"Your lightsaber," Kylo Ren said, looking at the sword that belonged to the Skywalker lineage. Rey was suddenly worried he was going to take it back. Instead, Kylo took Rey's hands in his and searched her eyes.
"Rey, it belongs in the family," Kylo said, wishing he had more time. He had a question on the tip of his tongue but the moment wasn't quite right. The Resistance was fighting to infiltrate the ship. They wanted to take the love of his life away from him. The Sith Lord wasn't going to let that happen.
Kylo spent years searching for Rey. Being away from her, filled him with emptiness and drove his obsession. He travelled to countless systems and threatened so many people. Every opportunity the young knight received, he took advantage of. He believed she would be found with Luke, learning the basics.
His uncle knew that two Jedi were easier to find than one. The Jedi master hid Rey on a junkyard, making sure Kylo Ren would never find her.
Rey stared into his dark eyes, understanding everything he had gone through. She felt alone every night on Jakku. She realized Kylo must have been feeling lonely as well.
Considering all of this, Rey lost her voice. What Kylo was saying, or about to say, made her nervous. He was going to ask for her hand in marriage. It caught her off completely off guard and she froze.
Running out of time, Kylo had to go to work. He had to slay and inflict his will on her friends. Her lover would do terrible things, so they would never be apart again. Rey stood there speechless, watching him run out the med bay doors.
Rey snapped out of her memory, pulling on the controls to the stolen shuttle. Her heart was racing and she straightened herself, sitting up. The Jedi could feel Finn and Poe lurking in the background. Finn wanted to come in and speak with her, but he wisely chose to give her some space.
The trio were headed to a deserted planet to meet up with Luke Skywalker and ditch the shuttle. Rey pulled the First Order ship out of hyperspace, seeing the small planet come into view.
She didn't know what she was going to say to Luke, or any of them for that matter. The connection she had with Kylo Ren was a difficult thing to explain. What they shared and how she felt... went against Jedi teachings. Rey worried that Luke wouldn't instruct her anymore and that he may go into seclusion again. The frightening thing was that her connection with Kylo Ren felt disjointed. It was prickly and unstable; buzzing her ears like an insect.
Poe cleared his throat and gave Rey a gentle nod.
"I can take over, if you want." The dashing pilot slipped into the seat next to hers. He gave Rey a warm smile.
Finn kept an eye on them, wishing he was out of the stormtrooper uniform. It cut into his neck and didn't fit him properly. He forgot how suffocating the armor was. The uniforms felt like their own brand of brainwashing, meant to breed compliance and squash individuality.
Thinking about Kylo Ren made him want to kick the helmet at his feet. Finn wondered what feelings Rey had developed for her captor. It left him jealous and sick to his stomach. He stopped himself from acting out, hearing Rey and Poe speak quietly.
"I know what I saw and I know you need space," Poe said gently.
Rey swallowed hard. She really didn't want to talk about what had happened.
"You're with friends again. You're with family and that's what matters," Poe smiled, looking at her sparkling eyes. Rey did her best to smile in response.
"Everything else... we'll figure out. You don't have to do it alone," Poe said.
Poe didn't know Rey that well, but she was his friend. The trusty pilot detested Kylo Ren and honestly had hard time picturing them together. However, Rey's love sick demeanor said it all.
He wasn't in any position to pass judgement on someone else's love life.
Finn listened the conversation and clenched his jaw. Poe was right, he realized while walking towards the cockpit. Rey wasn't alone in this. Finn would always be there, no matter what.
"Hey," Finn said, looking down at Rey.
"Hey, Finn," Rey replied, feeling a little better.
"So… did Poe tell you about General Organa's new assistant?" Finn asked, grinning at his friends.
"No," Rey said, smirking at the copilot. Poe turned red and squinted at Finn. His best friend was subtly reminding him not to "cozy up" to Rey too much.
"Alena has this thing for arrogant pilots," Finn laughed, punching Poe playfully in the shoulder. "Of course, Poe introduced himself as the greatest pilot in the galaxy."
"It's like the fifth assistant the General has had over the years. I've dated them all now… because strangely, the first four passed away," Poe said, looking suddenly bewildered. He hadn't considered that part before and the revelation slipped out.
Rey's smile turned into a look of horror.
"Uh, he's kidding about that, Rey. But if he wasn't… we should probably warn Alena." Finn wanted to kick Poe in the shins. One of the assistants had perished when Starkiller attacked the Hosnian System; Finn was certain of that.
