Crossed Forces

(A/N) I would just like to clarify that I own nothing to do with the Star Wars franchise, and only own the characters of my own making. I wrote this fanfiction a while ago and am only now getting round to publishing. Although the story does not centre completely on it, there are a few shippings (Kylo Ren/Ben Solo x OC) (Poe x Finn). Also the first chapter is sort of in fragments (switching between P.O.V'S) this is ended! It's only going to be like this until the plots sync up. Trust me.

Well I hope you enjoy!

Chapter One – Premonitions and Missions

Young Christine was preoccupied with heavy study in the Library. She analysed star charts, and intensely studied each book of astronomy she could find, whether from a science point of view or magical. Hours upon hours were spent hauled over old maps, documents and books, but still, Christine could find no answer to the anomaly. She sighed, brushing strands of brown curls from her face as she leaned back, stretching her pale limbs against the hard wooden chair. Her father told her to dismiss her fears, that she had been overreacting, overworked and overtired. She twirled the little piece of crystal that hung upon her neck, fastened by a silver chain, this little action calmed her mind, helping her be mindful.

It could not have been a dream. Christine had been training for many years, despite her young age, and she knew the difference between a premonition and a dream. That is why, for the better half of the day, Christine had been cooped up within the sealed walls of the La Vedette Library. She hoped that the old writings protected in the private Library might shed some light on the matter.

Christine closed the large leather-bound book she had been reading, and with another long sigh of defeat she closed her eyes. In her minds' eye, she could remember the premonition in precise detail;

A young woman, but a few years older than Christine, dressed in strange clothing. Her hair was extremely long, and fastened in a tight braid. She was rather beautiful, and walked with a much older man, dressed in a long beige tunic and brown leather belt. The two were speaking as they walked, and much like any regular premonition, the two could not see Christine.

"It would be a great honour to be your Padawan, Master Luke", the girl said, a slight smile adorning her lips.

"It would be a greater honour to be your Master, young Rey, you have learned a great deal on your own, it brings me joy to imagine what you could accomplish in the future", the man, Luke, replied.

The man stopped, turning to face Rey, "Let us discuss your training tomorrow, go now with your friends, we have much to celebrate. Tonight is for friends, family and comrades. Tomorrow is yet to come", he smiled.

"I thank you for speaking with me", Rey replied, "master".

With that, Rey turned and walked away, fading from the vision. Another woman entered, she being much older. She wore a long blue dress, her hair pulled into a tight bun at the end of her head. She approached Luke before speaking abruptly; "You should have told her Luke; that could have been your best chance".

"I know Leia, I know", Luke sighed deeply, "I fear that she is not yet ready".

"Don't pull that on me Luke", Leia growled, "You and I both know what it is like to feel alone in the galaxy. That girl deserves all the family she can get – she's earned it"

"I am aware sister, perhaps it is the force, but my instincts tell me to wait, we have won the battle this time, but more is yet to come, and for Rey to be the warrior we need, she must be focused".

"Don't you think I know that?" Leia snapped, "Luke, don't make my mistakes, I've lost so much, don't have regrets".

"I know sister, I don't intend to".

The vision ended there, and Christine opened her light hazel eyes. For some strange reason, she felt connected to these people. They were not from Earth, and most certainly not the solar system. Christine had pondered that perhaps they were from the far regions of the galaxy, it would have not been the first time that she, or others like her had encountered intelligent life forms. Her father was determined to have her think that she had imagined it, that the vivid premonition was the creation of fantasy. Christine however, knew better, if she had learned anything; it was to always trust her instincts.

At that time, her instincts implored her to find these people, she felt danger shroud the premonition. A sense of foreboding if you will. Christen La Vedette was a determined young girl, and would not allow herself to waver from helping innocents.

Christine was a witch, a sorceress, a magician, whatever you wish to call it. A being of magical capability, able to perform feats that humans could only dream of. She had been born into magic, her father the leader of their coven. Her father; M. Garadox La Vedette, strictly followed the old ways, and typically dismissed matters that dealt with unearthly experiences. This is why he paid no interest in the visions of his youngest child, despite the fact that she had yet to be wrong. Christine had spoken of humans on another world, possibly not in their galaxy. M. La Vedette did not disbelieve in the existence of other intelligent life, aliens, he simply did not see the point of getting involved in their affairs. Earth had enough problems of its own.

The quiet Library suddenly erupted with sound, Christine realising that it was emanating from her own phone. She fished the smart phone from her jeans' pocket, answering the call.

