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First Order Base:

He watched heedfully as the stoney general marchedhis way into the hanger bay. Head held high as he announced upon arrival, "Ren your craft is ready. Please be cautious this time, I don't want to fish you out of some remote forest at some obscene hour again."

He gave the pompous general a brief once over before striding past him to his shuttle. Halting just in front of the door, he smirked as he shot back over his shoulder, "Noted."

The clack clack of army issued boots could be heard behind him as the accented voice broke the uncomfortable silence Ren had created, "Might I remind you there is a war going on. So none of your escape for weeks on end business."

Turning on his heels, Kylo looked over the general once more. He was up to something and he knew it; he could tell by the way his eyes shifted lazily as if he knew something especially tantilizing. Kylo gave a short nod before standing up straight and responding, "I'll try my best general. You are dismissed."

The door slammed shut as soon as he had entered his craft and could finally think without that weasel of a general breathing down his neck. He let his eyes fall across the sleek interior of his small craft that he had been presented with when he first pledged himself to the first order. The sleek black silencer had been prepared quickly, everything polished and precise for his comfort. He tried not to get annoyed as his boots made the same annoying clack against the ground that Hux's boots had as he made his way the pilot's chair. Large gloved hands wrapped around the gears, pausing briefly as something caught his eye. Something that had been placed so subtely, it was a miracle he even recognized it to begin with. With a low growl, he wrapped his hand around the object and marched back down the ramp into the hanger once again. The distant bob of red could be seen freezing in the distance as his voice carried throughout the hanger bay, "Hux!"

The thin metal object practically burned in his palm as he worked it over once, twice, three times before the general managed to scury his way back to his ship. Kylo wasted no time as he force pushed the object back at the general who, to his disapointment, had quicker reflexes than he initialy expected. Realization quickly flooded over the general's features as Kylo snarls out, "If I needed a babysitter I would have hired a droid to accompany me."

His eyes shift to the general whose fists were clentched in a failed attempt at concealing his anger before he replied, "Of course-"

However, the general was effectively cut off by the familiar slam of Kylo's door in his face.

"-Sir."

As the ship door slamed shut in front of him, Hux waited patiently for the craft to start up before he promptly fled the hanger with no time to spare. As soon as Ren was out of earshot, a river of obsenities flooded from him that would've surely gotten him put on detail if he didn't hold such an esteemed position in the First Order. Turning on his heels, he made his way back in the direction he was headed before he had been interrupted by Ren's little outburst. He weaved through the coridoor, effectively avoiding eyecontact with the officers who roamed the halls and eyed him suspiciously. He had made it halfway to his destination when his com blinked fervently with an incoming message. He intersected it quickly, not wanting to waste anymore time than he already had.

"TX-9167 please tell me we have signal on Ren?"

The mechanical voice of his intel chirpped back, "Yes sir, everything is in place. Would you like me to activate the tracking system?"

He let a sigh he didn't know he was holding in escape him before he responded to the officer waiting patiently on the other end, "Activate and prepare the lift for me. I have urgent business that needs my attention."

The mechanical voice came back as chipper as ever, "Right away sir. Would you like me to continue with operation alpha zero?"

He waved a hand, "Proceed as planned."

As he arrived to the small lift, he let his eyes scan the surrounding perimeter before he proceeded into the lift and shut down his com link. He couldn't have any interuptions where he was going, not now - this is too important to him. As the doors sealed shut before him, he slowly reached out for a small chrome panel on the wall and input a series of digits before carefully sealing it back up again. The elevator halted slightly before continuing on past the last floor indicated on the panel. When the doors shifted open again, he was instantly enveloped in the glossy blue hue of the room. His feet took a calculated stride forward until the lift doors shut and the once pleasant blue glow of the room shifted into an ominous darkness that left him with a chill running down his back. The dark aura of the room was only hightened by the presence of the crippled form that rested in a massive tank of thick blue gel in the center of the room. Clearing his throat, he cut through the silence,

"Supreme Leader. You're looking ... better."

The crippled mess shifted his head slightly in order to take in the appearance of his visitor before he responded in a scratchy voice, "Hux, what have you brought me?"

He proceeded to inch closer to his master as he explained, "Ren has left the planet to do who knows what."

A small smile - or what he imagined could suply as a smile - stretched across the marred face of the old supreme leader as he croaked, "He is distracted... good."

"He will pay for what he has done supreme leader, I swear it!"

Snoke waved him off as he spoke evenly in a hushed tone, "I'm time general, in time."

He took this time to remove the envelope from his jacket and present it to the man as he managed, "It wasn't easy but I finally have everything I need to bring him down and restore you to your proper place."

"Hold off on that for now. I have something far more interesting in mind for young Solo."