Poe gave him a quick glance, shifting his lower jaw awkwardly to one side of his face.
My bad, he thought. Finn looked away, shaking his head.
Rey laughed, thinking it was all a joke. She was happy to have something else to distract herself. Poe and Finn smiled at the young Jedi. Seeing her light up a little, was a welcome relief.
"How did you guys get on board the Finalizer, anyway?" She asked, grinning widely.
"We modded the Falcon so it could attach to any Star Destroyer. Luke cut a hole right into the ship and we hopped in," Finn said.
"I came up with that genius of an idea," Poe bragged, leaning a little closer to Rey. "But Finn came up with something even better," he continued, giving his friend credit.
Rey's eyes lit up, wanting to know more.
The lights aboard the Finalizer flickered and shut off completely. General Hux was huddled over a hologram with his advisors, when all the computer systems started powering down as well.
Emergency lights kicked in, making everyone on the bridge look like a silhouette.
"What happened to the power?" Hux asked, wondering what else could go wrong. His men started pulling panels off consoles, trying to find the source of the issue.
The Finalizer jerked to an abrupt stop. The emergency systems were doing their job, designed to take over if helms were down. For now, the Destroyer was saved from dropping out of orbit.
Officers and engineers scurried about the bridge, bumping into each other in the dark.
They diligently worked with pocket flashlights to inspect breakers and wiring.
"Com links went down as well," shouted an officer. "We can't transmit distress calls."
"Then get to engineering and sort it out," snapped General Hux. "It must be a problem there."
The Resistance abandoned the attack, leaving before First Order reinforcements could arrive. Hux quietly breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that his flagship was completely defenseless. He wasn't sure how the other two Star Destroyers faired.
They were suppose to be part of his ambush but all those plans backfired.
If the Resistance were smart, they would have finished the job, Hux thought.
He wanted to retaliate. The general would use every ship in his slimy grasp to do so. Hux knew this loss would look bad for him. He was already trying to figure out who he could blame this failure on.
Kylo Ren, he smirked.
"When we get power and communications back up, I need a full status report on the Finalizer and our entire fleet." Hux said, straightening his posture. "We need to take stock of every vessel and regroup. Reach out to General Nujaris and tell him to bring his Star Destroyer here—for immediate backup."
The officers next to Hux complied and scurried away. The general adjusted his jacket, feeling it was in disarray. Commander Mitaka came running up beside him, nearly tripping over his own feet.
"Is there anything you need from me, Sir?" he asked.
"When it's doable, I want all security footage reviewed. From every deck on this ship, going back twenty four hours. If something seems out of place, I need to know about it," Hux said, lowering his voice.
Commander Mitaka nodded. "What is it we're looking for, Sir?" he asked.
"You'll know when you see it." Hux replied, keeping his suspicions to himself. He hurried out of the bridge before someone else could stop him.
The pasty general ducked into his living quarters. His room was just as dark as the rest of the ship. It had a strange odor, which he figured was due to the current lack of air circulation.
He stumbled, trying to find the small chair in the corner. Sinking as deeply into it as he could, Hux sighed. He felt the tension in his shoulders slowly drift away. Resting his eyes, outlines of holograms danced in his mind. This usually happened when he stared at the bright imagery for too long.
A flickering sound came overhead and his room regained its power.
"Excellent," Hux said aloud, keeping his eyes closed. We must have power restored throughout the ship, he thought.
Reluctantly, he considered returning to the bridge. Hux opened his eyes and looked across his room. In complete shock, Hux sprang out of his chair
His room had been completely trashed. The Resistance had the audacity to rub his nose in their successful mission. Most of his furniture and possessions were thrown across the room. There was black spray paint scribbled along the walls.
A large message was written out in all caps. "MAZ KANATA SAYS HELLO."
Underneath the message, was about a dozen or so pairs of his underpants. They were strung together, like festive decor. The solid white undies sagged across the middle. There was also a pair of red thong underwear, that Hux was secretly keeping.
The general yanked the whole display down and cursed in a string of obscenities.
Back on the shuttle, Rey burst into a fit of laughter. Poe and Finn were already laughing, trying to get through the story.
"How did you have time to pull that off?" she asked in between giggles.
"Concussion grenades for the first part. There was a battle going on outside so no one noticed. Then we saw all this underwear fly everywhere." Finn said, his sides hurting from laughter.
