"Where the hell is Fett?" Lin asked, crossing his arms. "You guys have been giving me the run around all morning." Looking up at the seven-foot-tall Besalisk vendor, Lin snapped his brows together. The determined pilot wouldn't return to Kylo Ren empty handed.

Raising a heavy cleaver, Chet the Besalisk, cut into another fish head. The ill-mannered butcher had four arms but only three hands. Judging by the size of the cleaver, Lin had no problem guessing why Chet was missing one.

"Do you have to do that right now?" Lin asked, his eyes watering from the smell.

"Sil Fett is booked solid this morning," Chet replied, in a throaty voice. "Wait until this afternoon and make contact in the warehouse district." The stout butcher swung down harder this time, intentionally squirting juices on Lin.

"Please don't do that again, big guy," Lin warned, squinting his eyes for a second. "I don't really care if he has another meeting. Fett knows who I went to rescue. He's the one that supplied the detonators."

The pilot watched warily as the cleaver raised again. It didn't bother Lin if anyone overheard their conversation or not.

Chet held the blade above his head, glaring at Lin. Mentioning Sil Fett's business in public was strictly forbidden.

"I don't work for you, kid," he snarled. "Neither does Fett. Your name and ranking carries no weight here." The stout figure pointed the cleaver at Lin, as he spoke.

"It would be a shame to lose another hand," Lin said, lifting the side of his fighter jacket. The shiny coating of Lin's lightsaber was clearly visible on his belt.

"Nice, right?" Lin asked with a smirk. The young man had taken drastic measures to get this far. A giant cleaver wasn't going to stand in his way.

"Ha. You're no Jedi," the butcher replied. With that, he grabbed more fish and lined them in a row. "I'll bet you're not even that good of a pilot." Bringing the cleaver down harder, guts went flying directly into Lin's face.

"That settles it. I'm never eating fish again," Lin replied. Wiping the stringy parts from his face, he flung them on the ground in disgust. "Okay. I wanted to keep a low profile and avoid the authorities. Eh, kriff it."

Lin sprung onto the merchant's table and punched Chet in the jaw. The crowded marketplace behind them ignored the fight at first. As it spilled from one tent to another, the tussle grew into a spectacle.

After a minute of sparring, Lin was thrown across the alley. The pilot crashed into an awning, bringing it down onto another Besalisk merchant. He stumbled to get up, getting caught in the canvas.

"You think I can't take a hit?" Lin yelled across at Chet.


Nearby, Kayla bit into a lush green apple and smiled. The people she passed were from different races and planets. A few of them smiled in her direction, realizing from her athletic clothing, that she was a Jedi Knight. There was a commotion on the next street over, which was causing a crowd to gather.

Kayla tried her best to ignore it. Local authorities patrolled these streets regularly, keeping the peace.

"It's definitely a fight," she said. Curiosity got the better of her and she moved closer to the sounds. As she approached, the young Jedi got a strange feeling. She strained to see through the large crowd, getting on her tippy-toes.

Someone nearby was Force sensitive. The mystery individual wasn't just sensitive, she realized, he was strong with the Force. The gathering made it difficult to discern who it was. Kayla weaved through the crowd, pushing her way past several spectators. Suddenly, the crowd cheered.

Kayla's focus shifted back to the fight. Catching a glimpse of a young man in a pilot's jacket, she pulled out her lightsaber. If a drunken Republic pilot was causing a public disturbance, she would need to intervene. The sounds of grunts and punches had the crowd cheering again.

Standing on top of some barrels, the Jedi towered over everything else.

"This is a Jedi matter," Kayla shouted at the crowd. She ignited her lightsaber, keeping the blue flame lowered but at the ready. "Disperse now!" she ordered. Her early mastery of mind tricks came in handy. The crowd quickly thinned, as if under an enchantment.

Lin felt his bottom lip swelling and he cursed. Reaching for his lightsaber he realized it had fallen off in the scuffle.

"Kriff," he spat. Picking up two cast iron skillets from one of the downed tents. Their flat round ends were still hot from the fryers. Giving them a quick spin in each hand, Lin grunted in approval.

"Maybe I should have brought my new friend, after all," he smirked.

A half dozen Besalisk vendors grouped together and glared at the cocky pilot. Chet was out in front, pulling on a loose tooth. Lin didn't realize these guys had each other's backs. In the marketplace, they cursed and threatened each other. They were rival merchants. In one afternoon, Lin managed to unite them all against him.

"I've faced worse," he goaded.

