Lies and Lightsabers: A Reylo Fanfic
I do not own Star Wars. I am just hopelessly dedicated to Reylo.
Master Luke walked slowly down the sunbathed hallway. He leaned on his cane, hearing footsteps approach him from behind.
Kayla joined his side, sliding to a stop. His student smiled at him, happily walking at his pace. He would never openly admit that he had a favorite padawan, but she was. She reminded him so much of Rey. Like her mother, Kayla was eager, resourceful and a brighter than the sun.
He was fond of Kayla because she perfectly represented everything the new Jedi Order stood for. She's powerful and completely selfless, he said to himself. Luke foresaw her taking Rey's place on the Council one day.
They had just finished their recent assignment without incident. With each mission, Kayla became more confident and trustworthy. Whether she knew it or not, the galaxy had taken notice. Kayla had a positive reputation that was growing with every person and star system she saved.
Luke cleared his throat, seeing the Millennium Falcon come into view. "I spoke with your mother and the rest of the Jedi Council. We agreed that you are ready to take the trials." Luke said, giving her a warm smile.
Kayla's eyes sparkled. She couldn't help it and excitedly gave Master Skywalker a hug. "Sorry, I know I shouldn't." She said, grinning at him.
The old man laughed, wrapping his arms around her. For years, Luke had been a cranky mentor. He was unbelievably strict with her. Looking back, he had to be. There was a time he feared she might turn out like Ben Solo. But that was a concern he unfairly placed on her shoulders. Other than having jet black hair, she didn't share much in common with her father.
"We received new orders from the Council. It seems another star system is requesting our help." He said, with a small chuckle. "Once we complete our mission, we'll return to the Jedi Temple. You'll take the and pass the trials." He paused, clearing his throat. "You're mother has been missing you terribly. I can hear it in her voice." He said, smiling again.
The young Jedi returned his smile. It wasn't like him to be this affectionate, she thought. "I'm ready to leave whenever you are." She replied.
Staring at his padawan, Luke realized how much she looked like Rey, especially in this light. He recalled the first time he saw Rey on Ahch-To. Kayla could have been her twin sister. This may be the last Knight I ever train, the Jedi Master sighed.
Luke left the Jedi Council when Kayla was old enough to be trained. Rey took over for him and became the youngest leader the Jedi Order ever had. Reflecting on the decision, it was the right call. It would have been an error to allow Rey to train her daughter. And the Jedi Council flourished under Rey's leadership. Luke's success with Rey and Kayla, redeemed his past failures.
The two continued walking to the Falcon. R2-D2 waited at the top of the ramp and chirped at them. Kayla hurried up the ramp, noticing there was a message blinking on Artoo. "Who's it for?" She asked cheerfully. The droid bleeped loudly in response.
Luke was slow to walk up the ramp. He sighed, leaning into his cane.
"Would you like me to get out and push, Master Skywalker?" Rey smirked, watching the old man's face.
He laughed. "You get one of those comments a year." He replied. "Hope it was worth it." He smiled, pointing the cane at her.
Rey sat with her legs crossed, watching over the younglings. They looked adorable, wearing over-sized helmets. With the blast shields down, they couldn't see anything. She was impressed with how quickly they were picking up training with remote droids.
"Reach out with your feelings, Sansa." Rey said. She had observed the youngling struggle with the last few rounds. The little girl was familiar with the sting of the remotes.
"Yes, Master Kenobi," came her small voice. The youngling changed her stance, preparing for the next series of blasts.
The Jedi Master smiled, watching her deflect the next shot successfully. Rey stood and circled the oval room. She could feel the Force flowing through her students. Being close to them made her miss Kayla.
She'd be here soon. Rey thought, scanning the room. The Jedi Master had a tough decision to make. She chose to send Luke and Kayla on another mission, before returning to the Temple. They were the best pairing Rey could send on assignments. It wasn't easy being away from her daughter. Each mission seemed to last longer.
