Rey ground her hips down again, moaning into her own hand. She took more of him in this time, leaning forward and angling his cock perfectly.

"Fuck, Rey," Kylo hissed, grabbing her hips tighter. Kylo increased his movements, so their bodies lined up. The sound of their skin rubbing together echoed in the training hall. "You feel incredible," he purred. Rey cried his name into her hand again.

She leaned down and gave him a hard kiss on the lips. He groaned, as she bit his lower lip and pulled at his tank top. It stretched to the brink and started to rip, as Kylo cursed at her.

"Do you want me to walk back to our room, shirtless?" he growled.

"I want you... to limp back, aching for more." She panted. Rey bucked harder into him and yanked the shirt up over his ears. The Jedi balled and tossed it to the side.

"Fuck me, Master. Show me the ways of the Dark Side," she challenged. The words alone, nearly made him spill into her there.

Kylo reached for her nipples with one hand and guided her hips into him with the other. She panted his name in response, repeating like a mantra.

"I said, cover your mouth, Rey." He ordered, giving her a light spank along her backside.

The Jedi Master whimpered and obeyed. Rey lost herself in the moment and arched her back, surrendering to his pace. Kylo pinched her hardened nipples and let out a deep groan as he did.

"You're so wet for me." He felt her impending climax. Rey's walls clenched around him, pulsing with trembling shocks. "I can't believe you're this tight. Listen to that sound, Rey.

Our bodies... sliding together. We need to fuck more often," he teased.

"Ah," she cried.

"More than once a day," he breathed, finding her other breast and pulling the neglected nipple.

Rey lost the ability to form whole sentences, concentrating on that special feeling. She would have told him where to stick it, but he already was. Instead she dragged her fingernails down his chest and torso, leaving a reddened trail. Kylo jerked with the pain, squeezing both hands into her thighs and ass. His long fingers, gripping her flesh greedily.

He gave her a sharp slap this time and the Jedi cried out. The heat of his palm struck her core and he timed a second one, perfectly. Her cheeks turned red and sizzled from his spanks.

Rey's hand wasn't enough to stifle her cries. Not with Kylo possessing her like this. The Jedi Master was getting loud again.

"What did I tell you, Rey?" he growled. "I said…"

"Shut up!" Hanna yelled into the mirror. Her hair was damp and wavy from the extended shower. She could spend hours in the fresher, scrubbing her skin pink. There wasn't enough soap and hot water in the galaxy to get that feeling off her.

Sometimes she'd bury her head into her knees, letting the water wash his filth from her soul. It was all she could do not to call out. Especially for Kayla. Hanna despised the Jedi Order, but this was her sister. A card he dangled over her; leverage that she resented.

He couldn't have Kayla, too. She swore to herself, as Hanna always did when the subject came up.

It had been forty-one days since her Master last invaded her mind. Each time was a violation. She was left sullied and desperate; angry at the entire galaxy. This was the sum of her existence, serving an insatiable monster. And it would only get worse, once he had a virile body to claim.

She used to keep track of her 'free' days by cutting into things. Making tallies in the side of a ship's hull, or ripping into the edges of whatever cloak she procured. Hanna slid on four thin bracelets over her right wrist. They were shiny and black but had tiny crystals that she could add and subtract. It was less destructive than carving into something; it gave her some semblance of control this way. Counting tiny crystals was, at times, the only thing that kept her sane.

Hanna adjusted all the beads to the right, securing the tiny chrome stoppers to hold the configuration. Her Master had been awake, off and on, for several hours. Sometimes he'd be conscious for days and she would never sleep as a result. The thought of him awake for a week, made her shiver in disgust.

She long for the power to march into his chamber and remove his beating heart.

The young woman was afraid; terrified of the consequences of failure. It kept her in line and obedient, but even she had her limits. It was something Master Skywalker loved about her; twisting her will while sensing her defiance. A little game that only he enjoyed playing.