Kayla got past the last of the crowd and watched the standoff. The shortest Besalisk let out a yell and charged Lin. He held large broken bottles in all four hands. Lin hurled one of the cast iron skillets into the vendor's jaw, stopping him cold. His five buddies reacted in surprise and reached for their weapons.

"That's enough!" Kayla yelled, stunned by the scene before her. The fight had completely trashed the street. Multiple booths and tents were down and a small fire was burning in the far corner.

Using the Force, Kayla pulled the blasters out of the vendor's hands.

Lin turned and gave the Jedi a quick glance. Breaking into a sprint, Lin picked up the second skillet before she could say anything else. He rolled under Chet's wild swing, avoiding the large cleaver. With a mighty swing of his own, Lin buried the pan into the knees of the Besalisk behind Chet. He then smashed both skillets into the ears of the next vendor.

Two of the merchants cried out and tumbled onto the street.

Kayla parted her lips, realizing the inebriated pilot was going to get himself killed. She reached out with the Force and tripped the other Besalisks.

Lin sidestepped the third attacker, watching the vendor stumble and fall to the ground. With a smirk, Lin ducked under the attack—not bothering to look over his shoulder. He moved on instinct alone, sensing where the next strike was coming from. Without looking, he threw a skillet in the chin of the fourth Besalisk, evening the odds.

Kayla took a step closer to the young man, watching how he moved. He couldn't be drunk, not the way he was fighting. This was the Force-sensitive person she felt seconds earlier. His fluid movements made her jaw slacken.

The mysterious pilot was untrained in the ways of the Force, but he clearly knew how to fight. She couldn't help but let her gaze roam over him. Did she know this man? He looked so familiar. The dark hair, stubbly beard, and hooded eyes. His broad shoulders stood out from his otherwise slender frame. Maybe he reminded her of academy pilots she met on a mission, years ago. They were arrogant, flirty and had similar builds.

"Put down your weapons and stop!" Kayla commanded. The remaining Besalisk's froze and stared at her.

Lin wasn't affected by her powers and used the opportunity to tee off on the last of his attackers. Two merchants face planted, leaving only Chet.

The Jedi couldn't believe her eyes. The young man resisted her abilities. Kayla caught herself gawking at Lin, watching his arrogant strut. Was it just for show, or was he like this all the time?

"I'm not playing around," Lin warned. Leaping onto a busted table, he grabbed Chet by his ratty shirt collar. "Fett's location?"

"Barges," Chet growled. He recognized the Jedi standing behind him; she had quite the reputation in the galaxy. Fett might kill him for talking, but it was better than facing these two alone. "She's with you, huh?" the butcher growled.

Lin squinted at him, unsure who he was referring too.

Kayla had seen enough. With a wave of her hand, she threw Lin Dameron to the ground.

"Get out of here," she commanded.

Chet blinked twice and fled from the street. The young Jedi circled the brash pilot, as he was slow to get up.

Lin grimaced and finally sat upward. The sudden impact left him with whiplash and bruises along his knees and elbows. At first, he thought he might have a concussion too.

His eyes traveled up the toned legs of the attractive woman circling him. Was this a hallucination? The young woman was showing more skin than most Jedi knights. Lin admired the vision while he could, checking out her arms and neckline.

"I must have really hit my head," he chuckled.

Kayla blushed for a moment, before narrowing her gaze. She pointed her lightsaber at his throat.

"Not bad," Lin said. He had never felt the effects of a Force push before. It took his breath away.

"Excuse me?" Kayla asked, following his eyes. She wasn't used to getting checked out and felt offended. Lin's eyes traced along her vest. The Jedi responded by kicking his foot.

"Nothing," he muttered. Lin wondered how he was going to get out of this one.

For a moment, the alley fell silent. The Knight and pilot glared at each other. Lin's dark, wavy hair was covered in dirt. He ran his fingers through it, knocking the grime away. Even now, he had an arrogant way about him.

"What's your name?" Kayla said. She kept her face neutral and her stance firm.

Lin licked his lips, tasting blood. Before he could answer, a pair of speeders approached from behind. The local police officer climbed off his bike, while his partner pulled alongside. The second speeder, a quad, was altered for transporting suspects in the back.

"Thank you, Master Jedi," the first officer said, pulling out a pair of old fashioned cuffs. "We'll throw him in the drunk tank."

Kayla looked at the man at her feet. His round, dark brown eyes found hers. She could tell he was thinking about escaping. The Jedi kept her saber pointed at him but allowed the policeman to lift him up.

