AN: With the movie being less than a week away the excitement is overwhelming. Depending on how the plot is revealed I may change my direction with the story. Let's just hope that at least something works out, we'll see! Either way I'm stoked. Thank you very much for the reviews, faves and follows. Update: My plot is still intact so I will carry on. Modified this chapter just a bit too.

"Go back and wait for me. We will be leaving soon." He ordered curtly before returning to the main room.

Waiting until the footsteps disappeared Rey looked up and down the hallway to make sure she was alone. Reaching for her shoes she pulled apart the material revealing a hidden compact device. A communicator. Pressing down she waited for a signal, nothing. The shields, it made contact impossible.

She was shaking at this point; the time had come where her fate would be decided. Anything and anyone could be waiting for her once they arrived. Would she be interrogated for hours, enduring numerous attempts to break her spirit? There was a good chance that they knew more about her past than even herself. Clenching her fists she arrived back at the small room. Hopefully her new surroundings would be slightly upgraded. From a dank box to a roomy holding cell.

Everything was the same as when she left except now a clean set of clothes had been left neatly on the cot. Unfolding them she found a crimson black tunic with a sheet material near the collar, paired with this was a set of form fitting pants. Bleak and lifeless, much like the organization she was about to mingle with.

One side of her wanted to rip it all to shreds; the other side knew that she was in dire need of clean attire. Reluctantly she changed into the opposing uniform. Her reflection could be seen on the polished floor, a wave of sadness washed over. Staring down at the image she was met with a disheartening realization. This would surely be the greatest challenge of her young life. Living alone on Jakku all those years seemed less daunting now in comparison.

In the corner she spotted a pair of ankle high shoes not unlike the ones previously owned. Just as she was about to pick them up she had to keep herself from toppling over. The ship had begun to shake violently; everything was much louder than the first time. It wouldn't be long now, they were almost there.

Then out of the corner of her eye and through the window, a monstrosity was looming just ahead. It was enormous, unbelievable in its sheer mass. The overall appearance mimicked that of a large moon; its surface was dotted with thousands of lights. An opening in the side contained an intense orange glow; she had to squint from the intensity. They were now nearing the surface; soon entire fleets of TIE fighters could be seen packed inside. Constantly buzzing in and out of their nest. If this place was not here in front of her she would have never believed it. First came the fully restored Star Destroyers and now there is another revamped Deathstar. She doubted that any outsiders knew anything about this immense threat.

The Empire of the past was alive and well. Men like the one currently confining her are behind this new uprising, pulling the strings. What is the exact purpose, and why now? The peace that had been established three decades ago was now in grave danger of crumbling to pieces.

He was in the doorway, silently watching her. His presence had not yet been sensed. The First Order issued garment suited her nicely, so much better than the old rags.

"I see your appearance has improved greatly." He chided, stepping through the door.

Startled she turned around quickly, facing him with a defiant expression. His eyes met hers and for a brief moment she saw a faint hint of humanity. Those eyes betrayed his otherwise cold demeanor as they held conflicted emotions. Worry? Frustration? Could it be that he holds different motives than those of his colleagues? She still couldn't read him at all.

"Upon our arrival we will be meeting with a few of my top commanders, followed by a banquet welcoming our new guest." He flashed a cocky smile.

Obviously he must be of a high rank, one whose level of arrogance can only be obtained in such a manner. The taunting was geared towards him asserting himself but it wouldn't work on her so easily.

How she wished she could knock him out and make her escape. If he were a normal man it would be at least feasible. Unfortunately, he could easily lift a hand and send her across the room. Even if she did manage to land a hit, handfuls of soldiers would be awaiting her if she attempted it.

His arm went for the weapon attached to his belt; grabbing the hilt he ignited the fiery blade. It hummed and crackled in his grasp. At times it seemed so unstable she had no idea how it was kept under control and not just arching across the room.

"You've seen one before." It was not a question. He inspected the blade, waving it dangerously close to her.

"I've heard of them, who hasn't?" Her voice hinted at the nervousness that could not be pushed away. She knew how much others had sought for the last few sabers in existence. In truth they had recently tucked away one of the rarest. The original owner is actually still alive, but if they were going to have any hope of winning this fight he needed to make his return. If it got into the wrong hands…

"Your family has done well to keep you safe."

Her heart sank, he already knew.

"They have hidden items from the past so as to not expose you to danger." He leaned in, disengaging the lightsaber and stepping forward so that they were mere inches apart. "They have failed you. Your parents, are never returning."

No. How could he know?! After being left alone and living in that abandoned AT-AT all she had were recorded messages from her father…his face is just a blur. In the background she could hear her mother, weeping. She was apologizing over and over. Explained how it was for her safety, that others would be searching for her, that they would return when the time was right.

Anger flooded into her veins and she nearly fainted from the confirmation, the fact that she was waiting for the impossible. Most of the time she refused to dwell on it, there was little she could do. After a while the loneliness was just something she learned to deal with. Now it was all clear, maybe she had forced herself to forget.

That was the reason why she was now being taken to the First Order; they would seek to turn her against what she believed in. Draw out her anger only to be used for destruction. She was an asset to them, a tool.

Closing the gap between them he placed a hand on her back, she did not move away or flinch but instead stood frozen.

"There is much more for you than the life you have been given. I can show you that there is another path." He held much hope for this girl, the pain of abandonment was clear. With more information and the correct teachings, he would train her, make her complete.

Everything was hazy, she didn't know how long it would be until anyone found her…but if any more time passes, she may lose her mind. Perhaps if she could play along it would buy her much needed time. Not knowing how much was the problem.

Tears came, as best as she tried to prevent them from spilling over it hit her like a wall. Kneeling down to the floor she wept. Moments went by and he simply stood there. The floor shook for a minute and then came to a final rest.

He extended a gloved hand. "Come. There is much more for us to discuss."

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