Staring at the mirror one last time, Hanna narrowed her eyes.

"I said that I would take care of it!" she yelled, listening to the faint, hissing whispers in her mind. Hanna could feel a slithering, boney finger tracing her jaw. It felt vile and real enough. She bellowed in frustration again, much louder this time. The mirror in front of her exploded, bursting into jagged shards. The Force shook the entire fresher. She breathed raggedly, anger boiling over.

Pain, she thought, holding onto the feeling.

There was no way her motley crew didn't overhear the outburst. Not that she cared. They knew better than to check on her when she was like this.

Hanna quickly got ready and stormed off her ship. Her crew watched their Lady Shade leave, wishing they could escort her.

"Have the ship refueled and resupplied by the time I get back!" Hanna shouted over her shoulder.

She marched into the underbelly of Coruscant. The young woman hadn't been on this planet in months, but she'd recognize the poor air quality and stench—even if she was blindfolded.

The seemingly endless rows of skyscrapers played psychological games with the lower classes. Life was harsher towards the surface levels. Something about being in darkness; constantly in the shadows of expensive buildings, played with the people here. With barely any sky and zero sunlight, the conditions were perfect for a desperate and susceptible population of recruits. The kind of people that the troubled young woman needed. The kind of people, a Force user could control, even from great distances and long absences.

Hanna was known there, as Lady Shade. And everyone took notice, immediately getting out of her path.

Lady Shade was to be feared, at the very least. So, Hanna didn't bother bringing her crew along. They weren't needed here. Her long legs and hips moved with purpose, almost challenging someone to get up the nerve to hit on her. She felt like inflicting pain on the next person that spoke up.

A large man standing outside a pub noticed her right away. His biker gang, clearly new to the area, whistled at the dark-clad beauty. They encouraged their leader—the largest of the bunch—to step forward and introduce himself.

He inserted his wide frame and pig-shaped nose in her path.

"You lost, sugar?" He growled, shoving a toothpick in his mouth and eyeing her long legs. Her thigh high, black boots were shiny and distracted him. "Me and my boys have piles of credits.

Plenty of death sticks, too."

Hanna's lips curled. She reached behind her waist and in a swift move, ignited her lightsaber.

The green blade sprang out, instantly burning off his ear. The man blinked for a second, feeling the searing heat on his thick neck and head. His beady eyes widened and he cried out in agony.

Hanna held her blade steady, smirking a little.

"You must be new here," she hissed rhetorically. "Is that your crew over there?" Hanna asked, giving a sharp nod to the biker gang.

The snout-faced man whimpered. His crew looked just as frightened, never seeing a lightsaber or Force user, up close before.

"Lady Shade." A voice bellowed from down the alley. A seven-foot-tall man pushed his way through the crowd. He wore a variation of Mandalorian chest armor and a chromed out spaulder. The mismatched armor didn't quite work together, but he was so formidable, that no one would dare question him about it. His arms had intricate charcoal tattoos, from outer rim tribes.

"Is this maggot bothering you?" Commander Zel asked in a deep voice. He towered over the sniveling gang leader. Zel had bronzed skin and came from a much hotter system. His black hair was done up in a small ponytail, which framed his high cheekbones.

"Indeed. But I will handle this." Hanna replied, shifting her eyes to her Commander.

"You...bitch," The snout-face stuttered as the green blade burned against his neck. Hanna was careful to inch the lightsaber tortuously closer; instead of jumping straight to disfigurement. Just as she was debating the pig's fate, her commander stepped in.

Infuriated by the insult, Zel reached for his back and removed his modified Z6 riot baton. The handle was twice as long and had energized prongs on each end. In one quick movement, Zel cranked the weapon to life and gave the pig-nose man an electric uppercut. The biker sailed through the air, crashing into the neon sign above the pub. The sign sparked wildly and shorted out from the impact.

