A/N: This is the first chapter that I'm just putting up to gauge people's reactions. This will be continued after Vision, alongside The DVD. Happy New Year! Quotes from Revenge of the Sith and Return of The Jedi, which I obviously don't own.
Rey's eyes flicked from the unfamiliar co-ordinates to the blur of stars that was hyperspace once again for the fifth time. There was a knot of foreboding in her stomach, a bad feeling that made her want to throw up.
"Would you mind taking the controls for a bit?" She asked.
'Sure.' Chewie roared and nodded.
As she exited the cockpit, into the main hall, she pressed herself against the metal wall and breathed. Deep breathes. In and out. In and out. Her heart was pounding in her chest and her stomach squirmed. She was flying, soaring. She felt at one with the stars and wind… Aside the bad feeling in her stomach. It pinned her down like lead, stopped her from flying and she hated it.
Would Luke not accept her? Is that what this feeling was? A warning? Or was it a sign that things were about to get much worse?
Then Chewie's roaring became apparent as did R2's wild, frantic beeping – she'd just been too lost in her thoughts to hear them. Oh Force, what was happening? Was it the First Order?
She ran into the cockpit. The lights and dials were spinning and flashing.
"What's going on?" She demanded.
Chewie let out a series of distressed roars.
"The hyperdrive's faulty?!" She shrieked. Had Han Solo known how bad that was? What the effects were?
The blur of stars were blindingly bright now, it was hurting her eyes. The Force was screaming in her ears. It hurt so bad that she thought she would throw up. There were black stars dancing her vision. She violently retched and passed out as a sun appeared in her vision.
The heat was far stronger than Jakku. It was pulsing and oppressive as it flowed up from the molten lava rivers.
"You were the Chosen One!" A man yelled.
"I HATE YOU!" Another man screamed gutturally.
The dark rock and heat became a blur, spinning. Round and round. The darkness settled into a cold white hallway. In front of her, a mammoth of black stood, talking to someone who she couldn't see. Mechanical breathing that made it hard to think. He made her breath freeze her throat, fear piercing her brain – so hard to think through it. His guilt, sadness and pure cold rage was battering her brain. Made her want to scream, it hurt so bad. She'd never felt so much darkness.
Then behind him, a blinding pillar of light that burnt away the darkness and anger. It felt so soothing… Like a balm against the pain.
"That name no longer has any meaning." The terrifying figure spoke in a deep voice that struck fear in her very soul… Was this Darth Vader? The legend who Kylo Ren was so determined to be like?
Kylo Ren's power and presence was nothing compared to Vader's. It was like comparing a pebble to a boulder or a boulder to a mountain. Was that a lightsabre in his hand?
"It is the name of your true self." The other person said in determination and patience but also in what sounded like resignation. "You've only forgotten. I know there is good in you. The Emperor hasn't driven it from you fully."
Dull groaning met her ears… Then Rey realised. It was her. What was that? Had that been another vision? She opened her eyes a crack and they burnt from the bright sunlight. A familiar feeling beneath her fingers – a hot, grainy substance. Sand and the overbearing pulses of heat… Was she back on Jakku? Fuck... Please, please don't let her be back on Jakku. The one time she hoped not to go back there since this entire thing had begun.
She cursed to herself.
"Hello?" A young voice said. It was a boy's voice… And it sounded somewhat familiar.
Rey pushed herself to her feet, groaning.
"Hello." She replied, inwardly cringing as she heard her voice. It sounded harsh and unpleasant to her own ears.
"Are you okay?" The boy continued.
"I-I think so."
She turned around to face the boy. He beamed at her, his face threatening to split the grin was so big. He looked so hopeful. He was cute, she supposed. Probably about her age with a shag of wavy blonde hair, bright blue eyes the colour of the sky, an adorable cleft in his chin and tanned from the desert. His white clothes were stained by sand.
"Hi." He said.
"Hi." She echoed shyly.
He offered her a hand and she gratefully took it. His hands were rough; workers hands. She brushed herself and saw just how short he was.
"I'm sorry, I don't know your name. Thanks for that." She smiled at him, holding out a hand. "I'm Rey."
He took her hand, obviously excited. "Hi. I'm Luke Skywalker. Nice to meet you."