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Rey took a deep breath. The ship shook uncontrollably all around her as it went into hyper speed. Chewbacca growled and roared until she finally opened her eyes once more. This was HER mission. Her first mission as an official Jedi Knight.

She had completed her training with Luke after only a couple of years and now she was determined to find out everything about her past.

But not now. First, Luke had told her, she must return to Resistance headquarters and see what she could do there. So she had. And this was her mission.
It frustrated her to think that such a simple task had been given to a Jedi Knight. That was why she was so determined to do it right, perfectly actually.

"Waaahrrraaarr..." Growled Chewy.
"You're absolutely right. There is nothing to be afraid of. We're just going to Tatooine to find some woman... I don't even know why we were put on this mission in the first place..."
"Warrhrraaa..."
"Alright. Have it your way. But I'm blaming you if she doesn't even have the ship and I'm forced to live my days out on Tatooine."

Rey sighed again. So she would be going alone as well. It was alright though. She was curious. Luke had grown up on that desert planet. Maybe it would be nice after all. He had described it as a beautiful place at sunset. Maybe she would like it.

The Falcon landed gently and Chewy gave her a last roar and hug before leaving her there, completely alone.
"Just like old times..." She thought.
Rey closed her eyes.
She hadn't liked the old times. They had been terribly lonely. Only now did she fully understand what it meant to have friends and loved ones near, and the feeling of being alone once more terrified her. But it was necessary. Luke had told her so.
It was another test of her character.
But Skywalker had faith in her. She could do it.

"Well.. Let's be off then..."
She strapped her new lightsaber to her leg. Rey had built it herself. It was perfect for her. Weak and ornate on the outside, strong on the inside. It's colour had been her choice and she chose orange. It reminded her of the colour of the sand dunes on Jakku at sunset. It seemed like a stupid thing, but it made perfect sense to her.

She still carried Luke's old lightsaber, in case she should meet another force sensitive during her journeys. Rey had complained, but Luke wouldn't hear no firm answer. He had his own lightsaber now, the one he had built, and he was quite attached to it, just like she was attached to hers.

Rey walked far and long. The air wasn't as dry as it was on Jakku, but the suns still stung her like a wasp under her light Jedi armour.
She no longer wore those rags that once had been her only clothing and comfort. Now she had on short brown leather trousers, tall dark brown leather boots, a grey tank top under a grey vest and long arm warmers. Those were grey too. Then she wore a belt. A thick leather belt with all sorts of hooks and weapons on it. So, all in all, her clothing wasn't a great change, but at least now she didn't bind her hair in those horrible buns like she used to, but braided it behind her back and let a few strands fall softly in the front.

"This woman better be worth it.."
She growled as she overcame another sand dune with all of her strength. Thankfully she had brought plenty of water, and Chewy hadn't left her too far from the main city, but had still had to leave her miles away so no one would notice the Falcon.

The first order and Kylo Ren were still out there and they couldn't risk losing anything or anyone else.

Finally, after a couple of hours she managed to be in sight of the Tatooine city. Rey sighed in relief and continued on her way.

Since she had discovered the force, she still hadn't found out anything about her family. Every time she had asked Luke, he had always changed the subject and tried to draw her thoughts away from it. But the question still lingered upon her heavily. Rey knew she would never be happy until she knew what had happened to them and why they had left her on Jakku all alone and without ever meaning to return.

Nothing tormented her more than the desire to be loved like a daughter and child. Luckily, she had found great comfort in Luke's company. He always treated her with the uttermost kindness, just as Leia had said he would, and this sometimes lead her to think that maybe...just maybe... Luke might be her father.
But it was a rash, more wishful thinking, than a fact or even a possibility. Still, she hoped...almost made herself expect than one day, Luke would tell her that it was him.

They had been difficult, the last couple years... Luke was nice, generous and compassionate, but he was a broken man, turned grave and darkened by all of the tragedy he had witnessed. His heart had been too pure, too genuine to bare any of the evil around him.
Still, he was good. Too good maybe, but wise.
He had trained her day and night, always putting her senses and her character to the test.
He wanted to be sure, he said, that there was no sign of the dark side inside of her. Rey hadn't taken this personally; she knew what side she was on, always had, but Kylo's betrayal had made him cautious, so it had nothing to do with her.

Luke had told her everything about Kylo or Ben.
About how quiet he had been as a child, full of imagination and ideas. How he used to love to study, everything about anything. How smart he had been... How, deep...
And Rey had listened. She needed to know her enemy better than he knew himself, which, all things considered, must be easy, since he was so torn.
He had always been lost and when Snoke came along he was easily able to convince Ben that he had been betrayed. That he was being held back by the very people that loved and cared for him, restrained from using his true potential.
What had lead him to hate Han Solo and himself so much, was beyond Luke's knowledge. But that was probably Snoke's fault as well.

She took in all she could, but Luke didn't seem to know much about him himself.
Luke had lived many years away from his family, in search of Force Sensitive children to train.
He hadn't been very present in his Nephew's life.
From this, Rey understood how much Luke felt responsible for Ben Solo's betrayal. Because every time he spoke of it, he lost himself in grief and would disappear for a few hours.

He had taught her patience and meditation over the years, something she discovered to be very good at. Apparently all of the waiting on Jakku had paid off. The Force was very strong in her, but not excessively, a bit over average for a Jedi, Luke said. She was strong, very strong, even stronger than Kylo Ren, but it was nothing to amaze.

This didn't bother her much. She was a Jedi. That was enough.

She could still see herself running up and down the hills of the island, Luke on her back, watching the sunrise as the rhythm of her breathing strained. But it had all been worth it. Every single bit of it. She was happy. The most she had ever been in her entire life.

"Ah, here we are at last."
She shrugged the thought off of her and entered the city.