Rey got off the last shuttle from Typhon to the Typhon orbital station. She looked back on the shuttle and sighed. In her mind she had an objective but her passion to complete that objective was being drained by the guilt of leaving behind her father.
A tear slide down her cheek as she put her hood up from her cloak. The less likely the guards were to have noticed her, the less likely Luke was to find out his daughter was leaving the planet, a journey Rey had been forbidden from taken.
"It's okay." she whispered to himself. "there's other students, there's more Jedi. It's okay. He doesn't really need me. He doesn't really need me."
She made her way to her ship's hangar that she inherited from her mother. It was a black ship, state of the art even for an old model and bigger then The Falcon. It had a working holoterminal and automatic pilot controls. It was the ship she left Yavin 4 on. The ship where she called her father from and explained what happened, her head bleeding and her eyes making salty rivers as she explained what happened. There was a five year old, desperately piloting a ship that she shouldn't have had to and missing her mum and dad. The only comfort she took was that it wasn't her first memories on the ship, nor her last.
Luke Skywalker had no body of his wife to bury, or burn in honour. He had nothing to tell his sister of why her son was missing and his daughter Rey was burdened with mental and emotional trauma.
He clung to Rey after that. He barely let her out of his sight. He trained her, no one else was allowed that task. He kept a close eye on her and forbade her from going anywhere without permission. However one thing he did was allow his daughter to come aboard her mother's ship from time to time, with nothing but the trust that she'd come back and she'd come back because he knew she was going and he always made her promise to come back before a certain time. Guilt riddled Rey too much to make a break on the ship.
However now she had to go. There was still no answers. She had to discover what happened to her mother's body and what happened to her cousin Ben. Her family needed answers. They needed closure.
The elevator that led to the hangar was next to the one that led to the hangar where the Millennium Falcon was. Rey could see that it had been recently used. Strange. Her uncle was back on Typhon to the best of her knowledge. Chewey was resting after a shoulder injury. She took the Falcon's lift and ended up in the hangar.
"How do we get the shields down?" a voice cried.
"You don't!" Rey shouted. Someone in leather trousers and a simple shirt began to walk up to Rey. "That isn't your ship to take!"
"This isn't any of your business kid. So why don't you go off and leave us grown ups to our work?"
"You are violating this orbital station's conduct policy." Rey informed him. "I'm giving you a chance to leave now and I won't say anything to the guards, if not I'll make you leave."
Rey could easily force persuade the man in front of her and his friends to leave but the protective instincts kicked in and she angry someone was trying to steal something from her family. They'd all had enough problems. They were going to get the force alright. Hers. She grabbed the weapon on her back.
"What are you doing kid?" he asked suddenly.
"I said leave. Oh and I'm also a jedi...Did I mention that?"
"Leave? Okay then." he remarked. "But you tell Solo he owes me!"
Rey swallowed and watched the guy and his friends leave: two Trandoshans. Rey frowned her eyes. Trandoshans often became mercenaries for hire. They had been doing so far many many years.
She walked up to the controls and set the shields up so no one could get out with there being an alarm going off. She was about to call the orbital station guards when she heard a voice.
"Surely you'd have known I'd come back with more back up?" a voice asked and she looked up to see more trandoshans, three twi'leks, and three more humans. All of them wielding weapons. "What sort of a jedi are you?"
Rey smirked and laughed and they went flying through the air with the force. Their weapons were scattered to one side of the hangar away from them and she grabbed her weapon before walking towards them.
Several minutes later, they were regretting ever deciding to make it their goal to steal the Millenium Falcon or to mess with the girl. "I could kill you all but I'm going to let you live with the embarrassment. By the way..."
She punched the head of the group in the stomach with her stick. "No second chances. I'm that sort of a jedi!" she remarked. Several guards came running into the hangar. As did Luke.
"I could sense you were in conflict." Luke said to his daughter as he approached her. "Are you hurt?"
"I'm fine." Rey uttered. "I'm fine."
He pulled away from her so he was holding her and she sighed. Her heart broke and she felt nothing but guilt at the fact she was going to leave him. She could sense how worried he was for her. How broken he was and she wanted to leave. He did need her. More than he could even express in words.
"I...came to gather my thoughts and then I noticed people were down here and I came to investigate..."
"Shh it's okay. We'll let the guards deal with this. Let's go back to Typhon."
The next morning Rey found her uncle on the Falcon, making repairs. "Should you be allowed off world?" asked Han.