"Hello?"

"Christine get your ass down to Widow's creek, you aren't going to believe this", her friend, Artur, called.

"I'm on my way".

Kylo Ren was, for lack of a better word; utterly humiliated. Word had spread quickly amongst the ranks of his defeat on Starkiller Base, at the hands of a mere scavenger from Jakku. Of course Kylo Ren knew that the girl was no plain scavenger, the girl was a powerful force-sensitive being, and no doubt was going to be trained as a Jedi Knight.

The First Order was far from being destroyed, however Supreme Leader Snoke was furious upon the destruction of Starkiller Base. The ice planet had been invaluable to The First Order, losing such a weapon was a major blow to their numbers, and had almost been the end of the regime. Of course the blame for the great loss had to be inflicted upon someone.

Kylo Ren being the prime candidate.

The young hot-headed knight had, in Snoke's eyes, allowed the Resistance to destroy the base. He lost a saber duel to a little girl from Jakku, and for a fleeting moment, was conflicted of his orders to kill Han Solo. This sort of behavior could not be tolerated, and in any normal circumstances, Supreme Leader Snoke wold have had him executed on the spot. However, Kylo Ren was a dedicated follower, and Snoke was not so willing to lose his pupil; whom he had invested so much time and effort. Above all else; Kylo Ren was a force-sensitive, which had become a rarity in the galaxy.

Despite the whispering among Stormtroopers, and the objections of generals; it was General Hux who received the blame for the catastrophe, and was punished severely. Kylo Ren had never been particularly fond of the General, but even in his black heart he knew, General Hux did not deserve the unfathomable pain that was inflicted upon him.

Kylo Ren pondered this as he walked through what was to be the most powerful base ever to be created. The First Order wasted no time in its building, after old plans of the Empire's Death Stars were modified intensely. At the moment, the base remained un-operational for attack, its defense system being first priority. Kylo Ren knew it would not be long before the base would be fully operational, and was sure that the Resistance would not stand a fleeting chance.

Supreme Leader Snoke had summoned him to a private meeting, and Kylo Ren was afraid. He did not like to admit fear, but knew anyone in his position would feel the same, if not worse. He had been worrying for months that Snoke might not court martial him publicly, but would not let him continue unpunished for his failings. He had let the First Order down drastically, worst of all, he felt that he failed his grandfather.

He walked along the dark corridors, a battalion of Stormtroopers sniggering silently as they passed. Underneath his mask, Kylo felt his face flush with anger. Under normal circumstances, the Stormtroopers would have paid dearly for the insult, but at the moment Kylo felt as though he was walking on eggshells, and therefore could not overstep his boundaries.

Finally. He reached the Hologram chamber. It was built as an almost replica of the one on Starkiller Base, only the minor details differing. Kylo Ren stepped forward, and waited silently for the image of his master to appear. Instantly, there was a surge of blue light, and Supreme Leader Snoke, in his holographic form, was before him. Instinctively, Kylo genuflected immediately, bowing his head. "Master, you wished to speak with me?"

"Yes, Kylo Ren. You know, I have always seen the potential in you, that others never did. I saw the raw power that you possessed, even as a boy; when you were nothing but Ben Solo. I raised you up, made you Master of the Knights of Ren, have guided you on the path for unlimited power. But you have fallen, and are disgraced. You have made a mockery of yourself, and are now depicted as weak in the eyes of your superiors, your knights and our followers. I am giving you but one chance, and one only; to redeem yourself", Supreme Leader Snoke spoke hoarsely, however with the same tone of which when he first began speaking to Kylo Ren, when he was just little Ben Solo.

"Thank you Master, I am eternally grateful to you", Kylo replied, still in the genuflecting position.

"This base is to be the most powerful weapon in the galaxy, therefore, it must have a substantial power source. I in trust you, Kylo Ren, with procuring this energy source".

"From where Master?"

"That, is where the challenge arises. You must collect the power source from another galaxy, much similar to our own, however, less advanced. Not much is known, however one planet in particular inside this galaxy holds an energy source unlike any that has ever been known. It must be extracted and returned here. With this power source, this base shall be a thousand times the might of any death star, and far greater than the Starkiller base".

"But Master, what about the Resistance, I am needed here to crush them!" Kylo Ren tried to protest, however his remarks proved futile, and only managed to anger Snoke.

"I command as to where you are needed, Kylo Ren", he seethed, "You failed once to destroy the Resistance. You will have your chance only after you have proven yourself worthy".

