentioned.
Chewie growled aggressively as the troopers pushed him forward onto his knees, wrists fit with metallic cuffs that were impossible to break out of. The first order prided themselves on the materials and resources they obtained.
"The beast used to fly with Han Solo," Hux elaborated while trying to repress his giddiness. It was a sickening sight; he was almost a splitting image of his father.
"Take him to interrogation six," Pryde ordered the troopers before nodding at Hux to dismiss him of his duties. He sent a sly wink in Chewie's direction causing the Wookie to tilt his head in confusion before being dragged off to the interrogation rooms.
"We've only got eight hours left, so what do we do?" Rose inquired, sighing defeatedly as she paced around the ship nervously. Finn and Rey sat on the crates next to each other, unsure of what to say.
"What can we do, we've gotta head back to base," Finn piped up, exasperation shown on his features as he glanced at Rey who was staring off into the distance.
"We don't have time to go back, we are not giving up." Poe snapped, articulating every syllable whilst pointing at the two of them. He stood next to Rose; hip jutted out slightly as he brought the palm of his hand to his face.
"The first order has the dagger, we're screwed," Finn remarked, gesturing with his hands before shrugging, visibly deflated. Rey nervously brought her gaze down to her fingers, fiddling with them as they tried to come up with a solution.
"So true, the inscription only lives on in my memory now," Threepio mumbled almost too quietly for them to hear, the four of them turned their heads in sync toward the droid.
"Hold on, the inscription that was on the dagger is in your memory?" Poe questioned, still pointing but now at the droid as Threepio turned to face them. The expression on Poe's face could only be described as astonishment.