Voss, Resistance Base:

Her head spun violently in a disarray of circles as she placed a shakey hand against a strangely shaped tree to keep herself from toppling flat onto her face. She was acostumed to this same feeling, but usually on a much lower scale. This felt like something else entirely and she couldn't seem to control it. She took in a large breath of the cool night air in attempts to ease the spinning in her head as she lessened her grip on the odd tree in front of her. A gentle hand was placed on the delicate skin between her shoulder blades, breaking her out of her trance. Her eyes shifted open as a soft whisper broke through, "Rey? Are you okay?"

She managed to pry herself away from the tree copletely as she straightened herself out and turned her head around to find the deep eyes of Poe staring down at her. Pushing off from the tree, she gave him a small nod as she began to explain, "Yeah, I just- something doesn't feel right."

His hands quickly reached out to steady her as she stumbled to regain her balance, feeling foolish that she should need help for something as simple as walking in the first place. A deep chuckle rumbled through Poe as he replied, "Well you did have a couple shots of Corillian rum."

The glare she gave him must have been a nasty one because the dashing pilot's eyebrows shot up, followed by his hands in a sort of surrender as he offered, "Not that I'm judging you or anything."

She gave him a small smile before walking past him and towards what she assumed was the way she came from. His hand shot out once more as he pointed her in the opposite direction before taking her hand and dragging her alongside him. She remebered the first time Finn had reached for her hand. She hated it. The survivor in her told her that she didn't need anyone to help her when she could easily fend for herself, but apparently this was a warm gesture - or so that's what her friends had tried to explain to her.

She laughed at the memory before accepting Poe's hand and leading him in the right direction; away from the outcropping of foliage that she had stumbled into. They had managed to make it back to the middle of the celebration that was quickly dying down as people rushed about to find their posts. This only fuled her unease as they halted before the general. The pair shared a look before Rey's head snapped up in recognition, "Someone is approaching the planet."

An odd silence fell around the remaining crowd as everyone scurried off in varrying directions. A deep voice broke through the air as a patrol officer spoke through the general's com that was neatly placed on her wrist, "General, we have a classified ship in orbit? Looks like First Order. Do we take it down?"

Poe and Rey shuffled closer to the general as she motioned for them to approach, a thin crease starting to make an appearance between her eyebrows as she listened to the device. Concern flooded into the general's words as she responded promptly, "No, hold your fire. They don't have a location on us, we destoryed the files already."

The tugging inside of Rey only grew stronger the longer they stood in place. The sensation grew until the familiar tug gripped her, trying to pry its way in. Rey knew exactly what was happening. "Leia, it's B- Kylo. I don't know how he managed to but-"

Leia has her eyes trained on the ground as Rey let the words die on her lips. Of course the general would sense her own son's force signature, there was no need to explain. She was more worried about the pained look in the general's eyes as she looked down at the ground before mumbling a response, "He doesn't know we are down here. We need a diversion if we want to remain hidden."

Poe was first to make a move forward, carefully placing a hand on Leia's shoulder as he spoke up, "We can have a squadron up in five general. It's ten to one. I think we can handle him."

This wasn't going to be pretty. She could almost taste the conflict in the general as she thought over the best strategy for handling her son. Sure, Ben Solo wasn't the most upstanding man in the galaxy, but Rey could not bear to imagine what would become of him if Poe had his way. Not to mention what it would do to her if his constant presence ceased to exist entirely. She could still remeber the pain she had felt as she closed the door on him and cut him out. Before Leia could respond, Rey moved forward as if to match Poe, and straightened her posture before offering, "Or a single ship."

She watched as the muscles in Poe's shoulders visibly tightened before he turned on her with wide eyes, "Rey, I don't know if that's the best idea."

She positioned herself so she was standing between both Poe and the general as she spoke with a new air of confidence, "I can handle him. I'll divert him to a nearby planet if I have to. I don't think he'll fire so willingly."

When no response came, she set her eyes on Poe who seemed on the fence with the idea and then back to the general, who was still deep in thought. She tried once more, pleading with the force that she would agree, "General?"

With that, Leia's head snapped up to Rey and looked her deep in the eyes before she raised her com to her lips and commanded, "Prepare her a craft and proceed as planned."

She then turned to face Rey, handing her a small circular device that blinked slowly with a fluorescent blue hue; similar to the one she gave her when she visited Luke on Ach-to, "Take this. If you need us, you know what to do. May the force be with you Rey."

She squeezed the general's hand in gratitude before the woman turned away. Rey turned her attention to Poe who gave her a large approving smile before scooping her up into a large embrace, "Good luck Rey."

