Hello! Welcome welcome. this is my first star wars fanfiction and the first fanfiction I've written in a good 4 or 5 years! fighting scenes are not my forte to write so I am not sure why I decided to pick that to start off but maybe ill get better with time ahah who knows. I have a slight idea of where I want this story to go but not really so if you have any ideas or suggestions i would love to hear them! Also an important note is I really like plot twists so don't believe everything you read :) and with that, enjoy!
The wind on Jakku is beginning to whip the sand into funnels, along with the palpable darkness throughout the air chilling Kira to her bones. She stands guard next to her darling Rey's bed whispering soothing words to the six-year-old laced with fear. Although Rey's child mind couldn't comprehend why anxiety and loneliness were licking at her soul as if it always belonged there, she could tell that things weren't right after the multiple loud bangs and the house shaking from activity downstairs.
The man downstairs, Carth; Kira's husband, is trying his best to delay the inevitable with his blaster; too outnumbered to truly attack; while the three intruding men dressed in black with red lightsabers practice Soresu; Form III, easily gaining the advantage, deflecting each shot. One of the men distracts Carth with a blow that would've sliced his torso open. He leaps out of perimeter but in doing so is force stunned in place by another.
"Where is the girl." The tallest one of them hisses looming over him. His voice is unsettling and formal all in the same.
"You will only get to her over my dead body." Carth spits out towards the three men billowing immense waves of the dark side of the force around them.
"That can be arranged." The tall one states while sprawling his fingers out lazily calling the force around him when suddenly juts of lighting strike out like snakes against Carth. His body seizes uncontrollably as the electricity radiates throughout him. The tall man abruptly stops his onslaught and wickedly smiles at the body crumpled on the floor. An inaudible whisper emerges from Carths lips but goes unheard by everyone but Rey, even though she's on a completely different floor. She hears a pained whisper of her name through the breeze.
Dad, please don't leave me.
The trio makes their way up the stairs, feeling for force signatures down a long hallway with many closed doors. Kira's palms are sweating in nerves of anticipation. Suddenly she feels the deep pang of loss and gasps to herself as the light fades from her husband's body but she keeps her grip firm on her lightsaber hilt. The slight moment of despair distracts her from concealing her force signature and the door is completely ripped from its hinges and thrown to the side. The men all pile into Rey's room. She takes her stance and ignites her lightsaber.
"We have done nothing wrong. why are you here? Want breakfast?" Kira bites out in irritation. The men lamely glace over to the child huddled into a ball on her bed.
He scoffs at her joke before speaking "She will begin to exhibit incredible power in a few years. Power to bring the galaxy back to former glory. We want to take her under our wing." The tall one addresses Kira as if it's a casual negotiation without 4 lightsabers at the ready.
"Over my dead body. I made a promise to keep her safe." Kira snarls, mirroring her now deceased husband, jumping into combat with her green saber staff in Juyo; form VII. After a struggle to regain the power, Kira cuts down two of the three men. Leaving the tallest one left standing. He sighs tiredly with a hint of amusement in his tone.
"Now where am I going to find two replacements that didn't bicker the entire mission?" The ghostly man chuckles to himself as if he's cracked a joke to Rey and Kira.
"I don't blame them. I wouldn't want to talk to you either." Kira recoils disgusted by his ease of his comrades passing.
"I will honor your last wish as I did your husbands, I will take young Rey over your dead body." He smirks while twitching his neck ever so slightly, the force surrounding him. Kira knows there's no escape. They knew the repercussions. She scans for Reys face and mouths 'I love you'. Right then Kira's neck is snapped right before Rey's very sight. She shrieks in horror thinking her mind must be playing tricks on her, but the empty feeling of the loss and abandonment weighs deeply inside her stomach to remind her it's real. The ghostly man looks bewildered by her realizing the furniture floating around the room.
"It's not supposed to happen for years. The prophecy showed me." He whispers under his breathe slightly frightened before he's ripped and thrown through the 3rd story window. He uses the force to land gracefully on the ground. He charges back at the house, about to propel himself up to Rey's room but it's too late to knock her out. In her six-year-old uncontrollable rage, she's caught the entire building on fire. It'd be certain death to try to run back in to take her.
"There will be others. I will be patient." He whispers to himself before boarding his shuttle and heading back into uncharted space assuming Rey will perish in the fire she started.
Rey is panicking. Where did all this fire come from? Where is the bad man that hurt my parents? How did he go out the window? All these questions are flying around her head without any chance for answers. Her former caretaker lays still on the floor at the end of her bed. Her eyes glazed over, a slight smile still on her lips from Rey being the last thing she saw before death. I need to get out of here. Although the fire was started only mere minutes ago; since it was started with the force, it's already devouring the entire house. Think Rey, Think! The window. I'm definitely going to break something, better than being burned alive. She grabs her saber staff, the only sentimental object that hasn't already been ruined by flames. She closes her eyes and lets her feet leave the window pane. It all happens so fast. It's a freeing feeling of flying before slamming into the ground. Pain emanates throughout her left arm and rib cage; sparkles clouding her vision. Definitely broken. She whimpers while cradling her arm into herself. Although she's in unbearable pain, she needs to flee from here and fast. The speeder that her parents used to take to Niima outpost is hidden in the shed. Rey wobbles over and pulls the cloth off revealing the old orange metallic bike. Bittersweet memories of her father finding parts for her to build this speeder from scratch elopes her. No. Focus. You cannot get sidetracked by mourning right now. Save it for later. She wipes away the tears pouring from her hazel green eyes and forces the staff into the netting on the back of the speeder. She mounts and moves slowly out of the shed. Her house is completely ablaze now, the roof crumbling in. She gives a moment of silence to the people who fought to the death for her. I don't deserve to be living while they're dead. In utter despair, Rey breaks her stare from the house. Where do I go now? What will become of me? She turns the speeder and heads straight for town never looking back.