"I'm not sure that's a good idea," Kayla warned. She could practically read his thoughts. The officer pushed Lin towards the quad seater. Lin looked over his shoulder, giving her a devious smirk.

The Jedi inhaled, getting a quick glance in his head. "He needs to come with me. He's force sensitive and there is no way you are equipped to handle him." Kayla protested, keeping her eyes on Lin.

"Ah, nonsense," replied the second officer. "We deal with washed out Republic pilots, all the time here." He picked up his radio and spoke quickly to dispatch.

Kayla followed Lin's eyes and caught the glint of something near the alley wall. Waving her hand, she moved the red canvas material where Lin had been looking. A reflective lightsaber hilt was lying there.

The Jedi's eyes widened. Summoning the weapon to her hand, Kayla raised an eyebrow at Lin.

"Washed out?" Lin muttered under his breath.

Without warning, he delivered a headbutt to the second officer. The impact knocked the glasses from his face. Lin caught the busted glasses with his palms, despite being shackled. He hopped into the quad seater before anyone could react.

The officer grabbed his nose and fell to his knees. His partner started yelling into the radio for backup.

Lin Dameron punched on the accelerator, winking at Kayla as he passed.

"Maker," she scoffed. The Jedi tucked Lin's lightsaber next to hers. She pursued the speeder on foot, determined to catch him before he left the marketplace.


"Hahaha," Lin laughed, doing an impression of Kylo Ren's voice. He leaned back in the seat, using the stem of the glasses to pick the primitive restraints. He steered the speeder with the heel of his foot. "Washed out pilot, my ass," he mused.

Hearing a clicking sound, Lin smiled. The restraints were tossed overboard and he leaned forward again. "I'm the best pilot the—"

With a thud, Kayla landed in the backseat of the speeder. Lin jerked the wheel wildly, nearly crashing into stacked buildings along the side. He couldn't believe she ran down a speeder. He was going full throttle.

"Fancy meeting you here," he smirked, watching her scowl in response.

"Keep your eyes pointed forward," Kayla hissed. A sharp turn approached fast. The Jedi held her breath. Maybe this wasn't the best idea.

"Why?" Lin asked, keeping his gaze on her. She had a pleasant fragrance that he couldn't place. He turned the wheel, navigating the corner without looking.

Kayla gasped, grabbing the seat in front of her. This man was a maniac.

"Girls usually like it when I do that," he teased.

"Land this speeder immediately," Kayla ordered. She considered using the Force to render him unconscious. It would be risky at these speeds. The wind whipped through her hair, loosening some of the bundles.

Lin noticed his lightsaber tucked in her waist. A sly smile crept on his lips. "You're wish is my command," he said. With that, he slammed on the breaks.

Kayla went flying forward, out of the speeder. The pilot snatched his hilt back, as she passed over him. The Jedi tumbled onto the unpaved alleyway, catching herself in a crouched position. She skinned her knees and felt a sharp pain in her wrist.

"You didn't get my name or number. What a shame," Lin yelled down. Waving his lightsaber, he thanked her. He would never raise a hand to a woman. This Jedi was clearly tough and he had a mission to accomplish. Punching on the throttle, he headed for the barges.

The Jedi Knight watched the quad disappear into the horizon. A moment later, the officer on the speeder bike pulled up next to her.

"You let him get away?" he asked.

"No," Kayla snapped. The Jedi adjusted her hair, pinning it tightly into place again. She was annoyed with the question and breathed through her nose a few times.

"I need your bike," the Jedi stated. It wasn't really a request. "This is far from over."


Luke made it to the marketplace and found the trashed alleyway. A melee had clearly broken out, destroying most of the tents and makeshift shops. He felt his padawan's presence there and grew concerned. There was an officer on the ground with a broken nose.

Kayla wasn't picking up her communicator, either. She had always been brave and sometimes a little too eager. Now that she was ready to face the trials, she would need to be able to make her own judgment calls. But Luke questioned whether this was the right course of action. The pair were supposed to be on a mission to collect Sil Fett. Where was she now?

The Jedi Master sighed, feeling her energy leave the city. He didn't sense Kylo Ren, but there was someone else she was pursuing. Luke didn't like being left in the dark. Channeling the Force, the old man hurried back to the Falcon. He ran like a twenty-year-old again, boosting his speed temporarily.

Artoo was waiting for his masters to return and beep wildly. He was excited to see the Jedi Master moving so quickly; leaving a trail of dust in his wake.

