STAR WARS

EPISODE IX

WILL OF THE FORCE

It is a dark and trivial time. What remains of the RESISTANCE is spread thin across the galaxy. Plotting among secret bases on uncharted worlds, they stage a plan of attack.

Kylo Ren, now THE SUPREME LEADER of the evil FIRST ORDER, has orchestrated a ruthless hunt for the few brave heroes that remain in the RESISTANCE. Driven by hatred, Kylo Ren will stop at nothing to wipe them out and complete his destiny.

General Leia Organa and the majority of the survivors have managed to remain hidden thus far, meanwhile Rey, Finn, Poe, and Chewbacca prepare for their next move on an uncharted world...

The camera pans down from space onto the atmosphere of this 'uncharted world' for a few moments before cutting to Rey constructing her new lightsaber in it's swamp. The familiar sounds of the native wildlife and ominous dense fog quickly convey that this isn't just any uncharted world. It's Dagobah.

Rey remained still. Her eyes closed and her breathing steady as she sat peacefully in the calm of the swamp. The two halves of Anakin's lightsaber crystal floated through the air, accompanied by the different segments of her soon to be lightsaber staff. A bead of sweat dripped down her forehead as the various parts of the lightsaber lined up and slowly began to conjoin. The different components twisted and turned into eachother the only way that seemed possible, before clicking into place as a feint blue glow shinned from the bronze emitters for a brief moment.

An echoing, familiar voice spoke from the distance in a playful tone.

"Took you long enough." The voice said, as distinct and recognizable as the Jedi Master who's lips the words leapt from.

A blue glow began to shimmer behind Rey before the lightsaber dropped into her hands and she opened her eyes, smiling at her new creation. The glow behind Rey formed into the shape of an all too familiar Jedi Master. With a pleasent smile, the spirit of Jedi Master Luke Skywalker walked closer to Rey, and placed a guiding hand on her shoulder.

"This is a milestone, Rey. And it marks your transition into knighthood. Well, at least it should..."

Master Skywalker knelt down beside his now pupil, Rey, who was admiring the new lightsaber in her hands before turning her head to meet her master's gaze.

"You and I didn't exactly have very conventional training regimens." He smirked, followed by a hearty chuckle.

Rey couldn't help but excitedly interupt. "Does this mean I'm a Jedi now?" She asked, smiling into Luke's eyes.

Master Skywalker shook his head. "No. Being a Jedi isn't about the weapon you make, or the power you display." He pats her shoulder reassuringly as he began to stand up, groaning a bit in his old age. "Rey, you've been a Jedi for a lot longer than you realize." He said simply, walking back towards the fog.

Rey quickly stood up and turned around to watch him leave.

"But now you look the part, and that's also important." He says with a coy grin, adjusting the collar of his iconic black jumpsuit, the same one he wore when he faced his father on the Death Star all those years ago. The getup of a legend.

Rey couldn't help but laugh, her eyes darting about the swamp before back to Luke.

"Master Skywalker?" She spoke, but didn't finish her thought before Luke interrupted.

"You better speak quickly." He looked off into the distance, pretending as if he had someplace else to be. "I'm running out of batteries."

She rolled her eyes, knowing that her master was very capable of appearing and dissapearing when he wanted, and him currently fading was a choice.

"Thank you." She said simply.

Master Skywalker met her smile with one of his own, and a simple nod. The blue light slowly beginning to decipate among the fog.

"Now the real work begins." He said, remembering his time training on this very planet with his former master, Yoda.

He only hoped that the training he has given Rey over the last few years was at least as effective as the knowledge Yoda had given him in his youth, but, only time could tell. He did trust this girl, though. She reminded him of himself. There was a certain drive that pushed him, a greater sense of purpose that lied deep in his psyche when he was her age.

Rey had that drive, too. He could feel it.