Hello my friends! In honor of my first Reylo story, On My Mind (Which is still in progress) reaching 10,000 views today, I decided to upload the first chapter to my new story, Destiny Within the Stars to celebrate ! Now, this story is going to be mainly centered around Rey, but there will be be some Reylo moments (or should I say Rey-Ben moments?) just not as many as my last one. As always, your reviews are greatly appreciated.

Love to all x

Though my soul may set in darkness.

It will rise in perfect light.

I have loved the stars too fondly

to be fearful of the light

– "The Old Astronomer to His Pupil" by Sarah Williams

The First Order. That is all Rey had ever known.

For ten years, the only home Rey had ever known were the dark corridors of Star Killer base. During those years, she had seen, and done horrific things. She had watched villages be destroyed; bodies set to flames, women, men, children tortured, killed for mere pleasure. She was a part of it. The madness. She was a part of it all.

She had been taken from her home when she was just a child. When she was just a young, and naive ten year old girl. She had been told many times that she was, different. That she had been hand selected for her strength and her abilities by Captain Phasma herself.

Rey knew she was different. She wasn't like the other troopers. She was curious, and sometimes let her emotions get the best of her. She often wondered about her past life, whether she had had any friends, or any siblings. She wondered about her parents, and liked to imagine she had her mother's eyes, and her father's nose.

She did not dare ever think about asking about her past life. She knew that it would be taken the wrong way. That they would find her weak. That they would recondition her. She had taken the oath. She knew. Her past was her past. And the First Order was now her present, and her future.

Rey was the only female stormtrooper out of the thousands upon Star Killer base. As a result of this, the male troopers disliked her greatly. They felt she was nothing but a nuisance. They teased her, flirted with her, and often made grotesque gestures towards her. They always tried their best to make her feel as uncomfortable and miserable as possible. Rey found their attempts to break her to be rather annoying, and fought back every time. She was strong, both physically, and mentally. Most knew not to mess with her. Others however, learned not to the hard way. No, she had never killed them per say. But she had most definitely let them know not to get on her bad side.

She remembered specifically the day one trooper, JH-2218, made an obscene gesture towards her as she walked through the corridors to her chambers. She was extremely exhausted that day, and was in a foul mood. She had slammed 2218 against the wall, and pinned his arm behind his back.

"Do that again," she had spat at him through her mask as she was crushing his arm. "And the sanitation droids will have the unfortunate pleasure of peeling your corpse off the ground."

She hated them. She hated them all. All except one.

His number was FN-2187. But she liked to call him "Finn." And he liked to call her "Rey."

Rey had met the trooper her second year of the program, and they have been inseparable ever since.

She enjoyed his company greatly, for he was the only one that never tried to flirt with her or make her blood boil with rage. He was her only friend on base, and was the closest thing to family she had.

The two troopers had just gotten out of an assembly. Captain Phasma and General Hux had a meeting with all of the troops regarding their next mission.

As they walked now towards the mess hall, Rey turned to Finn briefly, "Why Naboo?" she asked. "There's nothing left there now."

Finn turned to her and muffled through his mask, "Dunno," he replied. "But it must be important if the General is sending out Fleet 21." Fleet number 21 were the strongest, fastest, and most highly trained out of all of the troops on base. Finn and Rey felt proud about being a part of such a class.

"Well I guess we will find out in the morning I suppose," she replied. And they both made their way into the mess hall.

Rey was now in her chambers. The room was fairly small, a bed, with a small attaching bathroom. As she lied down on her bed and removed her helmet, she breathed with ease. She could breathe of course through her helmet, but it felt delicious to breathe in fresh air. She took her hair down then from the sweaty bun behind her head and headed for her bathroom. As she removed her armor, and her black long sleeve shirt and her leggings underneath, she turned on the shower, and hopped inside.

Showers were her favorite part of the day. She often rotated between hot and cold showers depending on how hot she got underneath her suit. Today? Cold. Very cold.

She quickly turned her shower head to the left, and simply stood there, letting her skin soak in the cool water. She was startled then when she heard a knock at her door. "RY-2147," the voice said.

Rey froze, she knew the voices owner.

"Ma'am I must inform you I am showering at the time being, if you would please give me a moment I shall greet you shortly!" she hollered back.

Rey heard no response, and hoped she had heard her.

She quickly got out of the shower and dried herself off, grabbing a clean black long sleeve shirt and pair of black leggings from a box on the floor.

As she was now fully dressed, she ran to the door. She knew she must not keep her waiting. She adjusted her clothing quickly, and opened the door. "Hello, Captain," Rey said.

Phasma smiled beneath her mask. She admired Rey for her strength and the ability to fight for herself. She saw her as an equal.

"I am here to inform you that you shall have an important task once your fleet arrives on Naboo tomorrow morning," she said.

Rey stared at her in confusion, "What might that be exactly Captain?"

"You are my most loyal and strongest fighter RY-2147. I cannot trust anyone else with this task," she paused. "You are to search the Theed Royal Palace on Naboo. We have reason to believe this is the new base for the Resistance."

Rey was very confused; she wondered why she was to go alone. "What of the other's ma'am?" she asked. "If I am to do this task alone, why are the others coming as well?"

"Because," Phasma replied. "We must ensure your safety in case you are outnumbered."

Rey thought of interjecting once more, but she was cut off by Phasma. "I trust you will complete your mission, 2147." She then turned, and left the room.

She watched her leave then, and Rey abruptly shut her door, for she realized she did not have on her helmet. As she now sat on her bed, she couldn't stop thinking of what the Captain had just told her. We must ensure your safety in case you are outnumbered. She had heard of the Resistance before, and their leader, General Organa. She had overheard talk of their growing size. She knew they were strong.

But she was stronger.