Disclaimer: I do not own Lucas Film's (and Disney's) Star Wars and James Cameron's 1997 Film 'Titanic'.

A/N: hey everyone, I apologize for being so late. The reason why it's because my laptop broke, so all of my files are gone. Including the stories I wrote. It took me a month to try to rewrite again the chapters I lost.

But then again, I will update the 4th chapter next week just to make it up for you guys.

And so... here's your 3nd chapter and enjoy :D!

"She's the largest moving object ever made by the hand of man in all history." Mr. Ismay proclaimed with pride in his tone. "And our master shipbuilder, Mr. Andrews here designed her from the kneel plates up."

The shipbuilder nodded with a slight smile then begins to explain.

Well, I may have knocked her together, but the idea was Mr. Ismay's." He continues to describe the masterpiece of ship with passion. "He envisioned a steamer so grand in scale and so luxurious in its appointments that its supremacy would never be challenged." He triple knocked on the table before claiming. "And here she is, willed into solid reality."

Rey seemed to be a bit bored at this conversation so she pulled out a cigarette and lighted it.

"You know it's unladylike for you to do that, child." Unkar Plutt said in mocking tone to her. Rey replied by blowing the smoke in his face, causing him to sneer at her. 'Why you ungrateful prissy brat!' He thought in malice.

"My, she's quite the rebel there, Unkar. Are you trying to tame her, huh?" The women in elegant black on the other side of the table, chuckled as he looked at her with a look of either detest or utter disdain.

The women in a black dress was Margaret Brown, also known as "Molly" who is looked down upon by other first-class women, referring to her as "vulgar" and "new money", though she seems very friendly to Rey when she first met her and she honestly doesn't know why most first-class people despise her.

"Hey uh, who thought of the name "Titanic"? Was it you, Bruce?" Molly asked.

"Well yes, actually." Mr. Ismay smirked with pride as he continued to explain. "I want to convey sheer size and the size means stability, luxury, and above all strength."

Rey seems to look a bit annoyed at his words when she suddenly asked. "Do you know of Dr. Freud, Mr. Ismay?" He looks at her curiously as she continues. "His ideas about the male preoccupation with size might be of particular interest to you." Mr. Ismay's eyes widen in shock while Molly smiled and nodded at Rey's "comment". Mr. Andrews struggled himself not to laugh but his usual calm physique crumbled.

"What the devil's has gotten into you?!" Unkar whispered dangerously.

Ignoring his question she spoke to everyone around the table. "Excuse me." Then got up from the table and left.

The Baronet stuttered a bit with shame as he begins to face Mr. Ismay. "Sir, I apologize for my lady's attitude. She's a bit uh—upset, not moving on about her parents' death." He explained, covering up with a lie as the chairman just nodded with understanding.

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Outside the deck, Ben was observing a few feet away before sketching the father explaining to his daughter on how the propellers work. During his good old childhood days, he has a passion for art. Whenever there is free time, he puts out his sketch pad and begins to look for something interesting to draw. Even in his dark days, he still continued his love for art without the people knowing his secret.

Beside him, his friend Poe seems to be talking to a new companion as he spoke.

"This ship is nice, huh?" Poe stated.

"Yeah, it's an Irish ship." The young African-American man replied.

"It isn't English?" He asked curiously.

"No, it was built in Ireland. 15, 000 Irishmen built this ship. Solid as a rock. Big Irish Hands." He explains when a steward passed by walking a pack of dogs that had owners in the first-class.

The sight of that made the black man roll his eyes in annoyance. "That's typical." He said flatly. "First-class dogs come down to take a shit." After he commented, he smokes with his cigarette.

Ben then face him with an amused smirk. "Uh, let us know where we rank in the scheme of things."

The black man scoffed. "Like we could forget?" He said before blowing the smoke from his cigarette. "I'm Finn Trooper." He reaches his hand towards the two, greeting them.

"Ben Solo." He reaches it and handshakes him first before Poe did the same.

"Poe Dameron."

"Nice to meet you two." He smiled before pointing out curiously at his sketch pad.