Soon Kayla would be a Jedi Knight and would be off on her own adventures. Rey used the Force to lift her cup of tea into her hands. She blew gently on it, taking a sip.
Watching the younglings made it difficult at times. Although Rey controlled her emotions well, she certainly wasn't a machine. Kayla chose this life, just like she had. The Jedi Master was extremely proud of her daughter. As she continued to walk around the room, she felt washed over by a feeling of melancholy.
The Jedi Master suddenly felt her chest tighten. The hot tea spilled onto her fingers and the floor. Rey set the cup on the window ledge, stricken with pain. She reached for the smooth marble pillar next to her, catching her breath.
Rey's heart was heavy. There was a sense of loneliness and frustration—something she hadn't felt in years. Where's this coming from? She asked herself. It was completely out of character for her to be affected so strongly. Rey was in her late thirties and in incredible shape. It wasn't something physical.
She hadn't felt this way since being on Jakku. She realized. Looking at her students, they seemed unaware that their teacher was in distress.
Another feeling washed over her and it made her knees weaken. Rey breathed deeply, finding her calm. "That's enough for today students." She yelled, forcing herself to smile. The younglings yelled in excitement, turning their small sabers off. They quickly stacked the helmets and gear away and ran for the courtyards.
Rey exhaled again, relieved that the students didn't dottle. The feeling she had was overbearing and familiar. It wasn't like being alone on Jakku, she realized. This was something far more dangerous. She buried feelings for her lost love long ago. It was like he was there next to her, whispering in her ear again. Her bottom lip trembled as a shiver ran down her spine.
Staring off in the distance, his name escaped her lips. "Kylo Ren." she said, barely audible.
Far away on the other side of the galaxy, lurked a desperate young man. He pulled the detonator from his pilot's jacket and looked around to see if he had been spotted. The explosives he set were attached to the dense prison wall, in a circular pattern.
Taking cover, the young man pressed down on the detonator. The shockwave rattled his teeth, as bits and pieces of the wall fell around him.
Waiting for the smoke to clear, the pilot surveyed the damage. He cautiously entered the facility. Passing by sparks of electricity and bursts of steam, the prison corridors came into view. Faint alarms echoed in the distance and red warning lights flashed throughout the interconnected chambers.
As his eyes adjusted, he saw the first of the bodies. Covered in red and black armor, prison guards littered the floor. The young man's eyes widened, realizing the gravity of his actions. "I'm sorry." He said, his voice shaking. Regrettably, he clawed his fingers through his dark hair, feeling his stomach churn. His pulse raced, deeply regretting the loss of life.
Moaning came from the end of the hallway. The young man hustled toward the faint cries for help. Feeling a rush of adrenaline, he overpowered the twisted metal grate in front of him. Underneath it was a prison guard, clinging to life.
The guard lay impaled by a bent tube of metal, dying slowly. Even now, the guard weakly reached for his blaster. It was crushed by the grate and would never fire again.
The pilot knelt, resting his hand on the guard's shoulder. His eyes watered, realizing there was nothing he could do for him. "Forgive me." He said, reaching for the weapon attached to his belt. The green flash of the lightsaber ignited into the guard's heart. The young man closed his eyes tightly, cursing under his breath.
A loud sound rattled throughout the prison level as he did this. The pipes above were damaged from the explosion and the ceiling seemed like it would cave in at any moment.
The young man pinned the lightsaber back to his belt, feeling his hands tremble. He tried to stop his arms from shaking but he couldn't. The sword was too dangerous to use in his condition. Moving forward he looked for a different weapon among the trail of bodies.
He dropped his flight jacket on the deck and traded it for an abandoned blaster. As he walked down the narrow corridor, he checked each junction for guards. He stopped only to look in the small windows of each prison cell. "Where are all the prisoners?" He asked himself. It appeared that the guards were protecting an empty facility, but he knew better.
This can't be all of them. He told himself, crouching under a fallen vent. The young man expected to be surrounded by a small army of guards at any moment.
