Lin Dameron crouched from his perch atop the battlefield. Clutching the straps along his torso, the warrior adjusted his scorched chestplate. He managed to traverse the rocky cliffside to its peak, despite the pitch black conditions and vicious AT-ST barrage.

"That was a little too close," Lin muttered to himself. He was fortunate that a massive tree trunk absorbed most of the blast that nearly killed him. Thanks to a burst of Force speed, The AT-ST tandem lost sight of Lin after the tree exploded.

He seized the opening to scale the mountain and find his bearings.

Clutching his lightsaber in one hand, he felt the ground beneath him with the other. The slab of granite under Lin's feet was solid, but he knew this was a precarious position. The AT-STs continued to bombard the cliff face and mountain below. Rocks and trees were beginning to shake loose and fall.

The high vantage point wasn't entirely the safest place to be, especially if there was the possibility of a landslide.

Lin's gut feeling was telling him that it was only a matter of time.

Desperate for cover, the Kanji and Guavian assassin's climbed onto the crumbling mountain. They ignored all possible warning signs of a landslide. The crews split up and took positions along the sparse treeline and large boulders.

Lin shook his head as a handful of Guavians were crushed from a falling tree. Although it was too dark to witness their grisly fate, Lin could feel the widowmaker list and tumble down the mountain. Concerned with the nearest AT-ST, the men never saw or heard the tree that killed them.

The eclipse was wreaking havoc and confusion among the troops. The only illumination seemed to come from explosions and muzzle fire. Streaks of crimson and blue were fired blindly across the rocky forest and terrain. Lin couldn't see all the soldiers, but he could feel them. He had a good idea where each one was positioned and where each one was firing.

Widespread panic swept over the battlefield… and there was something else, too.

"Shit," Lin said while removing his hand from the granite. The mountain was truly devastated; between the deforestation, mining and now this firefight — the cliffside was going to give way at any second. The Force whispered to Lin that it was time to leave.

Looking over his shoulder, the climb down the southern peak would be tricky, but manageable. It certainly would be safer than the trek back into the warzone.

A loud explosion ripped Lin's attention back to the firefight beneath him. A Kanji soldier pulled back to throw a thermal detonator and was shot in the stomach by a Guavian sniper. The detonator dropped to the ground and exploded. Three Kanji warriors went flying in different directions.

"They are all going to fucking die here," he said with a slight groan.

The gangs below would be buried by this landslide, if they didn't kill themselves first. Any other day he would have been fine with this. A couple months ago he would have left them and never looked back. These men were here to capture him or do far worse.

Why should I fucking care? he thought, coming to a standing position. But even as he thought it, Lin already knew the answer.

In fact, there was one very good reason to care. An amazing reason to fight and survive. And she was the reason he came strolling into this trap in the first place. Lin needed to stay and win and needed to know that Kayla and Hanna were alright.

If only Rey was here to help. Lin couldn't help but wonder if she was in Finn's care by now.

The AT-STs continued to fire into the mountain. They didn't appear to be targeting the death gangs anymore. Instead the operators were concentrating on different locations across the rocky terrain. They were intentionally trying to bring down every rock, tree and yard of soil that they could.

Something deep down was telling Lin that these AT-ST controllers had received military training. They weren't bounty hunters that happened to find some working war relics. These were ranked officers within the First Order. Hux had sent them to ensure the job was done. He sent them to make sure that Lin Dameron didn't leave the forest moon alive.

"You morons were sent with a mission from the Finalizer," Lin said, narrowing his eyes towards the AT-STs. "If you were stationed on board, then you know where to find it. You know how to find the creeps in charge."

The Gray Leader did a one handed flip over the granite slab and started sliding down the smooth cliff face. This was by far one of the dumbest stunts he had ever attempted; taking down twin AT-STs with nothing more than a jetpack and a lightsaber.

But at least it would make a killer story.

The AT-ST barrage ceased as Lin came down the mountain. Locating their target at last, the cannons rotated and fired upward in an onslaught of crimson. The armored vehicles unloaded in a serpentine pattern, trying to cut down the evasive Force Sensitive.

Lin was too fast; too illusive. Every leap he made was timed perfectly. Each flip avoided the deadly cannon fire. Trusting his instincts, Lin moved effortlessly down the mountain. The infrared targeting systems weren't enough to track the Gray Leader.

Moving lower in elevation, Lin spotted the Guavian sniper. He was camped and looking to place a round into the thin visor of the first AT-ST. Lin ignited his lightsaber and kept it low to the ground. He needed the First Order officers alive, if he was to interrogate them.

