What happened to him?

Kylo had been cold. Rey had not felt that from him since he took her as a hostage. She had sensed overwhelming anger and pain from the Knight, but she had not noticed him moving stiffly or in any way injured. No, the pain that had been coming from him was psychological. She realized now that the strange difference she had felt during their fight was his demeanor. Kylo was without a doubt an emotional man, and the few times she had dueled him at his house, he had always seemed to enjoy fighting with his lightsaber. He had been fighting with raw fury as he had in the snowy forest on the Starkiller Base. He had been less focused, which was probably the only reason why she still had all of her limbs.

Someone had messed with his mind. Rey remembered the power she had sensed in him on the shuttle. It had not been the same energy she always sensed in him, but it was darker, as if someone using the Dark Side had tried ripping the pieces of humanity he had shown her out of him completely.

Snoke.

Kylo's scream from her vision resonated in her mind again, and Rey tightened her grip on the two pieces of the lightsaber she clutched. She had been away from Kylo for a little over twenty-four hours, and in that time, Snoke had managed to change the man she cared about. Rage boiled up in her chest. The so-called Supreme Leader would have to pay. But he had hesitated before he had tried to kill her. That she was certain of. A part of his old self was still in there; he could be reached.

"Rey."

She looked up at the sound of her name, blinking as her mind returned to the present. Rey sat in a small room that held a round wooden table with about ten chairs placed around it. Luke moved to sit across from her, and she watched his cybernetic hand as he clasped it with his left on the table.

Poe had returned her to the Resistance base on D'Qar. They had not been far away from the Ileenium system when the Star Destroyer had pulled them out of hyperspace. Asarla, the clever Togruta that Rey was starting to see she was, had contacted the Resistance while she had been asleep. Poe had led three squadrons of fighters to the Destroyer in guerrilla attacks while they had located the signal of the shuttle.

Asarla. Guilt plagued her at the thought of leaving her friend. Perhaps the granddaughter of Ahsoka Tano could be resourceful enough to try to pull Kylo's mind from Snoke's influence.

Rey looked up at the Jedi Master across from her and finally let go of the lightsaber pieces, letting them drop onto the table with two dull thuds. "I-I'm sorry…"

Luke appraised her for a moment, and Rey assumed he was using the Force to sense her emotions. She silently wished him luck, for she was not sure herself what exactly she was feeling. "I have not used that lightsaber in years, Rey. I am not upset that it is broken. Just a little… nostalgic."

Rey had managed to tell General Organa and Luke what had happened during her captivity with Kylo Ren. Or, most of what had happened, anyway. She had left out the tender moments they had shared, but she got the impression that the siblings had been able to deduce her feelings for the dark warrior. Her insistence that they soon lead another attack on the Star Destroyer to get both Asarla and Kylo out was likely testament to that.

"However, this leaves you without a weapon." Luke picked up one of the pieces, examining it in left his hand.

Rey watched him silently for a moment. She felt emotionally and mentally drained from the events of the past few days, and she could feel the exhaustion pulling at her muscles. "I can just use a hand blaster or something."

Luke shook his head and met her eyes. "That will not hold up against Ben – "

"Kylo," Rey corrected him, surprised at the firmness in her voice. "He doesn't identify as Ben Solo at all. He deserves to be called what he wishes."

The Jedi raised an eyebrow and gave one small nod after a long moment. "All right. No matter his name, he'll cut through a blaster faster than he cut through this lightsaber."

Luke reached into his pocket and pulled out a small datasphere. It looked old, like something Rey might try to sell if she found it in a ship wreckage on Jakku. Luke pressed part of the sphere, and a hologram flickered over it. She immediately recognized it as the interior parts of a lightsaber since Kylo had pulled apart his own saber to show her the crystal.

"You'll have to build your own lightsaber." Luke raised his hands, and the broken lightsaber fell into a jumble of pieces on the table. A blue crystal dropped next to the metal. "I suggest you use this crystal, since it seems to call to you."

Rey picked up the pulsing crystal and examined it in her hand. "And how do I build a lightsaber?"

"Most of lightsaber building depends upon the Force. This hologram shows you the correct way to position the power grid, but much of it is up to you and your connection to the Force. You should rely solely upon it to piece your own unique weapon together." Luke pushed the pieces of the broken lightsaber to her. "You may use the leftover metal or find anything else you'd like to use, but I cannot help you."

()()()()

Rey rummaged through the pile of pieces and added another metal part to her already full arm of scrap metal. "C-3PO, do you happen to know where I can get a bag to put these in?"

The golden droid began shuffling away. "Oh yes, Miss Rey. Why didn't you ask before?"

Rey smiled as she watched the droid. Something about the robotic voice appealed to her. She supposed it was because she had spent more of her life around machines than people. C-3PO had found her wandering the halls of the base looking for more pieces for her lightsaber and had shown her a room full of spare parts for droids and Starfighters. The room was a scavenger's heaven, and Rey was having a hard time not scooping up everything and running to the nearest trading post to resume her old life.

C-3PO walked back to her, his joints humming faintly as he moved. On his unusual red hand hung a small canvas bag. Rey dumped her armful of parts into the bag and took it from him. "Thanks. I think I have enough of what I need. Could you show me the way back to the little conference room?"

"Of course, Miss Rey. Anything to help a future Jedi." The droid began leading her down the halls, and Rey watched his mismatched arm curiously.

"Why do you have a different arm? Were you built like that?"

"Oh, no. It is from something that happened not long before Master Luke disappeared." The droid fell silent, and Rey figured 3PO would not elaborate on the story until he added, "Master Solo's K-3PO saved him and me during that terrible, terrible day."

Rey felt all thoughts of building her lightsaber run out of her mind as she raised an eyebrow. "Han had a K-3PO unit?"