Poe smirked, taking over the Falcon. Entering the planet's atmosphere, he was happy to give Finn a chance to make Rey laugh. After a few minutes of flying over dense jungles, a clearing opened up ahead.
Rey's smile faded, looking at the distinct shape of the Millennium Falcon. While she was happy to be back with her friends, the Falcon was a sobering reminder of her responsibilities as a Jedi. She was devoted to the fight against the Dark Side and that would mean stopping Kylo Ren.
Luke Skywalker was outside, walking into the tree line. Artoo was close by, unable to follow him into the jungle. Rey inhaled deeply. Her Master wanted to speak with her alone. She needed to come clean on a few things and get some answers for herself.
Exiting the shuttle, Rey gave Finn a hug.
"Give us a few minutes," she said loud enough so only he could hear. Poe passed them and knelt by Artoo. The droid beeped in the background, having a message from Alena.
Rey rubbed Finn's upper arm, giving him a slight smile.
"I'm thankful you came for me," she said, smiling at her best friend.
"Poe and I can get changed and we'll be ready to take off. We'll leave when you get back." Finn returned her smile. He was happy to see Rey acting like herself again.
The Jedi left his side, heading in the path that Luke Skywalker traveled.
The Jungle was humid, making her skin glisten, almost immediately. Rey wondered where Luke had gone off to. She followed his footsteps, leading into a tall trench. The path ahead grew tighter and into a serpentine shape.
It was a bad spot to be in, especially if she encountered anything unfriendly.
Rey stopped, feeling a presence draw near. She felt cold and in danger.
The alarming sound of a lightsaber ignited nearby. It's high hiss was followed by two quieter ones. She recognized that lightsaber, hearing it's reverberating hums grow louder.
Rey's eyes widened, looking in every direction. The Jedi was determined to eliminate any blind spot.
A dark figure approached from the rear. His crossguard lightsaber was burning ominously at his side. Kylo Ren had tracked Rey down. The Sith Lord adorned his mask, studying her with lifeless eyes.
Rey's heart leapt in her chest. Her expression hardened, igniting her sword.
"What have you done with Master Luke?" she asked, finding strength in her voice again.
Kylo Ren reached for Rey, just like he did on the Finalizer. He wanted her to take his hand and leave. The Jedi held her ground and repeated the question.
He tilted his head, refusing to respond. Raising his sword, Kylo brought it down onto hers.
Rey pushed back against the blade, finally breaking the stalemate. She jumped from wall to wall in the narrow trench—avoiding his blows.
"Wait," Rey shouted, barely avoiding his deadly saber. She stayed on the walls, maneuvering around the Darksider. Kylo kept his shoulders down at his sides and seemed unimpressed.
The Jedi feigned another flip, getting him to lunge in the wrong direction. Rey held her ground and slashed into his exposed right shoulder.
Kylo cried out, grabbing his wound. Rey followed with a Force Push, slamming him into the jungle walls. Soil and rocks kicked everywhere from the impact.
The Sith Lord fell onto his back. Rey summoned his lightsaber, ripping it from his grasp.
Breathing heavily, Rey looked into the lifeless mask of her love. It pained her to see him like this.
"I won't kill you Kylo Ren, I have too much compassion for life," she said, keeping her chin up.
Rey wasn't sure if he had killed or injured Luke. There had been no sign of her Master. Even so, the Jedi felt this was the right call. She cared deeply for Kylo Ren but she needed to be strong here.
"Take off that mask," Rey ordered, keeping her blade near his throat.
Kylo sat on his knees in defeat. He reached up and released the clips on either side. With a hiss and release, the mask came off.
Rey inhaled, looking at the face before her.
It looked like Kylo Ren but something was off. She squinted a little, studying the young face in front of her. There wasn't a scar. This young man's nose was different, a little less pronounced. His jaw was slightly wider too, but only just enough for Rey to notice.
"Who are you?" she asked, lowering the lightsaber at his face. Rey was suddenly washed over with goosebumps—unsure what this all meant.
The young man's eyes burned into hers. They were lighter than Kylo Ren's, but somehow very familiar. He didn't speak a word, suddenly fading away into nothing.
Rey reached for boy, gasping. The crossguard saber she tucked into her waist, was also gone.
Feeling eyes on her, Rey quickly turned. Luke Skywalker stood about ten feet above her, observing the fight below. Master and student locked eyes. He gave Rey a slight nod and motioned for her to join him.
