Rey couldn't quite believe that she had her first undercover mission, one that would involve passing as a repair tech on the Finalizer. At first she'd protested, telling Luke that she didn't want to set foot on that ship ever again and she'd be much more comfortable learning some more about being a Jedi. He merely stood firm, quiet as a rock. Finally her protests had run out, and he spoke. "Rey, you are talented in the Force, but you still lack control. You need to be able to move seamlessly in and out of the Force, to be able to cloak yourself in it so that another User cannot tell you are there. I've taught you what I know, but you need to prove it. You've been shown how to fly a TIE fighter, you will have an escape route available. Your mission is not only to see how long you can last hiding from Ren, but to learn any plans the First Order has or any weaknesses they are showing."

Han had agreed in his usual gruff way. "Can't really tell you've become a good pilot until you run your first blockade." Rey was glad to have him there. She'd been worried back on Starkiller Base, when he had walked out to confront Kylo Ren. But just as it looked like Ren was going to run him through, Chewie had managed a shot that even Rey couldn't believe. The ride back to the Resistance Base had consisted of Chewie, well, chewing Han out for putting himself out in the open like that. Han had fired back that he was trying to save his son. Rey's Wookie wasn't very good, but she could catch the gist of the next remark.

If Chewie didn't bring Han's rotten carcass home, Leia would have him turned into a rug.

They were still a tad bitter toward each other, but their snapping had grown less by the time they dropped her off where the First Order shuttle would pick her up. Rey wasn't quite impressed with the shuttle, one of the boxy ones she'd seen them use to transport Stormtroopers. But she took a deep breath, brushed her Twi'lek tailed hair back over her shoulders, and walked forward with the rest of the new crew.

Kylo Ren had quickly decided he was having the worst day, week, month, year, ever. He'd done his best, lured Solo out from cover, but there had been something in him that almost broke when he had went to activate his lightsaber. That split second had earned him a blaster bolt that still ached a little. But any ache was better than this. This stupid blond wig, those stupid glasses, the stupid orange vest and the stupid jumpsuit.

Anything was better than being Matt the Radar Technician.

To say Snoke was angry was an understatement. Kylo would have accepted any corporal punishment, but this form of humiliation went to far. But here he was, listening to Lieutenant Colonel Zach and Stormtrooper Tim argue over some inane thing. He wanted his position back, his old quarters and not that closet he'd been shoved in. He almost Force threw Zach when the officer reached over and pushed his shoulder. "Look Matt, new meat."

Sure enough, a group of new recruits was fumbling its way through the break room. Occasionally a bolder one would break off and head for a table, and one was headed straight for them. Kylo fixed his gaze down on his watery something, some white thing that tasted grainy. Rice? He wasn't sure.

"Hi, I'm Rana. I'm a new general repair tech, you mind if I sit here?" Her voice, while not bright and bubbly, was still warm enough. Zach and Tim shook their heads and introduced themselves, smiling and shaking hands. Kylo kept his eyes down. It was definitely rice, and overcooked at that. Maybe if he Force choked the cook he could get officer's meals. They always ate better. The girl spoke again. "And who are you?"

He looked up, she had brown eyes, brown hair, unremarkable and vaguely unsettling at the same time. "I'm Matt, a radar technician." He shifted his hand to the brass badge on his vest.

Matt
Radar Technician

"Well, I have a feeling we'll probably seeing a lot of each other Matt."

He made some noise, a grunt or something and got up to throw his tray into the wash pile, slamming it down. As he walked out he heard the girl again. "What's his problem?"

"Dude, Matt straight up sucks."