He followed the bend of the corridor, blaster raised. Turning the corner, the pilot exhaled in relief. At the end of the tunnel was a large, dark vault. He had seen something like it in his dreams. Behind the sturdy door, was the answer to his prayers.
The young man retrieved the metallic hilt from his belt. Igniting the green saber, he started cutting into the vault door. After a couple of minutes, a crude entrance was carved in. The new doorway fell back, hitting the floor inside.
The vibration of the heavy panel shook the corridor. Waiting for the dust to settle, the young man killed the lightsaber and put it away. He switched back to the blaster and crept through the opening.
Dust flew everywhere, causing him to cough. Entering the vault room, he felt a presence that he couldn't see. It was pitch black with the exception of faint floor lights. The young man walked to the center, gun at the ready. He heard a noise from behind him and spun wildly, taking a shot. The red flare ricocheted off the vault door and hit the ceiling.
Realizing no one was there, he turned around again. A flood light kicked on and his eyes grew wide. A large block of carbonite lowered into the light. He inhaled, realizing this was it. Frozen and imprisoned in the carbonite chunk was Kylo Ren.
The pilot ran over and punched the buttons along the side. After a few seconds, the carbonite peeled away. The tall, dark figure of Kylo Ren fell face forward onto the hard ground.
"Ah, crap." Said the young man, realizing he should have caught him. He reached for the Sith Master's shoulder, to check on him. A black, gloved hand grabbed his wrist, startling him.
"Rey." He said in low hiss. The young pilot wasn't sure how to respond and backed away. Kylo Ren rose from the ground effortlessly. He appeared to float, almost like a spectre. "Who are you." He growled, keeping his eyes closed.
"My name in Lin. I've spent the last few years trying to find you. I've lost everything." He said, his voice trailing off. The young pilot lowered his eyes, feeling embarrassed.
"What year is it?" Kylo said, interrupting him. The Sith Master grimaced, feeling his eyes stinging.
"Year?" Lin asked, sighing desperately. Suddenly, he felt his body lift in the air by the choking pressure of Kylo Ren. Lin struggled and gasped, realizing he was helpless.
"How long has it been...since the destruction of the Starkiller Base?" He asked, clearly annoyed. Kylo's outstretched hand tightened his grip on Lin.
"Starkiller Base? That's been twenty years," he choked. "Before I was born." The young man's eyes bulged. Kylo Ren dropped him to the ground, releasing his hold.
"Rey." He whispered again. "How could you do this to me?" He said, ignoring the young man at his feet. Lin crawled, trying to suck air into his lungs. The pilot realized that his life was in grave danger.
"Please...Kylo Ren. You don't know how far I've come. What I've had to do." He coughed. "I need to avenge the death of my family. But to do that, I must learn the Dark Side." He said, sounding desperate.
The Sith Lord said nothing, standing stiffly. He searched Lin's thoughts. After a moment, he reached his hand forward. The blaster Lin carried flew off his shoulder and into Kylo's hands.
Lin's eyes closed, fearing he was a goner.
Kylo raised the blaster and fired twice. The shots hit the guards entering the vault entrance. Lin opened his eyes, watching the guards fall lifeless to the ground. He scrambled to his feet, unsure if he was next.
The Sith Master growled at him. "We have work to do." He said, sensing fear and desperation in the young man before him. "You have a transport, I assume?" Kylo Ren couldn't see and wouldn't be able to for days.
"It was shot down getting here. But I can steal one of theirs." Lin said with a nod. "I can fly anything." He stated fiercely.
Feedback welcome! Thanks much. So Reylo and Kaylin - how does that sound? A new pairing for me to obsess over. Smut and dark stuff ahead. If you've read Unspoken Forces, welcome! In this universe Kylo becomes a Sith Master. I'll explain why later. This should be a fun one. A not so subtle clue about Lin's lineage at the end. Shout out to Game of Thrones.