As soon as they seperate, she gives him a gentle smile back before turning around and jogging to the makeshift hanger bay in the far east corner on the base. This was going to be a long night, she thought to herself. Her feet picked up their pace as she rushed to locate the Falcon. Before she could make it any further she heard Poe's voice yell out, "May the force be with you!"

—-

Dead Space: Outer Rim

She fiddled with the controls nervously before she managed to stretch to her right and pull the craft into a steady hover over Voss. It took her a while to get used to the massive panel of contros on the ship, but over time, she managed to familiarize herself enough. Not that she ever needed to fly the craft much with all the time she spent alone on desolate planets - with an ocational visit from master Luke - to finnish her training. She brought herself back into reality as her transmission blinked with an incoming transmission. She snapped her head up to look out of the glass panel seperating herself from the dark horizon in front of her. His craft was the only one in orbit besides hers - a single black silencer. Taking a deep breath, she reached out and pushed down on the insistent button and spoke out staunchly, "Kylo."

He was completely silent for a moment before he responded calmly, "Rey."

She couldn't help but curse herself for how harshly she had addressed him, especially when he responded like that, but she could not turn back now. If she were to awknowledge his softness, his humanity, she would be too tempted to return. It was easier this way. Easier to see him as a monster. See him as Kylo Ren, not Ben Solo. She blinked before she regained her composure and responded, "What are you doing orbiting the outer rim? Don't you have a throne to keep warm or officers to yell at?"

A muffled chuckle made its way through the transmission, effectively cutting her off from her tagent. Was he laughing at her? She had never heard him laugh before, had she? It was an oddly pleasant sound. This may be harder than she presumed. She brings her attention back to the com as he continues in a low voice, "Can we talk?"

"Isn't that what we are doing?" She scoffs back.

His voice come out smoothly - soft and gentle as ever, "No, I mean really talk. There's a nearby planet-"

She's not falling for this. Not again. She cuts him off before he can finnish, "What do you really want?"

He replies quickly an edge to his deep voice as he shouts, "Fan out!"

"Excuse me?" She questions in response to such an odd request.

Muffled cursing is heard on the otherside of the com before he explains, "Fan out. There's an incoming of X-Wings."

Unbelievable, she thinks to herself. What was she thinking facing him in the dead of space with no back up, "I should have figured! You don't take well to rejection, do you?"

She leans in as he responses, "Damnit! I knew Hux was up to something. Rey, I didn't dispatch any fighters. You need to follow me."

"Absolutely not."

"Rey, I don't have time for this!"

Thinking quickly she offers, "They know your ship! You need to come aboard mine if we want to avoid any mess."

His distaste is evident as he fires back, "Rey I'm not stepping onto that piece of sh-"

She cuts him off quickly before he can finnish his sentence, "- You wanted to talk? Then get over here and talk."

In a matter of seconds, the half growl half grumble of Kylo Ren shoots back, "Fine."

It only takes a moment for him to make his way to the ship that he grew to despise over the years. She had no idea what a blow to him it was tht she insisted on flying his fathers old craft, but he wouldn't dare voice it to her. Not when it meant so much to her. He shifted in his seat as his shuttle shook under the pull from the Falcon. When the ships had successfully merged, he made his way through the hatch and up into his father's ship before punching a button to drop his craft back into space. Hopefully that would distract the incoming X-Wings long enough for them to make a speedy escape, but he doubted that very much.

Standing to his full height, he scanned the old ship with a strange sense of longing. This was his childhood, everything he left behind. No, this was not his life anymore. He left this years ago. This was everything he hated. The legacy, the expectations. Sure the memories aboard the ship had been pleasant, but there was also the reminder of who he was and what he was expected to do. He never imagined anyone would begin to understand the reasoning behind why he tried to hard to remove himself from his past. Shaking off the daunting deja vu, he made his way up towards the front of the ship where he could feel Rey's force signature bouncing with nervous energy.

He tried not to let his excitement seep through as he crept closer and closer to her presence. Three years felt entirely too long for his liking. His heart ached as if he were watching her slam the door on him again. As he made his way into the cooridor, his dark eyes immediately locked onto her ever welcoming ones for the first time. His eyes took her in; small frame, sharp cheek bones, cascading waves of deep brown hair, and hazel eyes. She looks older, but not in a bad way. Inocent eyes were replaced with wise eyes. Childish features swapped with sharp features of a mature woman. She was absolutely breath taking. She was dressed in an elegant ensemble of light greens and dark blues. Classic Jedi style, but entirely flattering. He moved slowly - cautiously- as he approached her. Her arms were crossed in front of her and she spoke fiercely, a patch of blush spreading across her nose.

"Follow me."

He gave her a knowing smirk as he watched her eyes take in his long hair and large frame before he shot back, "Good to see you too."