"Have you picked up Kayla on the long-range scanners?" Luke asked, sliding to a stop before the Falcon's ramp. He couldn't rest now, not with Kylo Ren here.

Artoo responded with a quick series of whistles. Luke nodded and made his way toward the cockpit.

"She's going to need to learn to communicate through the Force," he said aloud.


Finding his way to the barges, Lin searched for Fett. A crew of familiar faces were loading the rusted ships with gear. They were Fett's men, whom he had met a few times before. It looked like there was enough supplies for an extended tour of the deserts.

"Two Jedi knights and a fugitive pilot request a meeting with me on the same day," Sil Fett said, startling Lin. "Oh and the Jedi just happen to be Skywalker and Kenobi."

Fett held a blaster to Lin's face. "I wonder why that would be?"

"Fett, let me explain," the pilot backpedaled. He hoped to keep his ruggedly handsome face intact.

"Tell me why I shouldn't blow your head off, right here, hmm? My whole operation is running into the dunes because of this shit," Fett cursed. "You've been blowing up fortresses throughout the outer reaches, leaving an irresponsible trail back here."

"No. I've made it look like mercenaries like you asked. Rogue First Order sympathizers," Lin said, holding his hands up. Sil Fett sneered, looking away.

"Fett look... I found him. Kylo Ren is here, with me," Lin said, hoping the former bounty hunter would lower the damn weapon.

"You weren't supposed to bring him here," Fett said. He shaked his head in disbelief. "Any planet but this one! The entire galaxy is going to know I'm involved if he gets spotted here."

"He won't get spotted," Lin said, sounding confident. "He agreed to stay in the shuttle, which is parked far outside the city limits."


Back on the shuttle, Kylo Ren opened the ramp. He came barreling down, looking toward the city in the distance. The Sith Master felt his strength returning and a smile crept over his lips.

"Skywalker," he said aloud. The old man was on the planet. How convenient.

Kylo Ren headed towards the city. It was nice to be outside, stretching his legs. He felt like he hadn't walked in ages, which was accurate.

After walking for twenty minutes, he was approached by a biker gang. Riding tricked out speeders, they circled him and kicked up a funnel of dirt. The gang whooped and hollered, foolishly teasing the traveler in dark robes.

"What do we have here?" shouted one of the bikers. His engine revved obnoxiously.

The Sith Master laughed, feeling the sand in his charcoal hair.

"This will be fun," Kylo muttered. Surging with energy, he could feel the Force from head to toe.

Reaching out with his palm, Kylo Ren lifted the riders into the air. Feeling them struggle and wither was intoxicating for the Darksider. It felt right, strangling the air from their lungs.

"Maker!" one of them yelled.

"Yes," Kylo Ren hissed. Only he wasn't addressing the gang. "Do you feel that Rey? I know you can." Flexing his fingers, he tightened the hold on each man individually. Kriff, it had been so long since he used his powers.

"Am I not worthy of your love?" Kylo continued. "Am I not as powerful as you recall?" He felt alone and hoped that she would answer him. But after a moment, it became clear that Rey wouldn't answer.

The bikers continued to plea for mercy.

"Not so tough after all?" Kylo said.

No one could ever be—not in the clutches of the man in black. Kylo slammed them into the ground, having enough fun. The biker gang was just an appetizer. He slung a long leg over the nearest speeder bike and drove toward the marketplace.

As he rode, he felt another presence. It was eerily similar to Rey. Could she be here? he wondered. Perhaps hiding her movements from him? A rush of excitement poured through his veins.


"Synthetic crystals. I don't want to see you again," Fett said, handing an old steel case over to Lin Dameron. "Don't lose these. Give my regards to the remnants of the First Order."

"Of course," Lin replied.

"Now, get the hell off my planet!" Fett yelled.

Lin put the case in the back of the quad speeder, along with the rest of the gear on his list. "I need one more thing," he said, pressing his luck. "I won't return after this, I promise." As he spoke, the barges started their engines.

Sil Fett turned and narrowed his eyes at the young pilot.

"I need a kit... in case any more Jedi come my way," Lin said, gauging the old man's expression.

"Mandalorian armor and nifty gadgets won't help with those two," Fett chuckled. He waved for one of his thugs to come to his side. "As much as I'd like to see Skywalker pay with his life, I've benefited nicely from the Jedi revival."

"You'll benefit more if a civil war breaks out. Maybe those gadgets will help me slow the Jedi down; maybe not. Either way, the jetpack looks cool," Lin replied.

