AN:
Yes, I am trash. You do not need to tell me. I'm sorry to my Zelda people, but I am on a Star Wars kick right now and need to vent. This will last a while, I need The Last Jedi to come out.
Also, if Rey has any Skywalker blood…well, I'll see y'all in Hell.
I am not Disney or Lucasfilm.
I am a sad college student waiting for December.
Ben
"Without the Jedi, there can be no balance in the Force." The old man tells me before realizing what he just implied. "I am sorry."
"This will begin to make things right. The General has been searching for this for far too long."
"General? To me, she is royalty, as are you."
"Alderaan was destroyed before my parents even met. I am far from royalty."
"That does not make Bail and Breha Organa any less your family; your mother still carries their name after all."
"We've got company, Ben." Poe Dameron bursts into the tent, BB8 next to him.
"First order?" I stand, though I do have to slouch to not hit my head on the cloth ceiling.
"Who else would it be?" We storm out of the tent to see First Order ships in the distance.
"You need to go." A hand presses into my back.
"You need to hide," Poe argues.
"Go, they can't get their hands on that." The old man pushes us towards the ship, and we begin running, droid in tow.
"You got any plans for this weekend?"
"I'm not going, Poe."
"Why not?" Poe whines, jumping into the pilot's seat.
"I have responsibilities."
"So do I, but I make time for some fun."
"My mother would kill me."
"You're almost thirty, you're allowed to break a few rules."
"Have you met my mother?"
"Yes, I have, and she is lovely." Suddenly, the entire ship lurches as it gets hit by a blaster from one of the Stormtroopers. "SHIT!"
"We're not going anywhere." They got the compressor.
"You and BB go, I'll distract them."
"We can't leave you."
"Your mother would murder me if you did it. Go! I'll try to escape." Poe runs towards the fight, the idiot. BB8 whines next to me, urging me to follow and do as Poe said. For a second time seems to stop as a Stormtrooper shoots directly at Poe. My instincts take over and I stop the blaster. Fuck. I shouldn't have done that. Everyone present stops and stares at the frozen blaster shot. I slowly turn the direction of the shot to where it won't hit anyone and release it.
"There's a Jedi here! Find them." The chrome-plated trooper orders. Shit. I run, as fast as I can given the shifting sands. BB8 follows closely at my side. Shouting follows behind me. I don't stop, I can't stop. Several blaster bolts are shot at me, I easily change their course, so they hit the sand.
"Stop!" One trooper orders. Not likely.
"By order of Supreme Leader Snoke, you are under arrest." No.
My heart pounds, my headaches, BB8 beeps next to me. Then there's an explosion that knocks the Stormtroopers to the ground. Poe! I Search through the Force, trying to pick up on his signal. He's okay. He's okay. "Come on, BB8."
I sprint, not letting the Stormtroopers have enough time to recuperate and catch up with us.
-oOo-
I don't know how far or how long I run. The Stormtroopers are far gone, probably gave up for now. Thankfully, I am able to tap into the Force to keep me from running out of energy, though I will crash soon enough. Once I release my hold on this energy source, I'll be knocked out for hours. But I have to get home first.
The sun is beginning to rise. It's going to get hot soon, and I need to find shelter. This place is a wasteland, nothing as far as the eye can see. There's no sign of any other settlements or any lifeforms. What am I going to do? "I need a minute."
The droid stops, turns to me, and watches as I sit down. I sit in my meditative stance and search for anything: people, animals, water, anything that isn't sand really. I turn fast, sensing another intelligent being within a hundred feet of me. "Show yourself. I won't hurt you."
Nothing.
I focus in on the signal. "Though, if you do plan on hurting me, I won't have much of a choice."
It's a strange presence, strong in the Force. Something about it is familiar. I round a sand dune and see a person with goggles and some sort of head wrap on next to a ground speeder. "Don't worry. I won't hurt you. My name's Ben. What's your name?"
The small person doesn't reply, just stares at me, holding tightly to a metal staff.
"I understand if you don't trust me. However, I am in need of some help. My ship was destroyed, my partner is missing, and I have to get home."
Not a peep.
"Can you at least point me in the direction of the nearest settlement? I've been searching for hours." We stand in silence, staring at each other.
"You don't look like you crashed." It's a woman, young judging by the softness in her voice.
"I never said that I crashed."
"No, I guess you did not. But if you didn't crash, how was your ship destroyed?"
"Stormtroopers."
"They're here?" She drops closer into a fighting stance.
"Not now, no. I lost them hours ago."
"Why were they hunting you?" She shifts again, pointing one end of her staff at me, ready to attack.
"I have some information that they want, but I can't let them get it."
"What sort of information?"
"You won't tell me your name, yet you expect me to tell you something that important? I have already given you much more information than I should have." I raise an eyebrow. Slowly, the girl backs down, pulls her goggles and headscarf off, and looks me in the eye.
"Rey."