The emerald blade hummed to life, but only for a split second. Lin sliced through the rifle and followed with a knee to the sniper's chest.

"Get your men off the mountain before the landslide buries them all," Lin snapped.

The bewildered sniper clutched his ribcage and rolled onto his back in writhing pain.

The Gray Leader resumed his course, keeping the lightsaber deactivated. The AT-STs had lost track of him again and Lin knew that running around with his favorite weapon ignited, was like painting a giant bullseye down range.

The AT-ST started to overheat and smoke. Their operators continued to clear the forest until the cannons red lined and shut down. A brief window to counterstrike presented itself while the weapons cooled.

Soldiers from both gangs left their cover and engaged the armored transports. Shouting erupted among the survivors, followed by an emboldened, relentless attack against the Imperial relics.

The eclipse started to move away as Lin approached. A dim patch of sunlight crept over the landscape, providing some hazy visibility to the battlefield. Lin knew that his stealth tactics were going to be neutralized once the day sky returned.

In the faint glimmer of sunlight, Lin caught movement in the skies. He came to a sliding stop once he recognized the distinct vertical profiles.

"Take cover!" he yelled just before diving behind a mighty redwood.

Lin's warning was drowned out by a menacing, high pitched roar. The piercing sound was chased by an eruption of green laser cannons. The lasers struck the base of the mountain with teeth-rattling force.

"Shit," Lin swore, "TIE fighters."

The TIEs banked along the contours of the mountain and continued to fire into the unstable ridges above. The tight formation regrouped above the treeline and appeared to swing back for another pass.

A terrible series of tremors shook the mountain. The deep rumble grew louder and started to sound like a massive earthquake. The TIE bombardment was too much for the battered mountain and everything was coming down.

Lin fired his jetpack and propelled himself toward the sky. He busted through several layers of branches, before igniting his lightsaber. The Gray Leader slashed across the remaining branches and made it near the top.

The landslides' deafening roar could likely be heard from many miles away. The collapsing mountain swallowed everything it its path. Lin clung to the ancient redwood as it began to list and fall forward.

He held onto the tree until the very last moment. On the way down, Lin ignited his jetpack and rocketed away from the doomed tree. He landed on the next closest tree but this one was also giving way. The Gray Leader continued to leap from one redwood to another, as the landslide pushed him closer to the quarry.

Finn rushed aboard the Falcon with a medical team right on his heels. He rounded the bend of the ship, heading straight for the lounger.

"She's here," he shouted over his shoulder. The worried friend came to an abrupt stop and knelt by Rey's hand.

Rey lay on her back with her eyes closed. Her head was tilted to the side, giving Finn a good look at her face. The Jedi's expression was peaceful and almost angelic. Her skin was coated with a sheen of sweat however which made Finn worry. He never recalled seeing Rey like this. In fact, he was hard pressed to remember a time when Rey had a cold or ailment.

"Rey?" he asked quickly. Finn grabbed her hand and squeezed it. He was expecting the Grandmaster to snap out of her trance, right then and there. She remained still, which made his heartbeat pound in his eardrums.

"We'll take it from here, Sir," Medic Jan-Le said.

Finn anxiously backed up and let his team get to work. They were the best; which is why he picked this staff in the first place. Confidence in this team aside, Finn's hands immediately went to the back of his head.

The commander muttered something into the ceiling of the Falcon, but whatever Finn said was between he and the maker.

"Her pulse is strong," the second medic stated while double-checking her vitals. "Keep talking to her, Sir. We need a familiar, friendly voice."

Dropping his hands, Finn spun around. He hovered between two paramedics, getting as close as he could to the lounger. His hand grabbed the toe of Rey's boot, giving her a comforting squeeze. Whatever was happening to her, may fall into the realm of the Force. Finn realized this and he needed Rey to know that family was beside her.

"Rey, can you hear me?" he shouted from over their shoulders. "Rey, listen to my voice. You need to stay with us."

The paramedic leaning over Rey opened her eye and shined a flashlight into her retinas. "She's responding to the light," he said. "That's a good sign."

Finn's voice called out again, "Rey…"

The Grandmaster stirred in her sleep, furrowing her brow and shifting ever so slightly. A faint whisper kept calling for Rey to reach out; to come back. She knew she needed to stay here longer — there was something the Force was trying to show her.

Darkness crowded Rey's vision but it wasn't scary in the least. She was comforted by a quiet, albeit distant embrace. Her shoulders relaxed and she had that "waking up after a restful night of sleep," feeling.

Rey opened her eyelids lazily and smiled. Her vision was blurry at first and blinded by the morning sun. Putting a hand up to shield her eyes, a familiar fragrance drifted through the air. Rey realized she must be walking through the Jedi Temple gardens. The distinct, signature aroma was likely the flower beds she planted with her girls when they were very young.

