Author's Note: No Bothuns were harmed in the making of this chapter.
Rey's supply run was fine. Tedious, even. Obviously, Rey was grateful she and Chewie got the equipment back to base without any trouble, however, she also had a long time alone in her own mind. She kept watch in the cockpit on the way back, keeping an eye on the status of the Falcon, but mostly staring at the now-familiar blue patterns of hyperspace stream past the viewport. In her new life, she noticed some people couldn't stand the quiet. On this trip, Rey was beginning to understand that. She was used to being alone, but she didn't like being alone with the worry. She wondered about Master Luke, and if anyone had found another option to save the residents of Mygeeto. She also wondered what Leia thought was going on in her... personal life. All in all, Rey disliked being full of nervous energy but with nowhere to direct it.
It was a relief when they came out of hyperspace and she had to focus first on landing the Falcon, then on unloading. As Rey was using the Force to help her navigate the largest piece of equipment off the ship without a scratch, Chewie remarked, "When this is all over, you should consider opening a shipping business - this is a thousand times better than load lifters."
Rey just laughed in reply.
After they got all of the equipment to the medical wing - which was coming more and more to resemble a proper laboratory - an impressive feat for just a couple of days, the technicians quickly shoed Rey and Chewie out of the room. They turned down Rey's offer of help with set-up and she was left with a few minor non-essential tasks and nothing to ward off the jumpy anticipation she was feeling.
Rey tried to finish her mission report - there was a good chance no one would ever read it - and eventually gave it up as the words on her data console ran together on the screen. Instead she turned to meditation practice, using the Force to observe the others around the base. She found it easier to focus than usual, as the exercise allowed her to see what was going on without pacing and hovering and generally getting in the way of the real work.
Master Luke had said Rey's abilities were improving. She was now to the point where sensing moods was easy and she could occasionally hear snatches of conversation nearby. As she reached out, the first thing she noticed was the sheer number of people who felt like she did. It made sense; everyone on base knew it was only a matter of time before they would be called into action, but for now it was the calm before the storm: no flurry of activity but the air practically crackled with electricity. Rey focused, determined to hear what she could and quickly latched on to a heated argument nearby.
"Your analysis is inconclusive!" said one participant, "We can't send out a team based on conjecture, it's not -"
"Your mother is inconclusive," someone else cut in, "but my analysis is better than the giant heap of nothing your team has turned up!"
"Both of you calm down. Whipple, you're of no use to anyone if you start another fistfight. Can we get some more caf over here?"
This was probably happening in Intelligence. In the two days since the Resistance had heard of the biological attack, Intelligence had been doing their best to locate the antivirals, but to no avail. Rey doubted any of them had been allowed to sleep in that time.
She heard a familiar voice and latched on to that conversation. It was Poe, "Look we all hate waiting, but there is nothing worse than sitting in there all keyed-up until you're exhausted by the time we actually see some action. Nine times out of ten we get ready to go and nothing comes of it, so sit your ass down at that Sabaac table. Just don't sit next to Hirza because she will look over your shoulder."
Meanwhile, Leia commed flight control to ask for an update on Master Luke's whereabouts, and Rey perked up.
Suddenly Rey's consciousness was wrenched in another direction and she saw Kylo Ren on the floor at the feet of a figure she couldn't see clearly. Kylo was writhing in agony and voice boomed, "Have I made myself clear?"
In the background, an alarm wailed and Rey's vision faded to black.
Rey found herself curled in the fetal position on the floor of her quarters, and she could still hear the alarm. slowly she came to realize it was the alarm on the resistance base, and a voice was calling over the intercom, "All personnel to your stations. We have a target. Repeat. We have a target."
Author's Note: The equipment Rey picked up on the Falcon is called a technosome (it's an artificial ribosome that allows you to synthesize large quantities of any protein. You have to purchase special add ons if they protein needs any special post production folding or modification ). Fiction is my wish fullfilment, and real machine like that would be so cool!