(Kamino)

(4:30 A.M)

(Ren's View)

(5 Months after the Force Awakens)

It's been 5, long months since the destruction of Starkiller Base, the greatest weapon that man has ever made. The labor that the First Order spent, the money around it and the pure potential of it was beyond anyone's expectation, and yet it can be destroyed in one single day. I still cannot wrap my mind around the chances.

Now, after those long months, the last scraps of the First Order have raided and took control of a long forgotten, clone creating planet: Kamino. Hux presented the idea of using a clone army before, but now that our naturally bred army perished from the destruction of our base, a quick and cheap making of numerous types of clones is our only option. However, I must admit, since we started the cloning operation 3 months ago, this process might shed some hope into our mission…and my grandfather's mission. But now is not time to think of Grandfather, it's time to get up.

As my alarm on my nightstand blares, I groan, rubbing my groggy eyes. I slam my hand on the alarm, shutting it off, sit up and throw my white sheets off of my legs. I stretch my arms, hop out of bed, toss my sheet back onto the bed and checked my hologram for any news or calls I might have missed during my sleep. Luckily, it showed no news or messages. I sit down my hologram, went to my dresser, which sits next to the door on the right wall, pulling out my underclothes, cloak and my familiar mask.

As I begin to slip my mask onto my face, someone slams their fist on the door. I grunt, toss my mask onto the bed and opened the door to see Hux. "What do you want Hux?" I snarl, walking backwards to allow him to walk inside. He doesn't, but tells me that Snoke needs me for an urgent meeting. He also adds that he's cannot be a part of the meeting. I grab my mask. "And why's that Hux?"

"Beats me Ren." He snarls as he walks out of the door into the hallways. I shake my head before making my way through the hallways, eyeing some of the new clones that were just made. I pick up my pace and make my way to Snoke's new chamber, reconstructed from a meeting room for his sake. I walk through the sliding doors to his chambers, where, to my surprise, he's already online, his hologram enlarged and his eyes glaring at me. "Supreme Leader, you've called?"

"Yes…" He hisses. "Kylo Ren. I've received word that the Kamino base and the clones production are running smoothly." He says, leaning from his throne. I nod. "Yes Supreme Leader." I say quietly, slightly bowing to him. He leans back onto his throne. "Good. Now onto the more…important business." He sighs again. He begins to push his frail body from his throne until he's standing as tall as he can. "Kylo Ren, it is time for a new chapter in the First Order's regime. Do you recall your attack on Dandoran?" He asks. "Well yes. I recall. I do not see the importance of this though. Did something fail?" I ask, clenching my fists in nervousness. Snoke doesn't move. "No…there's something more inside the success." He sneers, a grin forming on his raggedy face. "We've found a youngling."

"A youngling?" I ask, my nervousness now transformed into puzzlement. I never had seen Snoke so alive, so happy in my years under him. "Yes Ren…This child's Midi-chlorians are surprisingly high for someone in this era." He sneers. "And the child's power would prove very helpful in our regime Ren. We cannot waste such a chance." He hisses in delight, lowering himself into his throne. "Kylo Ren. Make your way to the door parallel to your room. Hux has been instructed to tell you more." He hisses, lifting his arm.

"More of-?" I begin to ask, but he presses his finger on a button, shutting his hologram off. The room, without the blue light, goes dark. Stunned, I stall for a moment, trying to process the information. I shake my head and make my way to the room told by Snoke. Waiting in front of the door was Hux. Hux had an angry, smug frown on his face. He, as he spots me, walks to me. "You've come."

"What is this about Hux?" I snarl. He cracks a smile, steps to the side, and waves me in. I glare at him, let out a tiny scoff and stomp into the room, or what I should really call a nursery. I guess we're keeping the child after all.

From the door, which is facing north, I find the room all Empire and First Order themed. In the back corner of the left wall stands a dark oak, sleigh styled crib with gray crib sheets. Above it was a kyber crystal themed carousel. On the back corner of the right wall was an AT-AT styled diaper changing station with the top of the AT-AT was the bed where the child will be changed at and the legs are the drawers for the diapers. Next to that, on the back part of the right wall is the dark oak dresser. Next to that is an ATST high chair. On the center of the left wall is the child's play stuff, including a clear acrylic toy box, filled with Stormtroopers, TIE Fighters and a Captain Phasma plush and a tiny, foam, and red lightsaber. Next to that sits a nightstand with a single drawer, which is filled with a red kyber crystal pacifier, batteries and an empty picture frame.

"Well…this is…surprising." I mumble to myself. It was actually towards Hux, but he left while I observed the room. I step on the white carpet, walking around the room until I find myself peering down into the crib, where the youngling, a female 2 month old human youngling sleeps. She, at the instant I peer down, begins to stir. She opens her eyes, instantly directing them at me. She stares her hazel eyes restlessly at my face before cooing, reaching her tiny arm to me. I slip my arm under her body and found myself cradling her in my arms. She lays her hand on my chest. As we stare into each other's eyes, I begin to realize that she has not been named yet. I whisper names to myself, staring at the girl until one of the names resembles her.

Keisa.

I lean my head to Keisa, kiss her forehead and walked to the windows over her changing table, watching the rain drizzle from the nearly black rain clouds. I then stare back down to Keisa, who's yawning. This is when something, for the first time today, happens.

For the first time today, I smile.