Zavroc Welleck was a Twi'lek, like his servant. Which wasn't surprising considering the planet had been settled first by Twi'leks years ago.

He wore expensive closing, with his lekku decorated in jewelry adorned with warm gems meant to compliment his red skin.

If Rey wasn't going to be perfectly honest, he wasn't what she had expected.

Zavroc greeted Leia like an old friend with a kiss on the cheek, and lead them towards the back of his casino into a more private room. It was full of short tables and couches, which he invited them to take a seat on.

"My dear Princess. I cannot express how wonderful it is to see you alive and well." His voice was soft and strange to Rey, coated in a thick accent she only partially recognized. "May I offer you a drink?"

Leia was the first to take a seat, and also took the drink the blue Twi'lek girl from the previous night offered her. "It is good to see you as well, Zavroc."

Rey couldn't say no when the girl offered her a drink as well before moving on to Poe. Both of them decided against taking a seat.

"I am so sorry for making you wait. We were not expecting you so soon when you said you had a separate matter to take care of first." Zavroc paused to take a sip of his own drink. "From what you tell me, your Resistance is in dire need of some assistance? If it weren't for what you told me of this Jedi, I would think the First Order was about to win."

Leia frowned and sighed, placing her drink on the table before her. "We are in dark times, of that I am sure. But we have not lost yet. There is still hope."

Zavroc hummed and nodded. "I am, of course, more than willing to help. I have plenty of reasons to hate the First Order. I have ships and men ready to fight for you. However… Not everyone shares my optimistic views. Many of them believe the Jedi you speak of to be Luke Skywalker, and they all agree that he is not coming back."

Rey saw Poe straighten as if to say something, but as usual, Leia interrupted him. "They are correct. My brother is never coming back. We are placing our faith in a new Jedi." She waved her hand to motion to Rey, who stepped forward reluctantly. Part of her still felt strange taking on the name of Jedi.

Zavroc studied her for a moment, then stood and walked towards her. "Forgive me, but you don't look like a Jedi. Something in your eyes tells me you are untrained…"

"Rey." She had a feeling he was asking her name by trailing off. He wasn't wrong though. She was untrained. Somehow, Rey would have to convince him she could defeat the First Order. Which would be difficult since she doubted it herself.

Rey reached to her back where she'd changed the holsters for her sabers, deciding it would be more effective there. They unhooked with a click and she acticated them as she brought them forward to show him.

Zavroc did not seem as impressed as she had hoped. "Anyone can hold a lightsaber, dear. My men need more proof to convince them."

He was asking her to use the force. Rey glanced at the expectant eyes of Leia and Poe. Even the Twi'lek girl was watching curiously.

The force only seemed to cooperate her when the need was dire, or when her emotions ran rampant. It was something Rey often chastised herself for. She needed to get a hold of her emotions. Contain them so the force would move through her in a more controlled manner. So it wasn't just random outbursts of power like all the times before.

Control. Breathe. Trust the force.

All lessons Ben had taught her.

Rey took a deep breath, and focused on a couch on the other side of the room. She placed her sabers back in their holster, and lifted a hand towards the couch. It rose from the ground steadily, lifting a few feet and hovering before she put it back down delicately. Not flicked violently like Unkar's ship. Not jerked harshly like the maintenance door on Hoth. Controlled and slow. Lifted and placed down delicately.

Pride swelled up in her chest. That was the best she had ever done with her control of the force.

Zavroc seemed pleased as well. He let out a happy laugh and clapped his hands together. "It is true! Leia you have found a Jedi who can end the war at last! Now that I have seen this I know I can tell my men with the most confidence. They will listen now, I'm sure of it. Now, where should I…"

Rey let Zavroc's voice fade from her senses as other thoughts overcame her.

All lessons Ben had taught her. He had helped her more than anyone. More than even Luke.

And yet it wasn't his training that she thought of. It was the events of their most recent moment together. The thought of him kissing her made her cheeks burn, but oddly enough, even that wasn't the focus of her thoughts.

It was like their intimate moment had awakened something between them. Something that strengthened the bond and for a second, brought him into her reality.

Rey's eyes drifted to General Organa and narrowed in thought.

They hadn't spoke after she appeared in the room. Rey had gotten dizzy afterwards and nearly collapsed. The entire remainder of the night had been a blur.

Still, she remembered the urgent expression on Leia's face, and how she stared at where Ben stood despite the fact that she shouldn't have been able to see him. And how he stared back.

Rey knew Leia was force sensitive. Had the bond become so strong that she could feel Ben's presence even though she wasn't a part of it?

And the biggest question was, would this work the opposite way? If something more happened between them, could she end up trapped on one of the First Order's ships?

Would he protect her?

"General. Sorry to interrupt." There was a concerned expression on Poe's face. "We need to leave. Finn just told me they see war ships in the sky. I don't know how, but the First Order has found us."

Almost as soon as he said that, Rey felt a familiar ripple in the force, and turned towards the door.

"Kylo Ren."

A/N: Well that was a short but difficult to write. But it laid down the foundation for Chapter 11, which should definitely be interesting!

I'm excited! Thank you for all the support! It really helps me keep motivated to write :D

-Ash