"My apologies, Lady Shade. Respect must be taught; as you once taught it to me." Zel extended his hand to her and then pointed toward the alley. The gesture made the stunned crowd part instantly, clearing a path.

Hanna nodded and walked past the onlookers. She couldn't help but smile, remembering her first interaction with the notorious Zel. She slashed an "H" into his chest with her lightsaber, teaching him a valuable lesson. From that moment, he was hopelessly devoted to her.

The Commander gave the gang a long, threatening look. They scrambled, fleeing into the bar for cover. Zel turned back and took long strides to catch up with Hanna.

As they both slipped into the darkened alley. A loud thud, followed by an even louder crashing sound, came from the bar behind them.

"Some lessons you only learn once," Hanna said with a deep laugh.

"What is it, my child?" Leia asked, her wide grin fading. She and Luke were close to each other, catching up on a bench. The General worried that perhaps Kayla overheard her crass joke.

Luke's red face was recovering from a fit of laughter when Kayla walked up to them. He took one look at his former padawan and sobered up.

"We can't talk here," Kayla said, gravely. "I've felt Hanna...in a way I can't explain. We have a Force Bond and I'm seeing more than I'd care too," she admitted.

Luke cleared his throat. "Let's move inside," he said, helping his sister up.

The aging Jedi Master ushered them into one of the empty meditation chambers. It was a dark, round room, with comfy padded mats. As they moved toward the center, a faint glow of rim lights, brightened the perimeter walls.

Luke and Leia eased their old bodies onto the soft mats.

"Kriff, you don't have chairs?" Leia complained.

"No cursing in the meditation room," Kayla replied, taking a position in between them. She moved a mat with the Force and wedged it in the middle.

Leia opened one glaring eye, slightly annoyed by her granddaughter's comment.

Kayla had her eyes closed and grabbed both of their hands without asking. She inhaled slowly, holding her lungs full of air. She then exhaled slowly, setting herself at ease.

"Close your eyes and imagine the ceiling is a window," Kayla said, feeling the Force in the room. "The window is the Force and it may show us many things."

"The past," Luke interjected.

"The present." Kayla followed, triggering the visions to come forth.

"Okay…" Leia replied, a little uneasy with this part. The General had walked away from this path, in large, do to her Republic duties. Sometimes her Force sensitivity wasn't reliable as a result.

Luke remained silent, concentrating on the Force. He felt it flowing from Kayla in waves, binding him to her. His sister just needed to quiet herself. Leia was about to open her mouth when she felt it too. The old woman gasped.

Kayla projected her thoughts into the room, sharing everything she gleaned from Hanna.

At first, it was just words. The desperate thoughts of an estranged daughter, sister, and niece. Then a cloudy image of Hanna appeared. She was shouting at her reflection; a white towel wrapped around her chest. Hanna lost control and the mirror shattered.

The vision changed and Hanna was suddenly much younger. Perhaps fifteen or so. It was around the age they thought she died.

"Why are you doing this to me?" Hanna pleaded from her knees. She felt her hair being yanked down, forcing her to bow. The young woman stifled a sob, feeling the cold cement on her forehead. Kayla could feel it too, sharing the pain in her ponytail. It was beyond depraved.

A chilling cackle erupted over Hanna's pleas. The disembodied, pitchy voice gave Kayla goosebumps. She was sure that Hanna must be reacting the same way, to the sinister voice.

"To make you stronger, I must tear you down first. Like a wildfire across the withering forest. It's the family motto. A wonderful curse," the dark voice hissed.

Kayla strained but could not see who was speaking.

The vision swirled again and Hanna stood over a dead body; her first life taken. She sliced the victim in half, along the waist. Bending down, she stuck two fingers into a dark pool of blood.

She dragged a finger down the middle of each cheek.

"Well done... Lady Shade." the same voice hissed.

Kayla gasped, wanting to reach out for her sister.

Then the vision changed once more.