Rey climbed up the jungle wall, leaving the eerie trench behind.
The two Jedi stood face to face, reading each other.
These were my trials, Rey realized, staring at Luke's worn face.
"Kneel, Rey." Luke Skywalker said, his eyes welling up.
Rey obliged, dropping to a knee. She bowed her head, her mind racing.
"By the will of the Force, I dub thee Knight of the Republic." Luke stated. The green glow of his lightsaber passed over her shoulders, from side to side.
"It's your duty to uphold peace and justice throughout the galaxy. You may take a padawan learner, imparting the teachings of the Jedi Order. In time, you will rebuild the Jedi Council, training the next generation."
Rey felt a surge of pride, standing up as Luke backed away. The Jedi Master killed the blade on his saber and smiled at her.
"I know you have questions and we still have a mission to accomplish. Your feelings for Kylo Ren could have led you down a very different path." He said, his smile fading a little. "But you chose to come back to us. And you made the right decisions during the final trial."
Master Luke watched Rey's expression closely. Her eyes saddened a little thinking about Kylo Ren.
"Do you need to talk about it?" he asked, watching her shift uncomfortably.
She felt awkward and emotional, reflecting on the past few hours.
"There were these moments when we were together and I saw a glimmer of hope. Where he wasn't acting like a Sith or a Knight of Ren. The darkness hasn't consumed him," Rey said, swallowing the lump in her throat.
Luke remained quiet.
"Kylo healed himself from a pretty vicious wound. He also recovered from breaking several ribs. On both occasions, his recovery time was incredible. Far beyond my skills," Rey said hoarsely. As she spoke, a thought slipped into her mind.
Following both injuries, Rey and Kylo were intimate. The first time, they were interrupted. But Rey knew where that would have gone. Kylo was passionate, assertive and she eventually crumbled. Rey enjoyed it too, her cheeks reddening just thinking about the memory.
How do I explain this part to Luke? she thought, as her forehead creased.
Luke put his robotic hand on her shoulder, walking back towards the Falcon. Rey wasn't sure what to say.
"If you really believe Ben Solo can be saved, we'll discuss it with the others." Luke said, raising the hood on his robes.
"Others?" Rey asked, walking alongside. "You mean General Organa and Finn?"
"No," he said softly. "We'll ask Anakin Skywalker and Obi Wan Kenobi... when we visit them," Luke said, continuing to walk.
Rey froze, shocked by his statement.
Kylo Ren sat in the darkened corner of the armory, watching sparks grinding nearby. His new mask needed some last minute alterations. The Sith Lord destroyed the lights above him, wanting to remain hidden until he had his mask on.
Was she playing me this whole time? Kylo wondered. When Rey showed up on L'kya, he was certain she was there to kill him. But things started changing the more time they spent with each other. Closing his eyes tightly, Kylo could almost feel Rey embracing him again. His arms missed holding her. It was like a soft blanket had been taken away, leaving him cold again.
And she left so...willingly, Kylo thought.
He reached out to her in the corridor and she wouldn't take his hand. Even when he asked, she closed the door. Chasing Rey to the flight deck, he almost had her. She managed to counter his abilities; something he hoped to teach her one day.
But Rey watched him enough times to do it on her own.
"Rey is a Jedi Knight. I'm in love with a Jedi Knight," he said quietly.
The Sith Lord stood up, growing impatient. Before the engineer could tell him it was finished, Kylo yanked the mask away. Pulling it over his face, he buried his affections. He was untouchable again.
Kylo left the armory, ready for war.
"General Phasma," he barked, speaking into his helmet's communicator.
"Yes, Lord Ren," she replied.
Phasma was on the flight deck, personally checking all incoming shuttles and TIE fighters. She didn't want a repeat of what happened earlier.
"What's the status of the Finalizer?" he inquired, increasing his long strides.
"One to two days minimum. There's light hull damage from the assault, which needs repairing before hyperspace travel. But it's the override commands that the Resistance installed into the computers—that's the big concern," She replied.
"What's that?" He asked, stopping for a moment.
"Luke Skywalker, sir. Before he left, he input a drive into a data terminal. It's possible, our captured engineers aboard the Thrive gave him coding." She said, hoping Kylo wouldn't strangle the messenger.
The Sith Lord let out a chuckle. "Such a productive day for the Resistance. It doesn't matter. We're leaving the ship. Take a couple pilots and let's go." Kylo said, altering his course for the flight deck.