"Hmm?" Rey asked sleepily, hearing a voice calling to her. Turning her back to the sun, the Jedi let her eyes adjust to her surroundings. Rey was happy to find herself standing in the gardens. It was such a lovely morning and she appeared to be alone.

The faint voice called to her again. Rey scanned the vicinity but didn't see anyone. Maybe it was just the breeze.

"Big day today," Kylo said, sneaking behind Rey and grabbing her by the waist. She'd recognize that voice and those hands anywhere.

The Grandmaster squealed, as his fingertips dug in. Rey spun around and came face to face with Kylo's crooked grin.

Suddenly everything came rushing back. Kylo Ren — the love of her life — had crossed the line. Rey's worst fears were confirmed when he embraced the Dark Side. Rey felt the loss of their connection and it sent her into a tailspin.

Complicating things further, Kylo convinced Hanna to stand at his side and leave with him. The Sith had returned to the galaxy. Under Rey's watchful eye, the Sith had kriffing returned.

The betrayal had Rey seething. Kylo Ren had some gall showing up at the temple again. Rey reached back and came forward with a right cross. Kylo sidestepped the punch and caught it. A bewildered look was on his face, as he refused to let her fist go.

"My Love?" He asked with an arched eyebrow. When Rey glowered and tried to break his hold, he grunted loudly in frustration. "What the hell, Rey?"

"You… you turned Hanna against me! You ran off with our daughter to conquer the galaxy," Rey hissed, feeling a swell of saliva building in her mouth. She had to wipe her lips, she was so pissed at him.

Kylo furrowed his brow and chuckled. In doing so, Rey realized there was something very different about the man holding her wrist. He looked older… he was older. Kylo's hard, angular face softened while he laughed. There was something in his eyes; he had faint lines in the corners of them. And his hair had some distinguished wisps starting to form around the ears.

"My Love," he said gently. "That was... some time ago."

Rey furrowed her brow and continued to search Kylo's face. He gave her a slight smirk while rubbing her hand affectionately. Kylo didn't mind that Rey had just taken a swing at him. It was almost as if this was a regular occurrence.

"You're… older," Rey said with a slight hesitation. The Jedi wished she had phrased it differently, but the harm was already done.

"Well, thanks," he grimaced. Kylo looked hurt and released her hand.

"I'm sorry," Rey offered weakly, still wondering if this was a dream or something more. She reached for him but Kylo walked away before she could touch his forearm. He took long strides across the gardens, disturbing the resting butterflies.

Rey watched him storm off until Kylo passed underneath the breezeway. She felt compelled to chase after him and did just that.

"No, it's fine. Really it's fine," Kylo snapped, not turning to look back at her. Rey was right behind him and close enough to reach for his hand. For some reason, she was starting to suspect this wasn't a dream. Everything was to detailed and it felt like Rey was actually standing in the temple.

This was a vision — she was sure of it now.

"Will you stop and talk to me?" Rey asked, chasing him around the corner. "Ben, please."

Kylo came to a stop and stiffened. They were right outside the double doors to the temple sparring room. Rey could hear the crack of lightsabers inside, dueling. The Jedi didn't have time to dwell on the sounds, however. The man she loved whirled around and leaned close to her face.

"You know, I didn't hear you complaining last night. You can't hide your orgasms from me, I know your body too well. And I believe you scratched every inch of my back," he said sharply. "At least once."

"Kylo," Rey whispered. "It's just… don't pay me any attention, alright?" There was something in the Grandmaster's tone that made Kylo give her a flirty smirk. It was usually his job to screw up and say the wrong thing. He was enjoying this.

"Any?" he teased.

"It's not real," Rey continued, glancing away from his intense stare. He had a way of looking directly into her soul and sometimes it was too much to take. "Please, forget I said anything."

"It's very real," Kylo snapped. Despite his tone, he gently reached for Rey's chin.

Her eyes became round and wet. Rey couldn't help but ride the emotional wave that rolled down her chest and made it tighten. The Jedi didn't want to look at his face — she didn't want Kylo Ren to see her like this. This vision was confusing and overwhelming.

Rey couldn't explain it but she was influencing a vision of the future. She wasn't just a casual observer anymore. Being a bystander was one thing, but this was potentially a serious problem.

"Are you feeling alright?" Kylo asked, narrowing his gaze. He had that same smouldering look he usually had while looking at Rey. It was fierce and meant to strip away her mental barriers.

