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- Rey -

It's only been a few days that Rey had spent on D'Qar. And already were she bound to leave the Resistance base in order to go looking for that remote location BB-8 and R2D2 had revealed when the two maps were joined. A rush of excitement travelled through her body when she thought oft hat magic moment when the location of Luke Skywalker had been revealed. That she had been chosen to go looking for him still felt unreal to the young woman who defined herself as "no one". Maybe, after everything, she actually was someone.

She swung her legs over the edge of her cot and switched on the lights in the small room she had been assigned to. Even though she was supposed to leave that day already, General Organa had assigned her to one of the pilot's quarters. She even had a room to herself. Most soldiers and even the pilots who often were granted some privileges had to share a room with one or two other people. But General Organa had argued that if she were to become a Jedi, she would have to continue her training even after she might return to the base. As Rey was not used to being treated as an equal or even more, she was worried to anger the senior officers for this treatment, but soon found out that most people meet her with nothing but honest curiosity.

One of the last things she wanted to do before leaving the planet was checking on her friend Finn, who was still in a coma. She wanted to say goodbye to her friend, not knowing how long she would be gone or if he would still be on D'Qar when she might return.

So she quickly got dressed, rearranged her ponytails and threw some water on her face in the refresher. She enjoyed taking a long hot shower but considered it an inexcusable waste of water to take them daily. After all she was just getting up and did not exercise or do any other strenuous workout. To cut it short, her morning routine had not changed with the small luxury she enjoyed on the base.

Leaving her quarters she started to jog down the long and winding halls of the base. She had memorized the way to the med bay, as she had been there each day since her return from the Starkiller base. It was only for a few minutes, that she was able to check on her friend, but she felt like she owed it to him. It was just a short way, at least compared to the long and tiring journeys she was used to from her isolated home on Jakku.

Entering the med bay she was greeted by a doctor who was looking up from her report. "Good morning, doc." Her greeting was met with a warm and welcoming smile. "No changes, Rey. But also no turn for the worse." the doctor reassured her. "Have you come to say goodbye?" the older woman asked. "As a matter of fact, yes. The Falcon is being prepped as we speak and I'll be gone by noon." The doctor let her move on to the room where Finn lay motionless and sleeplike. He looked peacefully and calm, no visible sign of his injury giving a hint of his critical condition. Rey found it puzzling and irritating that the severity of his injury could actually not be seen. Silently she sat next to his bed watching the hardly visible movements of his chest when he breathed. The monitor on the other side of his bed beeped at a slow and steady rhythm indicating a slow but strong heartbeat. After a while she stood up and planted a gentle kiss on his forehead. "We'll see each other again, my friend" She bid him farewell. Getting a little emotional, a tight knot in her stomach forming she retreated herself from Finns room, trying to get away before she could break out in tears. Without looking around she stormed out of the med bay involuntarily bumping into another visitor. "I'm sorry." She said, looking up and meeting Poe Dameron's gaze. They seemed to only meet in awkwards situations, this one not being any less embarrassing than their enthusiastic and spontaneous hug at the cheerful celebration of the revelation of Luke Skywalker's whereabouts.

"It's okay. Have you been visiting Finn?" the pilot asked her friendly. "Actually, yes. No changes, I'm afraid." She answered. She knew that the pilot was also regularly checking up on him. She suddenly only wanted to get away, but Poe seemed to want to say more. Or so she thought.

"Listen, if you want me to, I can keep you posted on his status." He offered. After all he was no stranger to comradery and thought he understood her hesitance. "That would be nice, thank you." Rey answered with a small smile. Without another word she walked away.

The flight was long – very long and very lonely. Even though Chewbacca was with her, he wasn't too good at holding up a conversation. So instead of having a chat with a wookie – who was still mourning the loss of his best friend and letting out the occasional howl of frustration and anguish, Rey spent a lot of time wrapped up in her thoughts while sitting in the pilot's seat, hugging her knees tightly to her chest. She looked at the blurry lines the stars made when travelling in hyperspace. Only a few days ago she had been a scavenger fighting for lousy rations by collecting unusable junk and the occasional spare part from decades-old imperial wrecks. Now, she was supposed to keep up the legacy of the mighty and legendary Jedi. She had made and almost lost a friend within the blink of an eye. She had witnessed the death of a legend and had experienced the power and the cruelty of the Force. And now she was – alone again. Sighing, she rose from her seat and stretched her sore limbs.

She wasn't used to just sitting around and waiting for something to happen. She wandered the slightly claustrophobic corridors of the Falcon. From time to time she simply touched the old metal and wondered about the stories they would tell about its previous owner if it could actually speak. She closed her eyes trying to picture the small moments she had shared with Han Solo. He would have been a great teacher and great commander if she really would have gotten a job on this ship. Now, his widow simply had left the Falcon to her. At least Chewbacca was with her. Shouldn't she be his co-pilot? But, she remembered that the towering Wookie simply didn't fit into the pilot's seat.

She was interrupted in her trail of thoughts at the beeping of the comm. Chewbacca announced their approach to their destination. Rey jogged through the corridors and quickly made it back to the cockpit. She was greeted by green, a lot of green and a huge ocean. "Wow, this looks incredible." She exclaimed.

Landing the Falcon on the little island the map had marked, as their destination was no easy task but Rey and Chewbacca managed to do it. When the young woman descended from the ramp and slowly walked away from the ship she felt her heart beating stronger and louder in anticipation. What would she find up on that mountain? Who would she meet? Would she really meet Luke Skywalker? Luckily General Organa had shown her a picture of her brother. Even though that picture must have been a few decades old, she had a vague idea of how the mighty Jedi might look like. How should she address him, if he was in fact there?

Rey was not used to casual conversation, or thoughtful ones for that matter. Her breath caught up a little when she climbed the steep stone stairs that seemed to appear out of nowhere on the mountain. Who had built stairs on a mountain in the middle of nowhere, she thought. She had a lot of time for thinking as the way wans long, very long.

The sun was at its highest point, when she reached the peak. A fresh breeze caught her hair as she paused for a moment to gather her courage and move towards a hooded figure that was looking in the other direction.

Oh my god, is it really him? She thought. At a loss of words and not knowing what to do next she fished the lightsaber out of the satchel she had slung over her shoulder. The hand holding the lightsaber outstretched in front of her she awkwardly and slowly approached the hooded figure. The person turned around, removing its hood revealing a bearded face. Rey instantly recognized him as an older version of the person in General Organa's photographs. She motioned the lightsaber in his direction as to return his belonging to him.

Silently and with a pained expression on his face Luke Skywalker acknowledged her presence. "I knew you would come here." He simply stated. "The lightsaber is yours, I guess you already knew. I called you, right?"

"How do you know?" she wondered breathlessly.

"The Force is strong with you."