Howdy hey fellow reylo lovers, This is a darkside! Rey and ben solo au. Hope you enjoy!
Ben has been having a busy day. He and master Luke had made a trip to Jakku today, for what reason he didn't know but Luke seemed so at ease, he didn't think to question it.
Something hung in the air today, something ...odd. Yes, something was going to happen . He could see it in Master's glittering eyes, acceptance, wary anticipation . But for what? He could do nothing but wonder, Luke would surely brush off his intuitions as nothing important.
The marketplace was littered with tattered tents, all selling shady wares with promises of "good times" or "great deals". He knitted his eyebrows together and continued walking along beside the old Jedi, nearly tripping when something grabs his ankle. oomph Ben looks down to find a Kyuzo grasping at his robes.
"Credits- please," It rasps.
Something is nearly dead in this creature's eyes. Ben reaches into an ingot purse at his side and runs his fingers over the metal bars before pressing them into the aliens hand.
It's so thankful, it offers its life to him, an extreme measure given that kyuzo's were known for pride. Ben shakes it off with a smile.
"There's no need for that now" He rumbles, leaving the alien with a dumbfounded gratefulness spread across its face as they walk off.
Suddenly master Luke freezes. There it is , once again in the Jedi's eyes, there is a show of acceptance.
The time has come.
Lady Rey marches through the sands of her homeworld with thinly veiled disgust, eyes darting through the tents. Searching. She knows he is here, the Jedi. She knows what she has to do, she is ready to do it.
The market where she once begged as plutt had near starved her was the same; Decrepit people in dilapidated tents, some selling opiates, some selling children's clothes. It made her sick, made her so glad she left this hell-hole of a planet a long time ago. Snoke had taken care of her, made sure she never had to scavenge again. For that, she was eternally in debt to him. Because surely she would have died by the age she is now should she have rejected his offer.
Back then, Rey was considered a rat, kicked upon and used by the male species on this planet; used by unkar plutt as a worthless scavenger in turn for daily meals that never quite filled her stomach.
Now she was revered, powerful even. All treated her with respect.
A flash of gray hair crosses her vision. She had found him, overwhelming excitement churned in her stomach, the supreme leader is going to be pleased.
"I've waited so, very long for this day, Skywalker. Haven't you?" Rey announces, placing a hand on the colorless robes belonging to the Jedi before her.
The weight of her lightsaber hung heavy across her hip, practically begging to be ignited, yearning to meet the old man's
soft flesh with its bite.
He turns slowly. He knows his time has come.
"The girl I've heard so much about," Luke says, a warm smile on his features.
"Indeed" She nods , brushing her finger over the ignition of her saber.
"You know what has to be done" She adds, not wanting to prolong this any further. Her skin was itching to be done with this duty.
"I know that I am fated to die today , but do not think I will go down without a fight," He says, reaching down with his flesh and bone hand to grasp his saber.
"Ben" He barks at the dark-haired man standing next to him. "You will leave with the troopers"
The Jedi trick suffices on what appears to be his apprentice . Interest brews in her thoughts as she gazes at the man. Yes, Rey will have the troopers collect him. She flutters fingers and her stark white entourage apprehends him, he does not put up a fight as his frame is dragged back to the finalizer. He will be interesting if turned dark. Luke huffs and her thoughts are dragged back into the moment.
Finally, the time has come.
The red beam of energy scores through the air as her lightsaber springs to life , it is like a living, breathing thing that bends to her will. A deadly animal ready to tear through its master's enemies.
"SKYWALKER," She yells. The red light reflecting in her irises, making them dance. He, in turn, ignites his own saber and angles it away from his chest. They dance for a while, both staring intensely into the others eyes. This is the moment she has been trained for, finally her, finally in her grasp. It seems so unreal.
The first blow is landed by him.
She screeches as the blue energy sears through her clothing and brands her skin. This spurs her even further into a blood lust rage, she is mercilessly driving forward. Striking and parrying at every good opportunity only to be countered by the hum of sabers colliding and the smell of burning ozone filling her nose.
She dodges a blow by skittering off of a tent, knocking it and the pottery it sold crashing to the ground. Some of the shrapnel is flung out, landing with a thud against the man's body.
'He's so old' she thinks, for now, Luke is clutching his stomach, face contorted in pain.
" YOU WON'T LAST MUCH LONGER, OLD MAN. " She snarls, advancing towards him. Rey deflects a feeble blow aimed at her throat. She strikes at him , slicing his metal limb from where it fused with flesh. He exclaims then slashes his saber forward, lancing her side with a heavy blow that causes her to fall on her back.
She is so close. Victory is just inches from her grasp. She shifts her fingers and coaxes a twirl from the shaft, relishing in the delicious sound it gives. Standing up, she finds the Jedi on his knees, back facing her.
For a moment she is unsure. This seems so wrong . Silencing an old man hardly seems worthy of praise. No, he is trying to use a mind trick on her. This infuriates her , makes her livid. Nobody takes advantage of her anymore! She calculates, cold and deadly. Then, she lunges.
The scent of burnt flesh fills her nose and for the first time, it isn't unpleasant or sad. It's fulfilling.
She can feel the darkside enveloping her in its cold embrace, guiding her as she rips the blade out of his heart from his back. It's done.
The last Jedi collapses face first in front of her. Out of respect she turns him over and closes his eyes.
"In another life, this might've not had to happen," She said gravely, anger and fury from the battle ebbing away as she looks over the somber situation.
In his mind, he knows Master luke is gone. The force weeps with him for the lost Jedi.
He is in a cell. Ben's arms and ankles are restrained by metal shackles that tugged tightly against his flesh. He lays there for awhile, wondering if his mother had felt Luke passing. This would tear her apart.
"There is no death in the force," A feminine voice says. He is caught by surprise as the door slides open. It's her, the girl from the market. The one who killed his uncle.
He steels himself, willing his emotions not to explode. Ben keeps his gaze heavy in the girl's hazel eyes. Perhaps, this is Luke keeping his temper in check. Even after death uncle knows that he is near past the limit.
"Quiet type" She notes, closing the distance between the two. Her eyes are critical, speculative...amused? Yes, she lets out a chuckle and lifts his chin up, a ripple of energy jolts through the both of them, causing her to jump back. Her eyes widen then form near slits, a small, perhaps rare smile is gracing her lips.
What is this?! Emotions that are not his own bid home in Ben's mind: Interest, knowing, Amusement. She senses his train of thought and gives him another, small, smile. He knows the words she speaks before they fall out of her lips
"Don't be afraid, I feel it too," she says, voice small.
" You're a monster" He spits, refusing to believe they now shared a sacred thing such as this.
She ignores this and presses into his mind.
"Your training isn't finished? Did I off the old man before you could complete it?"
He tries to look down, pained by her throwing Lukes death in his face so casually but her hold on his chin is firm. The bo- no the man's scent was simple but near intoxicating. Smelling of bread and rich dark earth.
" I could teach you," Rey says, catching him by surprise. She peers into his thoughts , hoping to catch a reaction. This kinship thing was as new to her as it was to him.
Disgusted. The emotion flooded his mind so strongly she nearly felt offended. Nearly. But no, she decides to press on.
"you could learn so much - she pauses, reveling in how soft his hair looked she found she would like to touch it- I could teach you things the old fool would've never thought to."
"Never" He spits, anger flaring.
Her face is calm, almost happy as she says.
"We'll see" Then she pushes him into sleep.
An: Please review/comment if you want me to continue this :D im not sure because this was a spur of the moment writing.