Hanna was fully grown, wearing all black from head to toe. Her silky hair had a slight wave to it, coming down past her shoulders. She always looked great with it down.

She was talking to a large man, decked in armor. He was about a foot taller than she was, practically dwarfing her. This was rather rare to see; even as a young teenager, Hanna was taller than most men. They both overlooked a guardrail, to an expansive warehouse.

The warehouse floor was filled with men and women, training. They fought hand to hand, with staffs, Z6 Batons, and blasters. There was a flurry of activity. So much that Kayla, Luke and Leia couldn't take it all in.

"Soldiers," Kayla whispered, estimating about three thousand combatants. "An invasion force."

"I need you to find someone. It won't be easy, he's Force-sensitive and while he doesn't look like it, the young man is a fighter." Hanna said, her sultry voice pulled the seven-foot man closer.

Hanna suddenly turned, feeling eyes on her. Searching frantically, her smoky gaze narrowed and scanned for a spy she was positive was there.

In a flash, the vision faded.

"Oh, Maker," Leia whispered, teary-eyed. "I never thought I'd see my Hanna again." The old General started to sob. "So beautiful and troubled," Leia choked.

Kayla grabbed her grandmother, wrapping her into a hug. Luke sniffled and inched toward them. He pulled both women into his chest, sighing as he did so. He knew his granddaughter was in danger and he wouldn't stand for it.

"We will find her," Luke said softly, kissing them both on the top of their heads.

"Lady Shade, is something wrong?" Zel asked, clearly alarmed. He reached back for his weapon, intent on killing anyone that may be eavesdropping.

Hanna's lips parted and she narrowed her vision straight ahead. She sensed a presence, but it wasn't her Master. Someone was there, but not in the physical sense.

"Never mind that," she said coldly, turning back to him. Her shimmering hair brushed her shoulders and gave off a lavender scent.

"Where was I?" Hanna asked, trying to look as though she wasn't perturbed.

"You need me to find someone, my Lady," he stated, giving her a warm smile. There was no denying that this tough, sometimes overbearing, commander of her Coruscant forces was completely enamored with her.

"Yes. His name is Lin Dameron. I've reached out to bounty hunters in the past and it wasn't enough to wrangle him in. He's dangerous... and that's putting it lightly. Do not underestimate him."

"Well, I am dangerous too, Lady Shade," Zel reminded her. His eyes glistened, more than happy to deliver her target.

She gave him a small, flirty smile in return.

"I need Lin Dameron alive and relatively unharmed. This will be difficult. I suggest you bring plenty of backup." Hanna stated, emphatically.

She turned to leave him and Zel cleared his throat.

"Yes?" Hanna asked, arching an eyebrow, but keeping her back to him.

"These men and women...they are loyal to you, Lady Shade. As am I. You give them purpose and value when the aristocrats would not."

Hanna turned enough to glance at him, using her peripherals.

"Your Master... I wouldn't hesitate if you decided—" Zel's voice trailed off and he looked down.

She suspected what he was about to say. At times, Hanna's eyes betrayed her. It was clear that the Commander would move against the base on Kupu, if it meant freeing her. It didn't need to be said, but it felt good listening to him struggling to find the right words.

Hanna felt her Master brush against her thoughts and she swallowed hard.

"I must leave, quickly," Hanna replied, her heart racing. And she was gone before he could finish the thought.

Kylo and Rey walked through the empty corridors of the Jedi Temple, knowing that they were late for Leia's meeting. There was a motive for her visiting, but the General didn't seem to be in a hurry to speak her mind—which was unusual.

Before turning the corner to head into the cartography room, Kylo grabbed Rey from behind. He wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled her back into him. His lips were inches from her tender neck when Rey spun him around and threw him into the wall. She was on him immediately, jumping up to meet his sore lips. He held her waist so she could deepen the kiss and take the control she desperately needed back. The Jedi's tongue slipped around his and she moaned in triumph. Her hands eagerly cupped around his jaw.