"Hey Ben, do you make money with your drawings?"

Ben was supposed reply when suddenly something emerges out in his sight… he saw her… the young woman walked up to the balcony to look at the horizon. 'She's so… beautiful' he thought in admiration.

Finn seemed to notice his stare as he follows the trail on what he is staring at when he sees on what had caught Ben's eye as he grinned amusingly.

"Oh forget it, Ben. You would have wished to have angels fly out of your ass by getting next to the likes of her, you know."

He didn't seem to hear Finn's words as he continues to stare at Rey when she suddenly looks at him for a second then eyes away from him trying to ignore his intense stare but somehow she looked at him again, longer than she had previously did.

'Why is that man staring at me?' Rey wondered.

Ben's eyes still went to hers like he can't look away from the sight of her. Poe seems to notice his tall friend's gaze at the young woman on the balcony as he tries to break his friend's eye contact by passing hand in front of Ben's memorized face. Unsuccessfully, he just laughs at his best friend's face, gawking at the girl on the top.

Rey continues to stare at him until she suddenly felt a hand on her lower arm, she broke her gaze at the man below then looks up to face Kace, who looks a bit concerned towards her.

"Darling, I know you are a bit unwell for this but I think we should go back to the dining room, Unkar is starting to become concerned for you." Kace said in a calm reassuring tone.

Rey scoffed when she heard the word "concerned". 'Him, concerned?! For me?!' She thought. 'He is more likely pissed than concerned.'

"Fine, I'll try to survive though." She replied, flatly.

And with that, Kace wrapped his arm around Rey's waist and left the balcony then walked their way towards the dining room.

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"Look who I found, wandering about." Kace remarked as he and Rey rejoined their table; The Baronet sent him out to search for her, rather irritated that she had shown little to interest in talking shop and then, out of nowhere, had excused herself. For a lengthy period of time.

"I hope you'll pardon me." Rey requested, even though she didn't really care all that much what these gentlemen thought of her. "I only meant to take in a bit of air, but the sunset distracted me."

"Ah," The Captain remarked with a knowing grin. "Captivating, isn't it? There's nothing quite like a sunset on the open water."

"It was rather breathtaking." Kace agreed, offering his fiancé a smile before lifting his glass of champagne to his lips and she nodded in agreement and smiled in return. She would much rather still be staring at the sunset than to be in a stuffy dining room, surrounded by stuffy, mindless people.

"You'll have to excuse my Lady's thoughtlessness." The Baronet remarked, his own champagne glass in his hand. "The Professor spent far too much time on the Arts than I would have liked. A request made by her late parents."

"Well, I don't think there's anything wrong with the arts." Kace remarked. Despite Rey acknowledgement to him as her fiancé only for family business, he wasn't nearly as stuck up as the others seated at the table. For that alone, she admired him.

"I couldn't agree more," Rey concurred, lifting her soup spoon. "Professor Parkinson had the finest taste in literature; Shakespeare, Dante, Homer and the like. He had a soft spot for modern painters, as well."

"All those mindless, useless drivel and a waste of my money." The Baronet remarked.

"Nonsense. I've been searching for a good tutor for my little sister back home, for months now, and this Professor of yours sounds just perfect." Kace smiled in amazement.

"Don't be a fool, Milord. Hiring that man will be a waste of time and money." Unkar stated, frowning pointedly across the table. "You'd be far better off to hire one of the professors down at Oxford. Far better versed in their fields. World renowned."

Frowning, Rey set her spoon down, narrowing her eyes at her ungrateful guardian.

"You can't be serious." She disagreed, her tone passing the point of politeness and verging on frank disdain. "The professors at that school are said to be horribly harsh. They're meant to teach gentlemen and ladies, not young boys and girls. They'd be liable to beat a child for not knowing the works of Plato by heart within a week."

"And so they should be," He rebutted, cutting his steak while he spoke. "Any scholar worth having caught to have a firm hand. Otherwise, their child will grow to be flighty and unreliable."