Kylo Ren backed down most reluctantly. His ego suffered a severe blow; he was to be used as an errand boy, a complete waste of his skills. "Yes Master", he growled.

The image of Supreme Leader Snoke flickered and diminished, Kylo Ren rose to his feet. He felt rage swell within his chest, and gloved finger tips brushed against the hilt of his lightsaber. Don't. Control your anger you imbecile. Kylo snarled, but moved his hand away, he could not risk an outburst. Huffing, he stormed from the chamber, making his way quickly to his own quarters. Despite his recent shame, Snoke did not fail to ensure that his accommodation was comfortable. His living quarters were huge, a fully furnished apartment within the new base, yet to be named. The door opened, revealing the luxury in which he lived. The living area was huge, the wall to the left was made from a glass like material (blaster-proof of course) and acted as an enormous window from which Kylo could see space all around him. Majority of the furnishings were made of a black glass like material, and the entire apartment was fit to his tastes. In the comfort of his private quarters, Kylo unclasped his mask, as well as removing his gloves, cape and boots, leaving him in a black tunic and trousers. He sighed, scratching the nape of his neck. "Kylo Ren, the errand boy", he snarled to himself. "Oh how the mighty have fallen". Kylo was yet to be informed of the exact details of his mission, and was sure that he would be briefed the next day, for now sleep beckoned him, however with his restless mind, the force was needed to send him into a slumber.

Kylo Ren awoke peacefully, at a very early hour. It was strange, being aboard a space station, it was always night. He groaned, stretching in his ginormous bed. Since The First Order rose to a substantial amount of power, Kylo Ren found himself always sleeping in a bed fit for a king. He wrapped a sheet around his otherwise naked body, sluggishly moving from the bed into the on suite. A refreshing hot shower alerted him, and after bathing he dressed in his usual attire, however leaving his mask off. He had no time to spend time in the Base's training facilities that morning, and was annoyed by this, his soldier-mentality would have preferred at least an hour's work out before the day began.

"Kylo Ren requested on hanger bay - G16"

The intercom buzzed, and Kylo could not help but grimace, pathetic errand boy, he thought once more to himself. Before putting on his mask, Kylo stared at his reflection in the mirror, he had been left with a faded white scar that stretched diagonally across his face, a reminder of the defeat he faced at the hands of Rey the Scavenger. Shrugging his shoulders, he fastened his helmet on securely, and clipped his lightsaber onto his belt.

"Let's get this over with".

Kylo reached the hanger bay within minutes. Here, both General Hux and Captain Phasma awaited him patiently. "It is good to see you as your old self sir", Captain Phasma said, "We have the details of your mission here", Phasma handed him a small black orb, a hologram device which displayed the image of his target planet. "It is called Earth. It is much like most of the planets in our galaxy, and thankfully the air is breathable. That is all that we know. Your missions' object is to locate the power source on this planet. Once found, contact Supreme Leader Snoke and he shall send whatever is needed to extract the source and return it to the base".

"Is that all?" Kylo Ren snapped sarcastically.

"Your ship is simple and small, perfect so as to go undetected once you land, be warned. Earth has a strong magnetic field surrounding it, making entry and landing extremely difficult.

"I am Kylo Ren. I will not fail".

Christine drove as fast as she could, disregarding the speed limits completely. A trail of flashing lights followed her, however a simple spell prevented her license plate coming up on speeding cameras. It was two in the morning, a preferable time – if this was a matter of magic, there would be few humans around to worry about it. Artur had instructed her to go to Widow's creek – an area in the forest a few miles from the manor house. Christine had lived in Washington since she was six years old, she and her family (excluding her mother) were French.

She parked at the side of the road, climbing out from her car her witch-eyes adjusted to the darkness of the early morning. She sniffed the air, creatures' liker herself had extremely heightened senses, and Christine was in no mood for attacks that night. From what she could gather on the phone, her two friends; Artur and Zahra, had found something strange in the woods. Well, strange was not the term that he had used, more "It looks like a spaceship". Christine did not believe in coincidence. She was sure that whatever Zahra and Artur had found had to be linked to the vision she had experienced; she was sure of it. Just as any hunter of the night, she ran forward. Christine moved with the speed of a cheetah and the agility of a wolf. She zoomed through the trees, dodging any obstacle that was thrown into her path with great skill. She reached Widow's creek in a matter of minutes. Zahra and Artur sat on a large rock next to the stream. The two jumped at the sight of Christine, who stood among the trees, dressed in formidable clothing, much like an assassin, her face shrouded by the black cloak that she wore. "Jesus, can't you knock that creepy crap off for a day?" Artur moaned, "One of these days I'm going to drop dead of a heart attack because of you".