Sil Fett considered the request.

"I'll bet it did wonders with the ladies," Lin added, getting the gruff bounty hunter to chuckle.

"You need to learn to use that, not a jetpack," Sil Fett said, pointing to the lightsaber. "Or you're not going to survive standing by Kylo Ren."

Lin's confident smirk faded. He nodded and exhaled, blowing air out of his mouth. For the first time in a while, the pilot wrestled with the implications of his actions. He needed Kylo Ren's help, but it came at a steep cost.

Off in the distance, approached a small cloud of dust. Kayla slowed her speeder, but she knew that she had likely been spotted. The Jedi recognized Sil Fett in the distance, talking with that ass of a pilot. Fett wasn't alone either; he had plenty of men on the barges.

Removing her lightsaber from her waist, she held it in her hand. Kayla needed Fett for her mission and it seemed like the pilot was in league with him.

"This is where we part ways, Grey Leader," Fett said, noticing a speeder in the distance. "Hope this buys you some time." The old bounty hunter switched a setting on his blaster and fired two smoke grenades in the distance.

Lin jumped onto his speeder, opening the kit. He waited for the Jedi to get closer, letting the smokescreen conceal him completely. The pilot attached both Mandalorian gauntlets to his wrists and sped away.

Kayla entered the smoke too late, losing sight of both barges. The sand they kicked up, made things even tougher to see. The Force pulled her in the direction of the arrogant pilot. Maybe he knows where they are going, she thought.

Inspecting the different settings on his right wrist, Lin Dameron played with the switches. He kept looking up to check the path ahead. The terrain near the barges was flat and free of obstacles, but it was still reckless to be flying the way that he was. Lin was so distracted that he didn't notice Kayla's speeder as she closed in. Her bike was much faster and wasn't weighed down by crates. She pulled up alongside him.

Lin looked over his shoulder and grimaced. She wouldn't let him leave with the last word, he thought. Yanking the wheel, he sent the quad speeder into her bike, slamming it. A loud crunch was followed by a cascade of sparks.

Kayla held on tightly, scrunching her face. She ignited her lightsaber and slashed it across Lin's thrusters.

"Crap," he yelled, feeling the quad dying. The turbines choked as Lin swung the speeder around for an abrupt stop. The quad slammed into the earth as he jumped out. Scrambling to his feet, Lin wasted no time. Losing sight of the Jedi, he dove for the case containing the jetpack.

Kayla jumped off her bike, soaring through the air in a backflip. She landed with her lightsaber ready, taking a defensive pose. Her brows snapped together as she took a step toward the stunned young man.

Lin gave Kayla a little look and she could tell what he was about to say. He pressed a switch on his gauntlet and a tiny gun sprang out.

"Just let me walk away," he said, sounding almost reluctant. As he spoke, he slipped one shoulder into the jetpack harness.

Kayla wasn't going to back down now. She needed to take him back.

"Not going to happen," she said.

The pilot sighed and fired a laser shot at her thigh. Kayla blocked it easily and advanced toward him. Lin continued firing, backing up. His eyes widened as The Jedi blocked everything. Seizing her chance, Kayla threw a Force Push at him.

Tumbling backward, Lin lost the jetpack. He cursed, while she strolled past it. He switched the setting on his armor and fired a net at the Jedi. The thinly gauged webbing opened wide, but Kayla had been expecting this. She flipped over the net and landed safely.

"Kriff," Lin cursed, reaching for his wrist again.

The Jedi pounced, landing on top of him and pinning his hands into place.

"Where did you get that lightsaber?" she asked. The young Knight used the Force to keep Lin in place, allowing her own hands to be freed up.

"Ah, hell," Lin replied. Feeling trapped and defenseless, he wondered if this was the end. "I suppose there are worse ways to go."

Kayla inhaled and punched him in the jaw, making him tear up.

"You're just a hack," she replied, watching his face change. "The council didn't think you were worthy, am I right? So, you've held a grudge against Jedi's your whole life?"

Lin smiled in response but Kayla kneed him in the solar plexus, bringing that to a swift end.

"Ah," he groaned loudly. "That's not accurate."

Twisting his hips, he managed to get a leg around her. The Jedi lost her balance upon feeling his hips bucking underneath her. The move broke Kayla's concentration for a split second. Scrambling to his feet, Lin tried to run away. She was faster, and tripped the scrappy pilot.

"I don't want to fight you," he said, turning over. The Jedi narrowed her eyes in response.

