Hey, KiereSolo here!

Sorry it took me so long to update. School has been crazy, okay? And I've been sick. Really the only thing I've done has been reading & watching movies! (& homework) I'll try to update when I can!

Also, sorry about the weird and sometimes clumpy dialogue in here... I tried!

I'll also try to add in other POVs than just Leia and Rey!


Normally, she was calm under pressure. A General in the Resistance-long ago the Rebellion- had to be. But she had never felt anger such as this before Hatred such as this before and towards her son. It was too much. Entirely too much.

As a result of her screaming, one of the sentries entered the cell where she was being held. He (or she) peered down at her, and she could only imagine the sneer that was on his (or her) face,

"Be quiet, rebel scum! We have orders to sedate you if necessary. Though you'll probably just scream about that too." Leia fumed, her bout of screaming over,

"Is that the worst you can do to me? I'm not afraid. I know the extent of your resources." This was a lie, "You cannot- and will not- intimidate me! You can tear me down, cut me down limb from limb, but I will never give anything away. I will never betray my friends."

The trooper just stared at her, then motioned for the other one to step forward,

"Bring the means of sedation. I think the prisoner need to be taught a lesson." Despite the fact the troopers tone teased at an inhumane kind of punishment, Leia held her ground and refused to show any expression or any fear. The stormtrooper left and came back with a small device. At first, it didn't look that bad. Not compared to the Empire's interrogation droids. Then, of course, the stormtrooper activated the device. It crackled with what looked like an unhealthy amount of concentrated electricity. But it couldn't be too powerful. The First Order wouldn't get rid of such a valuable bargaining chip. And if they did, then they needed to rethink their methods.

Still, she reasoned it would only take about 3 or 4 blows from the device and she'd be out cold, or at least severely injured. Add that onto the abdomen wound she had sustained earlier… Leia knew that spelled trouble.

Still, she wouldn't give in. Ever. And if they killed her, then let them kill her. That way, nobody she cared about would get hurt or killed again,

"I didn't know they let stormtroopers," she spat the word as if it were an insult. (though in some ways it was) "handle the torturing of prisoners. Are they not worried that you'll mess it up?" She scoffed,

"I always thought the First Order was content to have you as their slaves!" She gritted her teeth as the device connected with her left arm.

"We do not have to take this abuse, General," one of the troopers spat, "in here, we control YOU! Not the other way around!"

"Then maybe you should go back to the Academy! I'm not scared yet!" She promised herself she would hold her ground as the device was thrust into her abdomen. She winced in pain, and, reminding herself she was doing this for her friends and for Han, held back a scream.


It didn't take long after the Falcon had landed for Rey to become frantic. The hyperdrive was busted (again), the fuel cell had ruptured, and the radio wasn't working, as the radar had been broken off. The comlink she had received from the Resistance was working, but she could only actually contact other people when she was on a ship or planet with a working radar. Which meant either she got the radio working or they would die stuck on miserable… Ilum.

Rey looked at Chewie,

"I know you've probably gotten tired of me ordering you around, but we are going to have to work together if we're ever going to get off of this stupid ice planet!" She sighed thinking of the problems she and the rest of the crew would have to solve. She then sighed again, remembering the fact that it was her fault (sort of) that one of the Resistance's most valuable assets was stranded on some backwater ice planet with almost no means of escape,

"And I do not fancy dying here! I wanted to see green… not white!"

Chewie growled in reply,

"Arrgh grawrr rawr?"

"I suppose so. I can fix the leak, and patch up the fuel cell easily, but the radio and hyperdrive are beyond me. I thought the only problem had been that stupid compressor. Anyways, no radio means no help. We fix the radio, we can get anything we need."

"Rawrr argh grawrr, arr grawrr?"

"That's great! While you're fixing the radar I can patch up the fuel cell and the coolant tank, and then when you're done we can both check out the hyperdrive." She glanced towards the back of the cockpit and out into the corridor, "As for Luke… maybe he can help me with the fuel cell. He's a great mechanic right?"