Rey broke away, just as Kylo lost himself, completely surrendering to the kiss. He looked at her, glossy eyed and puzzled, questioning why she pulled back. The Jedi leaned in to bite his lower lip and pull it aggressively.

"Rey," he groaned. She finally let go and dropped out of his arms.

"Mmm, Ben."

"I... ugh, you better go in first," Kylo said, unable to control the massive hard-on she inflicted on him.

The Jedi smirked and shook her head. "Is it ever enough for you?" She teased. "Not that I'm complaining." Rey pressed her body into his, giving his length one good pump with her fist. She backed away before Kylo knew what was happening.

"There's a hot spring near the Temple. We could visit it tonight," she whispered, leaving him there.

He pinched her ass, making her scamper into the meeting.

"There you are." Said Kayla, looking annoyed at her mother.

Leia, Finn, and Luke were already in the cartography room, waiting for Rey and Kylo Ren.

"Where is Kylo?" Luke asked suspiciously. He and Kylo hadn't spoken two words to each other since the dark warrior arrived. The Jedi Master had every reason to be vigilant around his nephew.

"We don't call him that here. And I gave Ben a task... to complete." Rey said, hoping she wasn't blushing too badly.

"Well, I don't want to step on Grandma's toes here, but I have some questions that need answering. If you're honest, it may help me find Hanna." Kayla said, looking at her mother and Finn respectively.

"Okay." Rey replied slowly, wondering where this was going.

"You've been keeping something big about Lin Dameron from me and I need to know what it is," the young Jedi stated.

Rey and Finn shot each other glances. Finn parted his lips but allowed Rey to jump in.

"I... I don't see what that has to do with Hanna," Rey replied.

"Well, if you weren't in the training room, beating up Ben Solo, you would have been available to see the shared vision I had about her," Kayla shot back.

"Perhaps... it's time for me to come clean, then," Leia said, after clearing her throat.

"We're all of the opinions that Hanna is trying to find Lin Dameron, presumably for some nefarious purpose." Leia looked around for confirmation.

"Yes," Kayla jumped in, avoiding her mother's gaze.

"Lin Dameron has been a spy for me for several years now," Leia admitted. "At least he was until he turned into a rogue asset."

"Come again?" Finn cut in, caught off guard by the disclosure.

"Yes. We recognized his talents early. His Force sensitivity, for one, although I kept that part from anything official." Leia swallowed hard.

Kayla tilted her head, giving her grandmother an incredulous look.

"He's been entirely out of line for the past ten months or so. But technically, he's been trying to complete the same mission for years." Leia continued.

"And that is?" Kayla asked. The young Jedi Knight would have refused to believe it if it wasn't coming from her grandmother's own lips.

"Rid the galaxy of the First Order," Leia replied.

"The First Order is gone," Finn interjected. This had been taken care of years earlier. He personally, led a dozen missions to make sure. But that didn't stem the deep seeded regret he had, regarding the rest of Lin's family.

"Yes, however, the Coalition made a lot of noise a few years ago," Leia said, ruefully. "For Lin, the war isn't over."

Finn and Rey exchanged awkward glances; their expressions didn't go unnoticed by Kayla.

"I'm afraid Lin is hunting down an old First Order super weapon," Leia looked down. "It's a weapon we've lost track of and I'm ashamed to say, I stopped looking for."

Kayla watched her grandmother carefully and stepped in. "If Hanna gets to the weapon first, it would be a catastrophe. Especially given what we know now."

"And what is that?" Rey interrupted.

"Hanna is serving someone we believe to be a Dark Sider. An abusive relationship, that has gone on since before she disappeared." Luke offered, finally throwing his thoughts into the mix.

"What kind of weapon are we talking about?" Rey asked.

"Leviathan." A voice came from behind them. Kylo Ren entered the room finally, circling the group and giving Kayla and Rey a long look.