"Get up," she ordered. Maybe now she could get answers out of him. Lin rose to his feet and she punched him with a right cross.

Reeling he stepped back. "Kriff."

"Because I'm a girl? Do I hit like a girl?" Kayla asked, keeping her hands raised. The pilot was trembling with anger now, she could feel it.

"I used to have so much respect for the Jedi. Then they changed my life forever," he said, clenching his jaw. "I see your kind for what they are. Bullies."

Kayla raised an eyebrow at that. She hadn't expected such an accusation. Who the hell was this young man?

"You're the bully here," Kayla corrected. "You entered a peaceful, crowded marketplace and started a fight with every merchant there."

Lin realized he wouldn't be able to get back to Kylo Ren without defeating her. He adjusted his wristbands, firing a rocket. The Jedi dodged the projectile, throwing another Force Push. The pilot flew back much farther this time, crashing into a petrified tree.

Falling to the ground, he landed in a heap. The wind was knocked out of him. Unable to recover, he felt a hand on his collar. The Jedi was stronger than she looked, able to lift him with her small frame. Stunned, Lin was left struggling to speak. He wondered if the beautiful woman was planning to kill him.

"Where did Sil Fett go?" Kayla asked, releasing him.

Lin gave her a bewildered look. He was afraid to move any of his aching muscles. From behind the Jedi, came an approaching speeder. Kayla felt a sudden disturbance in the Force. She backed away from Lin and ignited her blue lightsaber once more.

"Kriff. You need to leave, Jedi," Lin warned.

Kylo Ren came soaring thru the air. He used the Force to pull Lin's lightsaber to his hand. Landing with an overbearing strike, the green blade crossed paths with the blue one. After a quick series of parries, Kylo locked their blades together.

Smiling, Kylo Ren ran his eyes over Kayla's face. She struggled, holding her lightsaber in a deadly stalemate.

"Rey," he said, in a low voice. The taller man leaned into her, using his leverage.

Kayla's eyes shot open in surprise. Kylo Ren's expression changed. His sinister smile faded. The Sith Master noticed her jet-black hair and darker eyes. This young woman in front of him... wasn't Rey.

He gasped, pulling away from her. Kayla stumbled backward, pointing her saber at the Darksider. She felt a strange connection to this man, like she should know him but couldn't remember. It was a dangerous feeling that shook her to the bone.

"My light," he whispered between heavy breaths.

The imposing figure inched closer to her. Kayla was rattled by his presence and she quickly backed away. Kylo Ren angled the green saber behind him, not wanting to startle the girl further. His face was lost in thought, but his piercing eyes seemed to be putting the pieces together.

"Come here, my child," he spoke softly. Reaching out with his left hand, he smiled. "Your name is… Kayla." He spoke slowly, as if reading her thoughts.

"Named after your father," his voice cracked.

Kayla's heart raced. She swallowed a lump in her throat, feeling like she was in grave danger. There was a part of her that wanted to take the stranger's hand. This man was incredibly strong with the Force and the Dark Side enveloped him. The Jedi kept her lightsaber up, watching him move closer.

"Don't" she warned.

The Millennium falcon roared overhead with its ramp down. Luke fired the lower cannons at Kylo Ren. The Sith Master froze the deadly lasers in midair, stopping them with ease.

"Get in, Kayla," Luke said, using the Force. For the first time, she could hear him in her thoughts.

The Jedi jumped onto the ramp, turning to face Kylo Ren. Her father kept his eyes on hers, knowing that this was his daughter. He wanted to reach for her, but he couldn't let go of the blasters.

Kayla's eyes welled up, overcome with emotion. Looking at the tall figure wearing black, she felt it. "It's not possible," she said in a whisper. Her heart told her, this was Ben Solo. Only it wasn't Ben Solo anymore.

The Falcon flew into the afternoon sky. It's faint blue engines quickly faded away into nothing. Kylo Ren stood there, watching for a long time. Lin was close by, putting all the supplies back into the quad. Hopefully, he could get it running before nightfall.

"I just got my ass kicked by a girl," Lin said, scooping up the jetpack. "I'm fine by the way... oh, you sure you're okay, Lin?" He continued, having both sides of the conversation. "Thanks for saving my butt, Kylo Ren. Gee, thanks for getting me out of carbonite, quirky pilot!"

Standing stoically, Kylo Ren said nothing.

"You do realize the genie is out of the bottle now?" Lin asked, dusting himself off. His thoughts went back to the female Jedi. She's hot though, he admitted. Dangerous, but very hot.