Kyla would be a liar if she said that the idea of going to Coruscant, for an ancient (and presumably useless) holocron, was something that appealed to her in the slightest. Annoyed, tired, and starving, it was all she could do to keep from landing in the nearest dock. The stormtroopers chatted idly the whole way there when silence was all that she could have asked for. Hux demanded that they be sent with her in case there was any “troubles that could not be avoided”. The knight had hissed at the idea, but here they were regardless.
Something stirred in her stomach the closer they got to the developed planet. Maybe it was anxiety-- she had never liked crowded places. Maybe it was fear-- her last mission had ended in a violent failure. Maybe it was... No. Not her. Not that scavenger.
The girl is nothing. It was a fluke.
Kyla could do no more than remind herself of this, though she never really felt it to be true. However, when they landed, that stirring was less in her stomach and more in her head. The girl was here. In retrospect, the troopers were probably a good idea, in case the scavenger decided to finish what she started on Starkiller. When Kyla drifted through the clamor of the bustling city, her thoughts drifted around that night... What was Rey doing here?
It took a few deep breaths to remind herself of why she herself was here. Holocrons. Jedi temples. Get it and leave. The mission should have been simple, but when she saw that the old building had been burned to the ground and that there was a new stack of seemingly abandoned apartments on it, she knew that this was going to be far from simple.