[ she has what she wants. it would be simple to pick up and go. the operation on main street is one she would recognize, should she come across it—one she could easily direct a unit of stormtroopers to. the faster the better.

but that's not what she wants.

though the first order's initial purpose might be, she's not done here. ]

Chandrila?

[ she smiles. ]

Birthplace of the New Republic. I thought you didn't care for politics.

[ she seizes onto that thought and shunts her way in. as promised, it feels like he's being cracked open at his very core. something jutting into the base of his skull and prying it apart. ]

Show me. What does it mean to you?