Okay I just want to say these few things okay HAHA

I DO NOT REALLY KNOW EVERY SINGLE TINY DETAIL ABOUT STAR WARS. And okay the idea in my head actually involved star wars force unleashed(Which is hated I know but I wanted to use Galen) but star wars rebels came out which I'm not too clear about since I didn't watch it so yeaa pardon me if it doesn't follow the star wars rebel wars plotline.

Enjoy!

~Kuntakintae

Rey honestly didn't know what to think when she laid her eyes upon the robed figure that was said to be the Luke Skywalker.

On the outside, he looked like a decrepit old man, his body hunched slightly and countless wrinkles lining his aged face. As she stared into his eyes, all she could see was a man bound by guilt, shame and regrets. Really, with all her observations, he looked like a broken old man, weak and feeble. One would not expect their hero figure to be like that.

Yet, she was sure that while he was definitely old, and definitely a broken man, he was not weak. Or feeble. Not in the slightest.

When she had battled Kylo Ren, she had been awed and filled with dread as she saw how much dark force energy he was emitting. She had felt the dark energy swirling around her wildly, engulfing the entire area and causing her to feel weak, heavy and filled with panic and fear.

Ever since she had learned about the force and became somewhat attuned with it, she had been keenly observing and speculating around, trying to gauge how much attuned to the force each person she passed by was.

Kylo Ren was at least a thousand times more attuned and more powerful in the force-albeit the dark side, but the force nevertheless- than any person she had ever come across- save maybe Padme.

Yet, compared to the man before her, Kylo Ren's power felt like an ant. Once she entered his presence, it was as though she was submerged completely, dragged down deep into the force. The force he emitted around him was as vast, as huge, as mysterious and as powerful as a sea.

If Kylo Ren was strong, Luke Skywalker was- in simple terms- terrifying.

"Who are you, and what do you want?" The old man's weary, guilt-ridden voice travelled across the air. His words boomed loudly in her ears even though the strong gusts of winds around them should have muffled his voice.

"I am Rey, and I am here in search of the Jedi Master, Luke Skywalker, to train under him," Rey answered as calmly as she could, her outstretched hand remaining where it was, still pointing the lightsabre Maz had given her to him.

The old man stared at her with unreadable eyes, his face betraying no emotion as observed and scrutinised her, causing her to shift uncomfortably. It was as though he wasn't only seeing her appearance, but something much deeper in her as well- as though he was staring straight into her soul and studying it. It disturbed her to no end when she realised that that was probably what he was doing.

However, she had never been one to back down, and this time wasn't any different. One thing she knew was that this mission of hers was of the utmost importance not only for herself or to The Resistance, but to the entire galaxy as well.

She was completely sure that Kylo Ren had survived the explosion of the planet. She didn't know how she knew- she just did.

She also knew that with he wouldn't spend the next few months lying around and doing nothing. It was pretty much a given fact that he would totally immerse himself in training to be a powerful Sith- under whatever powerful master he had.

If she were to survive in their next encounter, she needed to be trained.

She nearly jumped when the old man suddenly straightened up and stared at her more intensely. It was as though the old, broken man she had seen just a few seconds ago had never existed. The old man standing in front of her now was alert and focused. No longer were his eyes dull and no longer was his body hunched. Instead, she realised that he was significantly taller than her when he was standing at his full height. His eyes, too, was suddenly filled with life as he stared at her more intensely than before.

"You…what is your name again?" His voice, though still heavy and guilt-ridden, was much clearer, louder and firmer than before as he questioned her.

"Rey," She answered simply. Although she was thoroughly confused by his sudden change of behaviour, she knew it wasn't the right time to question him. Questions could be asked later when he had accepted her as his apprentice. She did not want to risk irritating him and making the chances of him disagreeing to her request even higher.

The old man kept quiet for an agonizingly long time, not saying a word as his eyes bore down on her. Rey merely shifted from foot to foot, her eyes wandering everywhere but the old man's face.

The situation was so alien to her that she didn't know what to do. When she had lived as a scavenger for most of her life until recently, she had never captured someone's attention for such a long time. She was an orphan left behind by a family she had never known, a scavenger who survived on the scrap metal abandoned like trash by others, a loner with no value and future.

A nobody.

Yet here was somebody who had been staring at her for minutes without saying anything. While she had gotten her fair share of attention from Finn, Chewie and Han Solo, she hadn't been in this kind of situation before- with someone's literally full attention on her. She could feel that all his thoughts were directed at her.

It was actually pretty amazing how he could do that. Normal humans would have at least a few distracting thoughts in their heads no matter how much they focused on something. Yet here was this old man, undivided attention bearing down on her.

She ultimately placed the reason for this anomaly on him being a Jedi.

"Tell me," The old man finally began to speak. "Where were you living for your entire life?"

"Jakku."

"That waste planet?" A slight hint of amusement and surprise seeped into his voice.

"I was left there by my family when I was young. I don't remember anything much about my younger years," Rey replied with a shrug as she explained.

The old man kept quiet for a few more seconds as he internalised the new information before speaking.

"Tell me one more thing," As he began to speak, Rey felt a little shocked when she detected a hint of great grief- greater than the usual, that is.

"Is Han Solo dead?" Rey felt as though a thousand knifes pierced right through her heart when she heard his question.

Han Solo had been the only father figure in her life. Although they had only known each other for no more than two weeks, she had started to see him as though her was her own father- a father she never had.

Then he had died, by the hands of a son who didn't know how blessed he was to have a family wanting him back.

"…Yes," She said, her voice cracking as she quietly replied. She almost choked as she sensed a huge sudden wave of grief from Luke through the force.

It dawned on her that if anyone were to feel devastated by Han Solo's death other than Leia, it would be Luke. After all, Luke and Han had fought side by side in the war all those years ago and were probably like brothers to each other- maybe even closer than blood brothers could ever be.

She started to study the expression of the old man, trying to spot any emotion, but to no avail. His mask was perfect, and the only way she knew he was grieving was due to the force.

She decided to keep quiet, allowing the old man time to grieve. Judging by the sadness and pain she herself had experienced when she saw Han get stabbed by the blasted lightsabre and fall to his demise, she could only imagine how much pain Luke was experiencing,

After a few minutes of silence between them safe for the howling winds, Luke finally gave a long, deep sigh. He then raised his hand and focused on the lightsabre in Rey's hand. The lightsabre flew from her grasp straight into his hand.

Rey observed Luke carefully as he held the lightsabre, his eyes moving up and down it, taking in every detail.

Finally, he looked up and straight into her eyes, gazing at her as though he was looking straight into her soul. Rey desperately wanted to look away, but there seemed to be some invisible force that kept her from doing so.

As she stared back, she noticed a spark in those dull blue eyes.

"Indeed, I am Luke Skywalker, and pertaining to your request- I accept."