"Awrr." Chewie shrugged,

"Okay, thanks Chewie." She smiled at him as he left the cockpit to go work on furthering their communication. Chewbacca was beginning to grow on her, as Han had, and as Luke had yet to do.

She continued to look on as he went off to gather spare parts to… start constructing the radio?

For all of her experience, Rey wasn't that skilled in building things. She'd never had to be. On Jakku, all she'd needed to know was how to take things apart, put them back together, and look out for herself because nobody was going to do it for her. She'd learned that the hard way. When she'd first arrived on Jakku, life with Unkar Plutt had been hard. She'd learned from him that trust should be earned, not bought. It was also from him that she learned that in order to stay alive, she had to know when to show no mercy. That when someone pushed you, you punched back.

Now, with those thoughts in mind, she seethed. Not only had the First Order disrupted her life, but they had hurt the one's she loved the most. The only friends she'd ever been able trust indefinitely. They, or Kylo Ren specifically, had tried to kill her, and had almost succeeded in killing Finn. She fought back tears as she left the cockpit, and walked into the main chamber of the Falcon to see Luke sitting at the dejarik table… almost… waiting for her.

"Oh! Hello, Mister Skywalker. I was wondering-" He smiled,

"If I could help you with the ship?"

"Yes… I thought, and Chewie thought, that it would be easier if all three of us worked on the Falcon at the same time. Then maybe we could meet Leia sooner." He smiled again at the mention of Leia,

"Of course. I would love to help out. The Falcon used to be like a second home to me. I gathered from the warning lights that the fuel cell is ruptured?"

Rey nodded, surprised that he was being so talkative. After all, they'd only just met about an hour and a half ago. Either way, she shrugged it off and proceeded to walk to the engine room. She counted herself lucky that Chewie, Luke, and herself were even still alive. It was a wonder that the cell itself hadn't exploded, and the ship with it. There was so much gas leaking from the cell that Rey and Luke had to wear masks just to be within 15 feet of it.

"How did we not notice this?" Rey asked.

"We were most likely too caught up in not losing our lives to notice."

"Yeah, most likely." She reached for the Harris wrench before looking over at Luke, "You mentioned the Falcon was like a second home to you. How so?"

"Most of my missions with the Rebellion were spent on this ship. With Chewie, and Han, and… Leia." She noticed again how his voiced halted at the mention of the General.

"Did you and Leia have past together? I noticed how your voice always seems to crack at the mention of her." He looked surprised that she had asked that question.

"A relationship? Well, no… not really. Leia is my sister."

"Your sister?! But that makes no sense! You're Luke Skywalker, your father is Anakin Skywalker, and she's an Organa! You're a Jedi… she's a General! It makes no sense! How could I not have known you were related?" Rey just couldn't grasp her mind around it. She had heard Leia talk about Vader… about Anakin Skywalker… about her own father… with so much hate. The same way Kylo Ren had regarded his own father. She cursed herself for not connecting the dots sooner, it had all been there! "Oh. I see now. But that would mean that Kylo Ren is your nephew, right? Which means… is that why you ran away from home?" Rey realized that she had been rude,

"Oh, sorry for prying."

"That's okay. A little knowledge never hurt anyone. Speaking of which, Rey, where do you come from? I noticed you speak Shyriiwook, not many humans can. And your ability to fly the Falcon is amazing! Who taught you those things?"

Rey noticed he had avoided her earlier questions, but she decided to ignore it. (She had been kind of rude.)

"I actually don't know. It's just always come naturally to me. I was left on Jakku when I was only 5 years old, and everything has just made sense to me. Ships... languages… survival… they're all like instincts I have. Like I learned them somewhere… but I just don't know where." She looked up from working on the cell to see Luke's surprised face,

"You were abandoned on Jakku?"

"Yeah, but I learned how to survive, eventually. I had too. Your reaction is similar to many people's, they can never believe any loving parents could do such a thing. Some people thought that my parents abandoned me. But I know that they were coming back."

"How?"

"I remember them. They're one of the things I do remember. Not their faces… or their voices… I just remember a man telling me he would come back, and not to worry because nobody would hurt me. I'm certain he's not dead. I would have felt it." Luke's brow furrowed,

"Felt it?"