She detected a hint of emotion in C-3PO's voice. "Master Han did not own droids. I speak of the young Master Solo."

Rey stopped walking suddenly, and C-3PO continued moving for almost a full minute before he seemed to notice she was not following. "Kylo Ren? He had a droid, K-3PO, that saved you and him?"

C-3PO seemed to realize he had said too much for his red arm gestured to a door and his voice quickened. "Well, here you are, Miss Rey. I am glad to be of service."

He began walking away as fast as he could, but Rey ran over to him, touching his golden shoulder. "You can't just leave me with that and walk away! What happened?"

The droid was silent for several moments, and Rey found herself wishing she could read his emotions on his face like she could with Kylo. "I think I should let Master Luke tell you that story." C-3PO hurried away before she could press him further.

Rey let out a long sigh and returned to the room, dumping the contents of her scavenge onto the table. She sat down near the pile of metal and concentrated upon the Force as she lifted her hands like she had seen both Luke and Kylo do with lightsabers. Several pieces jumped into the air along with the crystal, and Rey tried positioning the pieces into an order similar to the old blue lightsaber. The pieces came together and promptly fell apart onto the table.

She huffed in frustration and tried again, watching the pieces fall away again. And again. Perhaps she was just too tired to build something so complex. Rey rested her arms on the table and lay her head down on them, intending to rest for a few minutes before returning to her task.

"I don't want to be a Jedi!" A young boy who looked to be around nine or ten yelled. He had short, black hair, and he clutched a book in his hands – a book with paper, not the standard holo-books – as he glared up at Luke.

The Jedi Master appeared nearly twenty years younger; his beard was only just starting to grow in. "You have a responsibility to use your abilities to help people, Ben. You're talented. I can help you reach your full potential."

Ben, now about thirteen, held a green lightsaber in his hands. A blonde boy who looked a few years older attacked with a blue lightsaber. Their shielded blades clashed several times in quick successions, and Ben shoved his forward, causing his adversary to stumble back and drop his lightsaber. Luke stood nearby, nodding in approval. "Good, Padawan Solo." Ben beamed at the Master while his defeated opponent glared in hate toward the younger Padawan.

Fifteen-year-old Ben Solo stood in front of an open doorway, his stance tense. His green lightsaber glowed in the dark as he clutched the hilt. He was on a landing bay with a dark, stone building looming behind him, and a small ship stood several feet away. The blonde boy that he had defeated in training marched toward him, leading a small group of men. A red 3PO unit stood next to Ben, and they watched as a young female Padawan ran over to them from the ship. "The younglings are all on the evacuation ship, Ben. We need to go!"

C-3PO moved through the doorway, holding a crying human youngling girl in his metal arms. Ben's dark eyes widened as he saw the droid, and his lightsaber lowered. "C-3PO! Get her to the ship now!"

"Master Solo!" The red 3PO unit's metallic arm shot out in front of the dark haired Padawan, blocking the swipe of a blue lightsaber. The red arm clattered to the ground just before the rest of the unit was sliced in half. Ben let out a cry of shock and slashed wildly at the blonde. The traitorous Padawan fought back furiously and threw his hand out.

Ben flew back into the wall with a sickening thump. His green lightsaber smashed to the ground and shattered into pieces. The pulsing green crystal rolled next to its master, a crack running through it. Ben picked it up and put a hand over his side where he had broken a rib in the impact, watching with a look of pure horror as the blue lightsaber cut through the young female Padawan's stomach. She crumpled lifelessly.

"NO!" Ben stumbled to his feet and raised his hand, lifting the blonde traitor into the air by his throat. The boy began choking, but Ben seemed to decide that dying of suffocation was not a good enough punishment. He jerked his hand to the side and smashed the boy against the dark stone wall of the fortress multiple times. The men that had marched with the defected Padawan scattered as the blonde boy fell limp to the ground, blood covering the side of his face.

Rey woke with a start, her heart pounding wildly in her chest.

"Rey?" Luke's soft voice sounded from the doorway. "How are you doing?"

She looked down at the mess of metal in front of her and then back at the Jedi Master, her eyes wide. "Master Skywalker…" She swallowed as her voice came out hoarse. "Kylo was not the Padawan who betrayed you."

Luke hesitated by the door. "The Force sends you many visions, it seems." He sat near her, sighing softly. "You saw him that night, didn't you?"

Rey nodded, running her hand over the blue kyber crystal in front of her. "He killed that boy."

"Ben was almost a mentor to Evana." Luke paused, and Rey assumed Evana was the female Padawan that had died. "Her murder pushed him toward the Dark Side." A look of immeasurable sadness crossed the Jedi Master's face.

They both fell silent as Rey's mind reeled with the newfound information. She wondered when Kylo had built his red lightsaber and formed the Knights of Ren, not to mention shed the name Ben Solo.

Luke broke their long silence and gestured toward the metal pieces. "Would you like to give it another try?"

Rey looked down at the metal and nodded, raising her hands to focus the Force on building her lightsaber. Almost all the metal pieces on the table jumped into the air as she concentrated, and they fell into a long, thin hilt. Rey dropped her hands, and the hilt – finally – remained in one piece.

She grinned and picked it up, feeling its weight in her hands. It was nearly as long as her forearm and silvery-gray in color. She unsheathed it and watched in fascination as two twin blue blades emerged from both ends of the hilt. Rey stood and spun her it in her hands, hearing the blades hum gently. The weapon was the staff she had used on Jakku, and it felt like an old friend had returned. She gripped her new lightsaber tightly as she looked at the Jedi Master.

"When can we rescue Asarla and Kylo?"

AN: I've been planning everything in this chapter for so long, it feels good to finally be able to write it. Hold on to your hats, ladies and gents, things are about to get crazy. Thanks for reading!