"Leave now, sir?" she asked.
"It's time to implement Backlash," he said, savoring the words as they left his tongue.
"Plan B? Are you sure this is the right time?" Phasma asked, making sure no one was in earshot.
"Does the rest of the fleet know of Skywalker's attack here?" he continued, entering the flight deck. General Phasma hurried to meet him face-to-face.
"Yes, sir. Our other ships in the section do, at least. Long range communications are still down. I believe they are trying to contact General Nujaris."
"The Resistance may consider this to be a victory. But I think they could have done better, don't you?" Kylo Ren asked, in a low voice. "Who knows what damage that code could have done." He said, wondering if Phasma caught his drift.
"Yes… I believe the programming, could have caused major systems to fail. And that the Finalizer crew, didn't catch everything in time," Phasma reasoned, looking at her troops running across the flight deck.
"All hands lost. Now that sounds like an inspiring war cry," Kylo Ren hissed with an edge to his voice. He walked towards the command shuttle. General Phasma followed him, grabbing two pilots to come along with her.
"You would test your abilities on this ship, Sir? It could be useful moving forward," she stated, stepping onto the command shuttle.
"You're about to inherit an entire fleet, General. Like we've always discussed. You'll have far more stormtroopers to command," Kylo Ren said, looking down at her from the top of the shuttle. Phasma nodded and climbed in.
"What about the Supreme Leader and General Hux?" Phasma said, as the ramp door closed. "General Hux is the only one that knows his location," she pointed out, sounding concerned.
Kylo Ren stared at her for a moment. There was one thing he needed from Hux and that was Snoke's location.
"Perhaps, there is another way to inspire the First Order," he said.
The ramp door opened and Kylo Ren came stomping down again. He wouldn't need to leave after all. General Hux was already speed walking across the flightdeck, with a small crew following him.
General Phasma took her place near the Sith Lord. They watched as a smug faced General Hux and Commander Mitaka approached. Two dozen stormtroopers were behind the men, offering their backup
"Lord Ren," Hux said, his lips curling. "You brought a mole onto this ship." He was enjoying this moment. "You allowed that Jedi whore to play off your feelings and—"
Hux was cut off, feeling his neck tighten.
Kylo Ren closed the distance. He grabbed Hux with his bare hand, lifting him into the air. The Sith Lord would not use the Force—not for this.
He wanted to squeeze the life out of this miserable fool, with his own fingers.
"You are a pawn, Hux. You've been a dedicated servant and it's time to retire," Kylo said, lifting him higher.
"Fire," Hux cried, barely getting the order out.
The stormtroopers remained behind Commander Mitaka, keeping their blasters lowered. They refused the general's commands.
"I don't think they heard you, General," Kylo Ren taunted, pulling him closer to his mask. Hux kicked and struggled but he was powerless to break free.
"You're a pawn, playing against a knight. And I have an Empire to defend," Kylo said, feeling the general's life fading away.
Commander Mitaka looked wide eyed and turned to the stormtroopers.
"Fire, damn you all, fire at Kylo Ren!" he shouted. Throwing his hat onto the ground, he waved wildly.
"The stormtroopers follow my orders," said General Phasma. "It's the only job you ever gave me," she continued, looking from Mitaka to General Hux. There was bitterness in her voice.
"I promoted her. You never did." Kylo said sharply.
Hux's eyes shut and he finally passed out.
Mitaka looked bewildered as Phasma nodded at her nearest stormtrooper. The soldier lifted the butt of his blaster and smashed it into Mitaka's head.
The stubby officer face planted into the deck.
"Incinerators," Phasma ordered, watching two of her men carry Mitaka away.
"Sir, we need that location," Phasma said, reminding him not to kill Hux just yet.
Hux dropped to the floor, clinging to life. Phasma waved to her troops to assist.
"Save him," she ordered, watching them running for the nearest med kit.
"Alert me when he's breathing again and transport him to the interrogation chamber." Phasma ordered.
"A Coup it is, then," Kylo stated. "I was looking forward to blowing something up," he admitted, looking at the troops in front of him.
"We can find a different way to indulge you. I didn't want to make any unnecessary sacrifices, sir. I apologize for overstepping my bounds," Phasma said. "The Finalizer is ours," she stated confidently, as he turned to look at her.
"The Finalizer is yours, General," he corrected. "As soon as the other officers are eliminated." Kylo Ren said grimly.