"Yeah, like when Han died. Whenever I meet new people… I can sort of… feel them, and know that they're there. They're like a little warm light tugging at my brain, and when they die, or get hurt, or anything, the light flickers, and I'll just know." She glanced up to see Luke's bewildered face. "Sorry, I know I sound crazy. But, it's the truth."

"It's not crazy… not crazy at all."

"OK….well… anyway, can you hand me that tool on the left over there?"

"I'd be happy to."

And with that, they continued to work silently. As they proceeded with patching the cell, Rey pondered why he'd wanted to know so much about about her. Most likely for conversation, and to know her better. But she sensed that it was for some other reason. Maybe he'd somehow known about the force she apparently had in her? He was a Jedi. She smiled at herself, thinking about how she was sounding more and more like some devout force-user. She remembered learning about the Jedi and the Sith so long ago, and she thought about when she had first learned that she had powers like that.

Her smile fell as she remembered her battle with Kylo Ren. And the fact that he had killed his own father. And the fact that he had once been a Jedi. She hoped she never used her power like that. To kill someone she loved… or... once loved. She turned around, beginning to ask Luke a question,

"Do Jedi kill people?" Before she realized that he had left without her noticing. She left the newly-fixed fuel cell, to venture after him."Mister Skywalker? Luke?"

Eventually she reached the main room of the Falcon and saw Luke seated at the Dejarik table, head in hands.

"Luke? Mister Skywalker?" She walked closer, "Are you okay?" He glanced up at her.

"Yes. In fact, I'm better than okay!"

"Did you fix the hyperdrive? That would mean we could get away… you could see Leia…"

"No… no… nothing like that, it's the planet!"

"So… you found food? Shelter? We're not going to die? Because there are only a few rations…"

"No the planets force-presence."

"Force-presence?"

"Yeah the planet's signature in the force. Everybody has one, though some people and planets have exceptionally strong ones."

"Oh, well, what about it?"

"It's so unbelievably high… that I think I can sense kyber crystals!"

"And, what are those?"

"They're the crystals that power lightsabers. They give them their energy."

"What's that got to do with anything? We need to try to fix the hyperdrive, and I finished patching up the fuel-"

"I have to find the crystals. This planet could have answers, and I'm willing to bet the First Order will find us, especially if they found us on Ach To. And if there are secrets here… then I must find them first." She felt there was another reason he wanted to go, but she didn't press him. She simply got mad.

"But you can't go! I can't fix the hyperdrive on my own! And Chewbacca can't help because he's outside! Don't you want to help me? And General Organa or Skywalker or whatever? Your sister!? She sent me to help you so you could help the Resistance!"

"I must go. It is my duty."

"No! Your duty is to help you friends and family! They need you! They need your help! You can't just walk away… they could die because of you!"

"This is my duty as a Jedi. And as a Jedi, I cannot put the galaxy in jeopardy. If there are any secrets about the past of the Jedi here, then I must find them before the First Order does."

"That's not aiding the galaxy! That's delaying our getting to the rendezvous point! That's leaving the Resistance weaker for longer!

"I'm sorry, Rey, but I cannot leave here. The Force willed us to crash here, and now it wills us to stay. All is as the Force wills it." He seemed genuinely sorry, but Rey didn't care.

"But I risked my life to find you! So did Chewie and Han! We were all trying to save you! Aren't Jedi supposed to be loyal, and brave, and selfless?! You need to help me and Chewie fix the ship so we can leave! We can't just desert our friends! They're counting on you! Please, Luke…" Rey was on the verge of crying. She'd traveled so far… she, and the Resistance… the entire galaxy… needed him! And he didn't want to help! "You left Ach To so fast! I thought you wanted to help!"

"I'm sorry… but… I can't." Rey watched as he abruptly left to leave, without even going to find Chewbacca and tell him where he was going. Rey listened as the hangar doors opened and Luke left.

"Whatever." Rey muttered to herself, collecting tools to start tinkering with the hyperdrive, "Let him freeze. He's the idiot who wants to go on some stupid adventure in sub-zero temperatures. See if I ever consider him my friend again!"