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[ Not wanting anybody to see his face, Kylo switches the video off before pressing record. He takes a deep breath, not really satisfied with having to do this - he should be able to find out more about this place and find the people he is looking for without any assistance - but this place is large and this seems much more efficient. The technology is outdated, the small device similar to a datapad but much less useful and without a holo function. This must be something that pre-dates his parents, his grandparents, even. ]

This place, I'm not familiar with it. It's not where I'm supposed to be, not even in our galaxy, yet...

[ He pauses, taking a breath, giving himself a moment to gather his thoughts and center himself. There are Force users here, more than one, and he's certain of it. He'll search every city until he finds them, burn them down, kill them all until he finds what he's looking for. However, if anybody can give him any information, save him from traveling through each city until he finds them... ]

Tell me where Skywalker and Solo are. I know they're here, I can feel it.

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[ It wasn't necessarily an odd hour, just extremely poor timing for whatever powers that be. Kylo Ren had been rescued from the imploding Starkiller Base, was on his way to meet with Leader Snoke, and then suddenly he's being introduced to this place, given a rundown of the world, and sent on his way. ]

An extremely inconvenient hour.

[ Yes, he can continue his mission here considering Skywalker is here as well, but he needs guidance and he can't exactly get that when his master isn't here. ]

[A sigh.]

It seems this world is intent on doing that to everyone who comes here. Are you alright, at least?

[There's genuine concern in her voice, even though he seems... off.]

[ It's probably best that she leave her concerns elsewhere, for her safety more than anything else. Kylo doesn't have a good track record with showing others any light left in him, fighting tooth and nail to suppress it, to continue to the dark. But something deep down in him appreciates the concern, and he tries to push that away, too. ]

Aside from the fact that I've been taken from my mission, I have shelter, provisions, and an... associate here with me. [ He pauses ] Why wouldn't I be alright?

Well, at least there's that. I've got the latter two, but I came here alone.

[Not that it hadn't been a relief, to not see Carmosa.]

Well, there is the fact that we were taken here without so much as a "by your leave."

[But hey, she's willing to drop the subject.]

[ It's probably a subject best dropped at present, especially considering Kylo isn't exactly the most stable individual. ]

What can I do about that? I've been informed that I can't leave, so I have no other alternative but to adapt until I'm able to contact those left behind in my own galaxy.

[ Which, he can, for the most part. ]

Honestly, I'm trying to find that out for myself. I know there are people who have been here for years... and others managed to get out after a matter of mere weeks. I haven't figured out how yet, though.

Years?

[ Staying on this new planet for years is out of the question, something that had never even crossed his mind until now. And the thought is horrifying. This isn't where he's supposed to be, this isn't what he's supposed to be doing. ]

How is that possible? Does time still pass as it normally would in our own galaxies?

Yes.

[She sighs.]

I'm not sure how it's possible, but I've heard that once we're back in our worlds, we reappear at the very instant we left, with no memory of what's happened here.

[ That doesn't sit well with Kylo at all. ]

So, any relationship I build here, any repairing of damaged relationships or building of new relationships will be forgotten should I return to my own galaxy? Is all of this pointless?

[Cinders is right there with you, Kylo.]

Apparently so. However, all I have is the word of others on this. Perhaps there is something else that happens, or perhaps there is a way to circumvent that.

[She, for one, has no intention of losing her memories. They are hers, after all.]

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