Phasma nodded and turned to face her troops.
"Phase One," she said to her nearest commander. The stormtroopers turned and marched for the bridge. The sound of their boots were like music to Kylo Ren's ears.
"Phases, eh?" the Sith Lord said. "I suppose it's easier to follow along."
Phasma cleared her throat. The reliable stormtrooper had never been nervous about an operation before; but this was a mutiny for sure.
"I want Snoke found," Kylo Ren said, turning to face her. "No excuses. Then I want Hux eliminated."
"Yes, of course sir." Phasma stated. "I will get the information from Hux personally. But if I may sir..." she started and then stopped. Kylo Ren looked into her visor, reading her thoughts.
"Snoke told me to kill Rey on two occasions," Kylo said, sounding bitter. "Rey once asked me if I would protect her from everyone, including him. Maybe I should have told her everything then. Perhaps she would have stayed... if she knew the truth."
"What was the second time, sir?" she asked.
Kylo Ren looked out across the flight deck. Taking in the stars, he didn't answer right away. He was trying to feel Rey's presence. Their connection was different, feeling like turbulence on an aircraft. The Sith Lord couldn't reach her.
"Rey will know soon enough, sir," Phasma stated, taking his silence for an answer.
Knowing Kylo Ren did this once and awhile, it never bothered her.
"We will have an Empress, at last," she stated, sounding positive.
Kylo turned his head to the side, eyeing Phasma.
"The Finalizer is spared. Find something else for me to destroy," he growled, feeling stronger than ever. The Dark Side surged inside him. It was addicting and begging to be unleashed.
"I will get the system that Snoke is on," she promised, heading in the direction of the interrogation cells.
Kylo Ren stood on the flight deck, alone. He enjoyed this view more than anywhere else on the ship.
"You were never hiding from Luke Skywalker, you coward. You've hidden from me long enough, Snoke," Kylo Ren declared.
Rey was piloting the Millennium Falcon when she was blinded by a sudden vision. Poe was riding copilot, talking her ears off. The Jedi Knight cried out, putting her fingers to her temples. She doubled over, stumbling out of the chair.
"What is it, Rey?" Poe asked, deeply disturbed. He had a hand on her back, trying to help her.
"Ahh," she cried, making a hissing sound.
"Kylo Ren," Rey stated, trying to walk out of the cockpit. Finn came in, hearing her in pain.
Rey's legs gave out and Finn and Poe caught her.
"Luke!" Finn shouted.
Master Skywalker came in, hovering over the trio. The Jedi Master pushed in between them. He cradled his hand under Rey's head. Her eyes squinted in pain and she whimpered.
"Stay with us, Rey," he said, speaking calmly.
Rey's eyes shot open and she sat up quickly. Luke and Finn leaned back in shock. Breathing heavily, the Jedi Knight looked at all of them. She put a foot under her, trying to stand.
Finn and Luke helped her up slowly.
"My connection with Kylo Ren," she said, panting. "I thought it was damaged. It's really just stronger than ever." Rey said, scrunching her face. She felt heat radiating from her body.
"Kylo said this would happen." She said, her voice faded a little.
"What do you mean?" Asked Finn, trying to hide his jealousy.
"We've been...together," she said. Her eyes were wet, concerned with everyone's reactions. The Jedi felt like her entire body was blushing.
Finn's jaw clenched and he leaned back on the side of the cockpit. Luke's eyes lowered, suspecting this had happened.
"He said he couldn't hide any secrets from me, even if he tried. Our connection would be stronger, now that things had changed," Rey said, feeling embarrassed.
Judging by everyone's reaction, this was the last thing anyone wanted to hear.
"I need you guys to look past this and hear me out," she pleaded, tightening her lips.
"We're listening, Rey." Poe said softly. His head was lowered a bit but he kept his eyes on her.
"Today wasn't the little victory that we thought it was," Rey stuttered, watching Finn's expression. She felt cold just thinking about
"Kylo Ren wanted the Resistance to attack. He wanted Luke to rescue Maz Kanata. He needed General Hux to look bad and fail. Kylo… he just didn't want me to leave."
"He wants control of the First Order," said Poe. He looked to Luke and Finn for their opinions. It made sense, anyway.
"It's not that simple. It never is with Kylo Ren," Rey replied, trying to ignore her aching heart.
All eyes were on her again. The young Jedi knew it was something about Kylo Ren that was going to change the fate of the galaxy.