Author's Note: Just a couple of things to address before we begin this adventure.

1. This is my second Star Wars literary work. As such I am very nervous about posting this. I ask of you to please be patient with me as the Star Wars universe is not only gigantic but detailed as well, and I am still learning about it. Thank you! In addition, this is a pilot prologue. If it is received well, I will continue. Thank you for understanding!

2. If this story is not your cup of tea, please leave it unharmed so some other lad or lass can enjoy it to its fullest extent. Thank you.

3. Please also note that my schedule when it comes to updating is very random. If I could, I would update every week, but that just doesn't happen. Sometimes updates are very sparse and other times I update three days in a row. Please bear with me.

4. I do not own Star Wars or any of the characters whatsoever. I simply conjure ideas from my mind from time to time and decide to write about them occasionally.

I think that sums it up, so without further ado, please sit back, relax and enjoy The Astronomy Club.

The Astronomy Club

The Painted Green Door

Prologue:

Rey slumped in the chair, wishing it would swallow her up and erase her existence from the planet. Because for her, that would have been quite ideal given the current circumstance she found herself in. She swallowed (although it was rather a difficult action to complete since her mouth had ran dry ever since she was escorted into the room) and tried to ignore the nauseous feeling that was swelling up in her stomach. She made herself focus on her hands which were neatly placed in her lap. Her fingers shaking. The young woman then directed her attention to chewing on the inside of her cheek, knowing her bottom lip would start wobbling if she didn't.

It should be known that this was all very unusual – and therefore, completely understandable why Rey was acting this way. After all, the brunette had never caused trouble in her entire life until approximately 38 minutes ago.

She heard the door open abruptly behind her, and felt herself flinch as if she had been dealt a severe blow. Craning her neck to the side, she watched the president of The University, who was beloved by all students who attended the academic institution, sweep gracefully across the room before taking a seat behind the rather lovely and ornate carved wooden desk.

Rey found herself being briefly appraised by the new addition to the room. After a moment, the figure spoke: "Rey, do you know why you're here?"

The owner of the name felt her fingers curl, turning into tight fists. She felt her nails – which were usually kept short and clean – dig into the palm of her hand. Somehow this action brought her comfort.

"You're here because you committed a wrong."

Silence.

"Do you have anything to say in your defense?"

She sensed that her whole body jolted at this question. Her eyes found President Leia Organa's own momentarily before drifting to her mouth – the brunette was sure she saw the left corner of the president's lip quirk upwards into a slight smile. Rey couldn't fault her for she knew her face was probably a comical sight: surprise mixed with confusion and terror.

The twenty-year old found herself gaining a speck of confidence. Collecting the very scattered thoughts her mind currently held, she licked her dry lips and spoke barely above a whisper: "In The University's handbook, it states how we – the campus community – are supposed to foster an environment of inclusion and be welcoming to differing opinions, ideas, and practices. Not necessarily agreeing but at least being respectful and open minded." She paused, crossing her arms as if it would provide her some protection, "Your son was not being respectful."

There it was again. A small raise of the left corner of her mouth. After a moment of silence, which to Rey felt like an eternity, the older woman then leaned forward across the desk as if she was about to convey confidential information: "So you punched him?"

Rey felt her body stiffen in reaction to Organa's rather blunt inquiry, but she mustered up as much courage that she could find. With a curt nod, she responded: "Yes, in the face."

That earned a hum from the figure sitting across from her.

The young brunette found herself shifting in her chair, uncomfortable at the response she gained. She couldn't tell what the president of The University was thinking.

Rey watched as her companion sighed, "I've looked at your record. You have excellent grades, are active on campus, and are thought well of by you professors. This leads me to the conclusion that you are not a trouble maker, Rey."

"I'm not, I'm really not!" Rey thought earnestly. How she wished in this moment she could pour out every thought and emotion that was swirling in her mind. But she couldn't bring herself to do so. The adrenaline that had flowed through her veins almost a mere hour ago had faded, leaving her exhausted. In this moment, with her sitting in the President's office, Rey desired nothing more than to cry. Either that, or for her to wake herself up from this awful dream.

President Organa leaned back in her chair, "This matter will be dealt with swiftly."

Rey felt her heart hammer against her chest – a painful sensation. The air seemed to grow thicker the more she attempted to breathe. She wondered what she looked like at this moment. Probably a deer in headlights about to get hit by oncoming traffic.

"As for your punishment…"

This was it. This was the moment Rey had been dreading. She tried to predict what kind of penalty she would have to pay. Maybe she would be made to take a course about basic ethics and conflict resolution – or maybe she would have to do community service. Or perhaps she would have to pay a fine, or simply give an apology (which she supposed she could halfheartedly give without really meaning it). Rey didn't really care what her punishment was as long as she didn't get disciplinary points – that would be the absolute worst case scenario. Disciplinary points would be forever etched on her academic transcript, and would affect her chances at being accepted into a good graduate program. And Rey couldn't even possibly imagine her dreams being compromised.

"Since you care about the campus community so much, you must attend the upcoming Astronomy club's meeting this Friday," the authority figure declared, before turning her attention to some files that were placed on the desk.

Any thoughts that danced in the twenty year old's mind vanished instantaneously. She hadn't prepared herself for something like this. As she watched President Organa skim the material that was in front of her, a thought presented itself to Rey.

Was this perhaps a trick? Was she being tested? Surely one punch did not equate to having to attend one measly Astronomy club meeting. (Not that Rey was being ungrateful for this lack of punishment.)

"More details will be brought to your attention during the meeting," the gray haired woman informed her, as if it was an afterthought. Her eyes still focused on the papers that were presented in front of her, she then continued, "For the meantime, I would suggest staying out of any more trouble."

"I didn't know we had an Astronomy club," Rey found herself blurting out rather loudly.

She watched as President Organa glanced at her briefly, the corners of her lips curving upwards into what could be considered a soft smile. Placing the fountain pen (which had been previously held in her right hand) down, she then responded to Rey's comment: "Yes, well, it's rather a small group of students." She paused for a mere moment before continuing, "I am sure you have other ways to occupy your time – watching me work is rather boring. You are excused, Rey."

Quite perplexed, Rey left the room.

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