"Just the same, I think I'll pass on the Oxford professors." Kace interjected, clearly sensing things were going amiss between Lady Rey and Baronet Unkar Pluttington. "But I'll keep that in mind."

Rey was disgusted. The longer she sat with these people, listening to her guardian dictating on how a child taught to be raised to a perfect stranger, the sicker she felt. Was this to be her life after her marriage? Her children, doomed to be terrorized by this Baronet just as she had been if she dies like her parents? Was nothing ever to change? Glancing over at Kace, who was working his way through his chicken pot pie, she felt her anxiety worsen. This poor young man had no idea what he was signing up for. A life as her husband also entailed a life from which the Baronet would undoubtedly entail watching his children be treated with a cruel disposition and a harsh hand. It was making Rey feel claustrophobic.

No matter how much long she waited, all of this was still going to happen. She had a few days at best to come to terms with it all before she would be photographed with Kace among his family and acquaintances, and in a month they would be married. She could kiss any semblance of independence and freedom goodbye the second Kace places the ring on her finger. Then there was the possibility that, even with his fortune, there wouldn't be enough money to keep up the estate. The Baronet had thrust the crippling debt and an unloving marriage upon her, and it was too heavy a load for anyone to bear. The worst part was that, should she fail, all of the blame would be placed upon her. Her guardian had managed to lie the people and hide her debt incredibly well thus far – cruelly, so that her family's name would be tarnished. Should the truth will ever get out? But He would forever be revered as the good Baronet Unkar Pluttington.

"Ladies, it has been a pleasure. Would the gentlemen like to join me in the smoking room for a brandy?" Mr. Ismay asked as he stood, time having passed quickly and there was a general murmur of agreement as Rey found herself making an excuse.

"I actually feel that I may be getting a bit seasick." She lied, gripping the edge of the table and resisting the urge to flinch away when Kace laid a gloved hand upon hers. "You'll have to excuse me."

"Darling-" Kace tried to interject, but Rey quickly made her way out of the dining room, nodding curtly at the footmen before pushing the side door open to retreat out onto the deck – but she made no move to head towards their suite, as the Baronet and Kace undoubtedly have expected her to do. Rather, she turned and started briskly walking in the direction of the ship's stern – and then she found herself walking a bit faster, and faster until she was all but running while lifting her skirt to not get tripped over, shoving past the aristocrats on her way, earning a disgruntled shout from a colonel and a gasp from a duchess, but she didn't care. Her head was swimming, and it wasn't at all from seasickness. It was a crushing, unbearable sense of claustrophobia. Shoving the gate open, she darted down a set of stairs to a lower deck, shoving past more people and repeating the action a second time until she found herself in the furthest area of the ship from the dining room, the only sound now being the crashed waves below and her heart was hammering in her chest. She skidded to a stop and slammed into the railing, gripping it with white knuckles as she stared down into the black, sloshing abyss.

Rey was breathing heavily with panic, unsure exactly what had motivated her to come all the way back here. It was more than a need to escape the aristocracy for a moment; she could have gone back to her room to do that. No, this felt far more… dire. She felt like a caged animal, desperate for a way out. Any way out.

Without thinking twice, she clamored up onto the ship's railing, one rung at a time, and then lowered herself down onto the other side, clinging for her dear life as she stared down at the ocean, her breath still coming in cold, wheezing pants. She could do it. She could let go, and fall into the water below, and welcome death with open arms. Perhaps she would get to see her beloved parents again. She'd certainly never have to face Unkar again. The only thing keeping him from letting go immediately was the thought of poor Kace. She was no fool, he was kind to her, and called her "darling", but he undoubtedly wanted this marriage just a little as she did. He, like her, likely wanted to marry someone for love. The only reason she had agreed to this mess for so long was because she truly was fond of him; he was a kind young man, with a good heart, and he could, at the very least, be an equally kind wife to him. But marrying someone out of courtesy seemed almost worse than marrying him for his money.

Squeezing her eyes shut, Rey steeled herself to let go until she heard someone calling out to her from behind.

"Don't do it."

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