"And you know that I would revive you", Christine replied, lifting her hood from her face; her hair had come loose from it's braid, and fell over her shoulders, reaching her lower spine. Her pale skin glowed in the moonlight, and eyes sparkled as they scanned her surroundings. "Now, what was it you wanted me to see?" Artur led the two girls further up the stream. Christine and Zahra walked side by side.

"So", Christine began, "How is Amir faring?"

Zahra shrugged, sweeping her blue-streaked hair to one side, "Amir's good thanks".

The two fell into an awkward silence, Christine bore it with a heavy heart, before speaking once more; "What happened to us? My best friend will not even look at me anymore".

Zahra glared, "You know exactly what",

Artur sprinted forward, "It's over here!"

Christine cursed herself a fool, she had not seen the signs around her. The forest had been too quiet, no animal activity; meaning something had scared them away. Christine La Vedette had seen many strange and wonderful things in her life as a witch, some of which she still does not believe despite seeing with her own eyes, this time round, she was certain that her eyes were deceiving her. An artificial clearing had been made, trees pulled to the ground, the entire are scorched black. Some form of an aircraft was half-buried into the earth. It was long and silver, and a light smoke emanated from the back engines of the craft. "I told you that you were going to want to see this", Artur smirked.

Christine stepped forward carefully, wary of the craft. Undoubtedly; there had to have been a pilot. She drew herself closer and closer, retrieving a dagger from her built. She glanced back to Zahra and Artur, "If something attacks, I want the two of you to run as fast as you can and don't look back, understand?"

The two humans nodded in sync. Once Christine was sure, she proceeded forward. She was a mere arm's length away from the craft itself, and she felt an immense heat radiating from the metal, Christine quickly began to fear that the craft could very well explode. "Hello, is there anyone in there?" she called, "If so, please come out, we mean you know harm".

She took another step closer, remaining as still and as silent as possible. Gently, she closed her eyes, within her mind, she searched the emotions of the life that was present. Both Artur and Zahra were similar; terrified beyond belief, however extremely curious and excited as well. Searching deeper, she was alerted to another present and for a brief moment, she shared the pain it was experiencing. Her eyes snapped open, no longer caring of cautiousness she ran forward, still wielding her knife. She had begun to panic, searching for some way to open the oval hatch. "It's alright, I'm going to help you". With fierce strength she composed herself, and raised her left arm. You will open. You will not break, you will open safely. Christine feared greatly to break the glass, which could easily gravely injury the life inside, if it was not so already. The hatch did as she commanded, and as it open slowly; smoke poured to the open. Shielding her nose and mouth, she waded through; the craft was relatively small, and could only have been only big enough for one person.

Using her magic, she made the smoke disperse, and so closely that there was someone inside. This person was clothed fully in black, no skin visible whatsoever, and a strange mask covered its face. However this was not of Christine's concern, hers; was the fact he was unconscious. She reached inside, taking hold of the person, trying to haul him from the craft. Any normal human girl would have course been unable, as the person was extremely heavy, although Christine was no human, and completed the task with minor difficulty. She wrapped to arms tightly around its waist, keeping the figure close to her as she pulled it from the wreckage, judging its build; she could only assume that the extra-terrestrial was male. Christine's heart began to hammer fiercely as wet liquid began to quickly coat her hands; blood. "Help me", she barked to Artur, "We need to get him back to the manor". They took an arm each, and walked as fast as their feet would allow them back to the car, Christine had not noticed how far away it was, the furthering distance only adding to her anxiety. The man remained unconscious, however Christine knew that he was alive, for she could feel his chest rise and fall heavily next to her. Don't worry; I'll save you I promise. Once they reached the car, newfound hope was installed within her, and she was determined to save the man. "Artur, you'll have to drive, and quickly". Zahra helped Christine get the man into the back of the car, Christine remaining by his side to hold him securely. Ten minutes into the drive and Christine had grown hysterical, "Drive faster you idiot!" she screamed. The blood that now coated her shirt was her main motivator; she knew the man was losing an awful amount. "I can't Christine, we're already over the speed ", he called back. Christine glared; "I'll take care of that, just step on it!" Artur did as commanded of him, and he drove with unmatchable speed, knuckles gone white as he clenched the staring wheel.

"It's going to be alright", she murmured.