With that she quickly turned her back to his and he managed to shuffle uncomfortably behind her. The short trip to the pilot's chambers was uncomfortably silent until she spoke up, "We aren't clear until we lose those fighters and I'm certain aren't going to let us go without a fight. If we are going to do this thing, I'm going to need a co-pilot."

"Co-pilot?" He questioned.

She turned on him with a wide smile plastered on her face as she responded, "Now where did you say that planet was?"

First Order Base

Hux had barely made it back to the bridge when a trooper confronted him urgently, "General we have eyes on the Supreme Leader. He appears to be heading towards another craft."

He shot his eyes over the soldier's shoulder breifly in attemptes to see the screen in front of them before he turned back to the soldier, "What craft?"

The soldier shuffled nervously before pointing to the screen and responding quietly, "It looks like the Millenium Falcon sir."

His arm pushed forward, effectively shoving the trooper to the side as he made his way up to the screen. His eyes locked on the scene before him, "Are you positive?"

"Yes sir."

He couldn't peel his eyes away from the screen. Ren's craft had attatched and dettatched from the old piece of junk ship that was the Millenium Falcon, his father's ship. The girl, he should have figured. He was filled with an odd sense of satisfaction at the aknowledgement of the weakness of the reclusive mess of a man that was Kylo Ren. A smile spread across his lips as he ordered, "Fire on those ships. Do not hesitate."

The officer next to him shuffled uncomfortably in fear as he protested, "But sir-"

His eyes hooded as he repeated again, "I said fire on those ships!"

The Millenium Falcon

She watched carefully as the large man next to her looked around the ship before staring down at his feet, lost in thought. She took a moment to take in his appearance, broad shoulders and taut musscles rippled underneath his layers of finely woven material. He was even larger than when she had seen him last; if that were even possible. Maybe he had more free time to train? The long length of his dark waves caught her attention as they now reached further onto the tops of his shoulders. His eye lashes fluttered as his gaze shifted slightly from one foot to the other. He was still deep in thought when she cleared her throat and interupted his little day dream, "Ben? The planet. Where is it?"

His head shot up before he ran a shaky hand through his long locks and grumbled out, "Fourteen parsecs to the right. Do you know how to fly this thing?"

She kept her eyes trained forward as she snapped back, "How do you think I got here?"

She took a beat to click her seatbelt into place before she continued, "You might want to buckle up supreme leader. The outer rim is a dangerous place."

She tried to hold back a smile as she pronounced supreme leader in the poshest of accents she could manage. She was fairly certain his eyes rolled back as he buckled himself into the seat next to hers. In a matter of seconds, they were being actively hunted down by a parade of X-Wings. She worked quickly through the flips and switches, avoiding the shots fired and trying to find a clear place to make the jump.

Ben's voice came out quickly, "On your right!"

Her eyes locked onto the X-Wing as she shot back, "I know!"

The sound of a seatbelt unbuckling filled the chamber, followed by the insistent beep of the warning system as he stood to his feet. He turned his head towards her as he spoke out with a hint of irritation, "You need to lose them now or they will follow us through lightspeed."

She kept her eyes trained on what she was doing as she completely ignored him. She knew what to do, she just needed to find the right time to do it. He stood still as if waiting for a response before she could hear him march his way towards the back of the ship, "Where are you going?"

"Just keep them in range." Came his voice.

"Okay?"

She continued on her game of tag until he spoke up again, "Make a sharp left!"

The last X-Wing that had been tailing them closely was shot down quickly. Her head snapped to the back of the craft as Kylo's voice rang out, "Now punch it to hyperspeed!"

—

Outer Rim

Poe watched in horror as the Millenium Falcon blasted into lightspeed and dissapeared out of sight. She made the jump. Or maybe he made the jump for her? Either way, he had to do something to get her back. Get her away from that monster. His hand shot to the bright red button blinking to his left and began, "General, we lost contact."

The worried voice of the general came through, "What happened?"

"She went into hyperspeed."

Leia hesitated before she questioned, "Do you have eyes on... Kylo Ren?"

"He fled with her."

"Pull back Dameron."

What? Pull back? Was she really considering abandoning Rey when she was with that man? He shook his head as he remebered Rey was a Jedi who was more than capable of protecting herself from the general's estranged son, but he couldn't help but worry for her well being. He had grown acostumed to her presence the last few years. They had managed to get themselves out of the strangest and most peculiar situation in battle together and he would be lying if he wasn't captured by her. She was stunning, breath taking really, but far too independent for the likes of any man. Still he had to try, "But I could get to her I just have to-"

The general's voice came back as firm as ever as she commanded, "I said pull back Dameron, this one isn't up for debate!"

He let a sigh out as he flipped a couple switches and piloted his craft back to base, "Yes mam."