Static from an incoming transmission crackled through the cockpit. Pressing a button to accept the call, Rey said, "This is TU-9458, do you copy?" While the response appeared to be Basic, the static made the reply incomprehensible.

"We are unable to comprehend what you are saying," Rey said cautiously. This was a encrypted channel that only Poe and Chewbacca had access to, and the voice on the other end didn't sound like either of them. "Can you please repeat?"

The second response came in a little clearer, but it was still muffled: "…chaos…Order…Jedi…" Then there was dead silence as the connection dropped.

Rey sat in the cockpit, flexing her fingers as a sense of worry churned in her stomach. It was entirely possible that, in a worst-case scenario, Poe would renounce the channel if the Resistance were in dire need of help. Of course, it was hard to tell what was happening on the other end of the line. Perhaps the call was transmitting from a base with poor reception, or something was jamming the signal. Either way, the Force was sending red flags to Rey through the cryptic call.

After a moment of contemplation, Rey ran a diagnostic to see where the transmission was coming from. Whether the channel had been broken into or a base attacked, it could only mean trouble for the Resistance. After a few minutes, she learned that the call was indeed from a Rebel base.

Rey thumped backwards onto her seat as she reset the coordinates. Something was wrong, and there was no way to tell what it was unless she made a visit. Prepping the ship for hyperspeed, Rey exited the cockpit so she could tell Ben he needed to strap in. She found him in the main area, tinkering with their droid Pit in an attempt to fix his leg.

"Can't you hold still for just one moment?" Ben asked, exasperated, as the droid yelped when a sharp tool descended upon him. "I swear, you act like a child visiting a doctor," Hoping to find solace in someone without a pointy object, Pit lumbered over to Rey, squawking something in his droid language and pointing an accusing finger at Ben.

"Whatever Ben is doing will have to resume later," Rey said as she folded her arms. "We need to jump to hyperspeed. Now,"

Reading the tension in her body language and voice, Ben asked, "What's wrong?"

"I received a transmission from a Rebel base," Rey said. "I don't know who it was, the voice kept cutting in and out. But I think whoever was on the line is in trouble,"

"It could be a trap," Ben warned.

"It came directly from one of our bases," Rey said. "Even if it is a trap, the Resistance at that base will need help,"

Despite all the months they'd been away, Ben knew Rey still had a strong connection with the Resistance. The attacks had been less frequent, but he knew their safety was constantly on Rey's mind. "Then let's go,"

Rey caught him by the shoulder before he could leave. "We'll make a side-trip to drop you off first," she said, "Then I will visit the base. Alone,"

Ben narrowed his eyes. "I will not bide my time in some faraway corner without knowing what is going on,"

"This isn't up for debate," Rey said, the memory of her vision flashing across her mind. "By coming along, you not only endanger yourself, but risk being caught by the Resistance,"

Ben threw his hands in the air. "Then what am I supposed to do?" he asked, his voice beginning to rise. "Hide whenever a battle breaks out?"

"Of course not," Rey snapped. "But right now the stakes are too high,"

"The stakes are always high," Ben said. "Have you forgotten we are in a war?"

Rey ground her teeth as she turned away. Rarely did she and Ben quarrel, but he hadn't seen the vision she had. He was dead, and his death would involve at least one ship and many men. Was it so wrong for her to try and protect him from this?

"I don't want to lose you," she confessed as she rubbed her engagement ring, "Not so soon, or even before I can call you mine,"

Ben's expression softened. "You're not going to lose me," he said. Feeling the anxiety radiate from her like a fire, Ben walked over to his fiancée and pulled her into an embrace.

"You said there was only one ship in the vision, right?" he asked, lifting her chin up with his finger so her eyes met his. "On a base there are what, dozens?"

"There was only one that I saw. It doesn't mean there weren't more elsewhere," Rey knew she sounded paranoid, but the fragments of what remained from the vision still haunted her whenever she closed her eyes.

"Besides," Ben said, "This mission isn't about death… it's about preserving life. There were too many times I destroyed when I could have saved, and I don't want this to be another opportunity I let go to waste,"

"If this is about redemption, you aren't redeeming yourself any more by coming along," Rey said. "I've first-handedly seen you make up for the sins of the past,"

"I know," Ben said. "But this is something I have to do. I can't sit on the sidelines anymore, not when good people are dying for a cause my family devoted their lives to,"

If this were any other chip on Ben's shoulder, Rey would have quashed it immediately. But when it came to matters of family, it was a sensitive subject. Ben was trying hard to forgive himself for the deaths of his parents, but she knew he still woke up in the middle of the night in cold sweats, dreaming that he was murdering them all over again.

But what about me? Rey thought. What if I lose you? Don't I matter?

Rey pulled out of Ben's grasp. "Fine," she mumbled. "I only hope you know what you're doing,"