"Though I can't be sure the project was ever completed. I defected before seeing it come to fruition," Kylo admitted.

"Great." Finn scoffed. The one time having Kylo Ren around might be useful.

"Is Lin trying to use the weapon? I don't understand that part." Kayla asked. She was more worried about the list of names he carried. Maybe he was looking for a more efficient solution.

"No." Kylo and Leia replied simultaneously.

"Lin is after something else. He wants to trade for it; come to an accord. He'll find and destroy Leviathan. In exchange, we hand over a special project. And that's what I came here to ask you about, son." With a pause, Leia sighed heavily.

"Lin wants us to hand over Checkpoint," she said gravely.

Kylo stiffened at the name. The room fell quiet and everyone looked at the Sith Master. Kylo shifted his gaze to Kayla and Rey.

"Checkpoint?" Kayla asked. What could that be?

"No. I won't allow it," Kylo Ren said. His nostrils flared at the thought.

A figure wearing a hooded cloak strolled up to the limestone steps, entering the Jedi Temple grounds. Two teenaged padawans stood guard on either side of the first entryway. The cloaked man walked past them but didn't get far before his hood got pulled back, over his head.

Lin was turned around in surprise, as one of the young padawans grabbed him by the shoulders.

"Who are you?" the Jedi asked, while the second one ignited his lightsaber and took a defensive form.

"Really? You boys don't watch the news or?" Lin asked, grinning sheepishly. "Oh, this is embarrassing for me—a little. Maybe if I wore my mask? And I have black armor... it's really cool."

"I asked you a question, you imposter." The padawan gripped him tighter.

Lin sighed, "Eh… diversion."

"What?" the Padawan replied. A split second later, a massive fireball erupted just beyond the Temple walls.

Both Jedi looked toward the blast, distracted. Lin spun out of the hold, flipping the first padawan onto his back. He fired his gauntlet net at the second knight, who tried to block the webbing with his lightsaber.

The net electrified, getting enough of the Jedi to drop him. Lin knelt down and punched the first teenager in the face, knocking him out cold.

"Sorry. There's something here that I need," the Hunter said while looking at his surroundings. He grabbed both unconscious bodies and dragged them into the bushes. "What do they feed you guys? Geez."

A group of younglings scurried past, but they didn't notice Lin by the ferns.

"Sleep tight boys," he patted one of them on the shoulder. "This time, we're on the same side."

Lin placed the hood back over his head. He could feel strong Force signatures nearby.

"Oh boy. Look's like the gangs all here. Can't back out now." Lin hurried up the next batch of steps, as several more Jedi walked right past him. They were too preoccupied with the commotion outside the walls to notice the stranger in their midst.

"You're in no position of authority here, Kylo Ren," Luke stated, getting annoyed rather quickly with his nephew.

Kylo held up his hand to silence the old man. It made the aging Jedi Master want to reach out and strangle his nephew.

"Lin Dameron," Kylo Ren said, turning around and detecting his former apprentice. A small smile crept over his lips.

"What about him?" Kayla snapped, just before the explosion went off near the courtyards. The rumble of the detonation woke her senses. "I feel him too," she gasped.

Rey shot her daughter a look, "How is it that you can sense Lin, Kayla?"

Kayla was already gone. She bolted from the cartography room, with her lightsaber in hand.

"No, wait!" Rey shouted, going after her daughter.

Finn looked at Kylo Ren for a moment, before chasing after both women.

"I can't let him get away," Kayla yelled back. Running with incredible speed, she left the others far behind.

Kylo looked at his mother and sighed. They hadn't really spoken much since he turned to the Dark Side and things were still awkward between them.

"Hmm. She wants to use Lin as bait... to lure Hanna here," he stated. Kylo wasn't sure if he approved of Kayla's impulsive plan. It was an interesting thought, yes.

"Well... whatever works," Leia said, coldly. The general wouldn't lose sleep over it.