"How much are you in debt?" Rey asked him. "I will jedi mind trick you if you don't tell me."
Han threw down a rag he used to clean his hands and turned to his niece and sighed. "I'm going to deal with it."
"Are you going to deal with it? You had mercenaries after your ship. They could have been after you." Rey replied, scoldingly.
"It's only a few thousand credits." Han remarked. "Nothing for you to worry your jedi training about." Han replied and pointed at her. Rey shook her head.
"A few thousand can turns into a four figure, which can turn into a six figure sum. Who do you owe money to?"
"What are you going to do about it?" Han asked, losing his patience. "Get on your spaceship and go after them? I'll wait until you have permission from your father before you do anything? And next time you call yourself a jedi, do it after you've got one of your fancy lightsabers."
"She's been through enough. Do you want to put her through more? You are gambling and smuggling again and she has buried herself with work. Don't ruin the only time you get with one another by having people come after you. You're all she has left. Stop being a jerk!" Rey replied, her concern turning to her aunt. "The next time a bunch of mercenaries try and steal your ship, I'll let them have it!"
"Don't you dare talk to me like that kid!" Han got defensive. A wail interrupted Han from talking to Rey anymore. Chewey.
"Alright Chewey. Alright!" Han replied and turned to Rey. "I'm sorry."
"So you say." Rey replied and got off of the ship and made her way to the elevator from the hangar.
Rey watched as people she'd grown up with as children practiced melee style combat with another outside the new jedi training academy. Her mother used to teach everyone old enough melee combat.
She closed her eyes. "Mother do you hear me?" she tried to call to her.
Nothing.
"I gave up on that a long time ago." a voice said behind her, she felt a hand on her shoulder. Her father. "Would you not like to join your fellows or are you not feeling overly sadistic today?"
Rey frowned and looked away from her father. "I'm not feeling up to much. Is Aunt Leia really going back to D;Qar?"
"Not everyone can stay, Rey." Luke replied calmly.
"Poe is going. Who will I talk to? Chewey is going. Uncle Han is leaving to do goodness knows what. Amethyst went to work in a cantina in Nar Shaddaa. Me? I'm here. Doing what? Wondering what I can and can't do? Realising the list of things I can't do is bigger than the list of things I can? I should be joining the resistance. I'm a great pilot. I'm not a jedi."
"Rey." uttered Luke. "I'm sure you'd be a great pilot. You might even rival Poe Dameron. You might even be as good as me. But...but you can't go. I need you here."
"Come with me. Forget this whole jedi crap. Let someone else do the teaching. Let someone else be wise. There are more than four adults here who can take on the job. Mum found others like her. Come with me. Just for a little while. We'll go do something other than this." Rey pleaded. "Please..."
"I can't. I have to stay, Rey." Luke replied softly, his eyes apologetic.
"I don't know how much longer that I can." Rey replied admittedly. "I'm not going to be a jedi and I don't think I want to be."
She went to walk away and Luke grabbed her arm. "I can't lose you Rey."
The looks in his eyes made her start crying. "I'm sorry...I just...feel so overwhelmed. I'm going to get some lunch. Say goodbye to Poe."
Storm troopers flooded into the small Nar Shaddaa cantina. Amethyst looked up as they came in and swallowed, she continued to clean the counters. "You go by the name of Amethyst Dove." one of them said.
"What other name would I go by?" Amethyst asked. "Unless you're here to buy a drink, you should leave. All of you. No loitering please."
"You will be joining us to our ship. Our assignment to take you prisoner has been given by the First Order." another trooper said, informatively.
"She will not be accompanying you." a man wearing a mask said, his voice given a sinister tone by his piece of equipment. He wore black and drew a red lightsaber, broadsword in shape.
"Our orders come General Hux sir." replied a storm-trooper. "Hasn't he informed you?"
"I do not work for Hux." the masked man said simply and cut down a storm trooper. "You will leave this place. You will not harm this woman."
They attempted to shoot him and he froze their blaster fire before it got to him. It taunted the troopers for a moment before he released the fire from their temporal space prisons and send it their way.
Amethyst blinked and looked at her rescuer. He turned to her, his masked face was gazing in her direction, at her before turning around and leaving the cantina. When her shift finished, the first place she went to was the spaceport, where she was getting the first available transport to Typhon. Rey was looking for information on the First Order, everyone was really, but every fibre of Rey's being was made of a need for justice. For what happened to her mother and her cousin. It was time to stop waiting around, it was time Rey actually did something and did some digging.