"I can't stay here with all of you. We can't risk what's left of the resistance being wiped out. And I don't want that burden."
"But Rey, where will you go?"
"I don't know Finn, but I've spent my whole life finding shelter and scavenging for food, moving from place to place. I promise, I'll be fine."
"Ok. Well if this is what you believe is best for you and the resistance then who am I to stop you." He paused a moment before pulling her into a comforting embrace. He pulled back away but kept his hands rested on her shoulders. "But please, when the First Order stop tracking us or when the Resistance grows, come back to us. We need you."
"Of course I will. But for now this is best." Pulling him back into a hug, she kissed his cheek and turned around to say goodbye to everyone else.
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"I want this girl found." Kylo Ren ordered his troops. "I want her found and brought here alive and I need to be alerted immediately if there is any progress made, no matter how insignificant it may seem. Do you understand?"
"Sir!" his troops responded simultaneously.
"Good now get searching. I believe that last time we knew where she was she was with the rest of 'the resistance', if they can even still call themselves that, in that stupid ship. Are we aware of where they are or where they are headed?" silence filled the room as no one stood forward or spoke up. "Well you better find out soon. I want that girl here and alive as soon as possible." He turned around and with a swish of his cloak he had disappeared down the corridor to his chambers.
He sat on his bed and let out a long sigh. He couldn't seem to get this blasted scavenger out of his head no matter how hard he tried. First she bested him the fight in the woods. Then she manages to find Luke Skywalker. Then she manages to help the entire Resistance escape while he's making a fool of himself in front the whole First Order fighting a ghost. And now she's managed to escape him and go off the map somehow. He would find her. There was no doubt about it. The only question was whether he could trust his troops or whether he would have to do it himself, which was the last thing he wanted.
He stood up and removed his cloak, hanging it up next to the door. He removed his vest and shirt before swinging his arms back and forth to relieve some of the built up tension in his shoulders and back.
He decided to train, as when he did no one disturbed him and he was relaxed. He changed into a more comfortable pair of trousers and began to stretch, relieving more stress and tension from his sore, aching body. Just as he stood up to begin he felt her presence. He looked up and there she was, standing in front of him.
I didn't think I'd see you again. Not after what happened to Snoke.
Neither did I, considering what he told us.
He couldn't see where she was or who she was with, if anyone, but he could see her. And where she was looking. And what she was doing. Therefore, he noticed her bite her lip as her eyes trailed over his muscular body and to the hem of his trousers.
Do you want me to put on a shirt or something?
No…um I mean, I don't mind.
He let out a soft chuckle at how awkward she sounded. He strode over to the other side of the room and pulled on a comfy top before returning to where she stood.
Where are you, scavenger?
Why do you ask? She replied, regaining her confidence.
Curiosity. He responded simply.
I don't believe that for a second. You're looking for me aren't you? Or the Resistance? You want to know where we are and destroy us.
I'd hardly say destroy. I mean it wouldn't take much anyway would it? There's what, a dozen of you left? Besides, I'm not fussed about finding them.
It's me you want isn't it? You want me. Well I'm not with the rest of them.
Come to me, Rey. And we can sort this out.
I'll pass thanks.
With that she was gone and he was left in his chambers alone again.
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Rey was in one of the two escape pods that were on the Millennium Falcon, as they were the only other space ships they had, and was drifting through space. She didn't know where she was going or how long she'd be but it felt nice to be on her own again. Except, she wasn't on her own. There was one tall, dark and handsome man she couldn't stop thinking about, no matter how hard she tried. Even when she slept, she had dreams of him, although he wasn't quite himself, just like anything else in a dream. She had dreams of them fighting, dreams of them just talking and dreams that she most certainly shouldn't've been having about him but they came all the same.
During their last force bond talk, the first since the death of Snoke, he had been wearing clothes that were nothing like his usual attire. The only item of clothing that she could see that he was wearing was a pair of comfy trousers that hung low on hips. His whole upper body was exposed and she certainly wasn't complaining. He was an extremely tall man with a gorgeously asymmetric face and his body was not a let-down. He had big, broad shoulders which complimented his muscular chest perfectly which smoothly led to his beautifully toned stomach before dipping below his trousers leaving the rest to her imagination.
She knew she shouldn't think about him like this; she wished she didn't. But she couldn't help it. She couldn't help the way she felt about him, despite her many efforts not to. She still wasn't willing to give into them yet however and now that she knew he was looking for her she needed to stay away from him because she was unsure if she'd be able to contain herself if she was in his presence.