"I'm fine," Rey replied, feeling the Force calling her attention away from Kylo Ren. There was a strong pull radiating from the doors behind the Sith Master — a powerful presence was inside. Rey couldn't help but lean to her right, in order to look past Kylo.

"You're lying," Kylo hissed, stepping to the side and blocking her line of sight.

Rey looked up at him and it became abundantly clear to them both. Kylo could tell there was something different about her. He knew this wasn't his wife. And Rey saw his expression change.

"Ah, kriff," Rey sighed.

"You're not my wife," he said with a snicker. "At least… not yet. You're still pregnant." Kylo's eyes roamed over Rey's body. He should have noticed this right away and a devilish smirk crept over his lips.

Rey didn't appreciate his wandering gaze; at least not right now.

"I have to leave," Rey protested. "Don't say another word to me… this vision has been tainted by our own perspectives. It can no longer be trusted."

"You're not leaving, Rey," Kylo snapped, pulling her closer to the training room doors. The Grandmaster couldn't help herself. With his hands on her shoulders, Rey relented and found herself being guided to the front. His touch was like a pleasant caress and it made her sigh.

Inhaling deeply Kylo said, "You feel that Force signature, don't you? There's a young man on the other side of these doors… and he is quite the handful."

Rey gasped, "No, don't tell me anymore. Not a single word."

"That same Force signature… Rey, that same Force signature is the one growing inside you."

"Our son," Rey gasped. Kylo placed his hand over hers and guided Rey's palm to the wooden doors. He held it against the smooth grain, making Rey spread her fingers nice and wide.

"You feel him in there... training with Kayla and Hanna. It will take them both, you see. Welcome to the future, my love."

"Maker," Rey choked. Kylo's lips were close to her ear and the Grandmaster was trembling in anticipation. "I can't go in… I shouldn't go in."

Kylo leaned in closer and kissed the base of her neck, "This is what you're here for. You came all this way. You need to see him."

Rey's breathing quickened as she felt the warmth of Kylo's hand; the rough, pleasant texture of his calloused palm stopped her from protesting. He pushed her hand into the doors, making them creak and split down the middle.

"You need to meet him, Rey. You need to meet our son, Orion."

A blinding light burst through the opening.

Finn and his medical staff rushed Rey along the narrow corridor connecting the Millennium Falcon to his battle cruiser. The sides of the pressurized hallway were lined with wide, trapezoidal windows.

The color in Rey's cheeks started to return, as the stretcher passed underneath rows of harsh fluorescent lighting.

Suddenly, Rey gasped and sat upright in the stretcher. The unexpected movement of their patient startled the medical staff and the stretcher came to an immediate halt.

"What the hell am I doing here?" Rey asked, looking from side to side and seeing nothing but stars out the windows. The Jedi realized she was in one of the docking tunnels on Finn's cruiser. She should be on the Millennium Falcon; rather on the forest moon of Endor right now. Her senses returned quickly and the Jedi could feel she was nowhere near the system.

"Whoa, easy," Finn said, putting his hand on Rey's shoulder. "You're on my ship for medical attention. Rey, you passed out and were unresponsive. For at least a half an hour you were catatonic."

Rey looked at the stunned faces around her. Over Finn's head, she could see the Falcon docked just outside the port windows.

"Ah, kriff," she swore, swinging her legs over the side of the stretcher. "I'm fine, Finn." The Jedi hopped off the bed, peeling off the medical nodes placed on her temples and wrists.

"Take it easy, Rey," Finn warned while backing up enough to give his old friend room. "We must give you a full medical workup and make sure there's nothing wrong."

Rey closed her eyes and brushed her hands across her abdomen. She needed to return to the Falcon, but Finn's concerned tone was suddenly making a lot more sense.

"You know about the baby?"

"Yes, Lin had to tell us," Finn replied, anxiously taking a step toward his friend. "Now please, will you let my team clear you for active duty."

Rey turned and gave Finn a warm smile. "He's gonna be just fine," she said sweetly. "My son is incredibly strong… even now." There was something about her smile and sparkling eyes that were reassuring. It made Finn's shoulders ease.

"You were suppose to be hunting down the Finalizer, remember?" Rey asked. "We had our separate missions to accomplish. You were going to bring out the big guns."

"Uh, yeah," Finn sighed. He turned to his medical staff and excused them with a cutting gesture under his throat. The paramedics seemed confused with Rey's miraculous recovery. They numly acknowledged their commanding officer and pushed the empty stretcher back into the cruiser.

Rey shook her head and started walking toward her ship. "Why did I have to push open the doors?" she muttered in admonishment.

"What was that?" Finn asked, jogging alongside her and backpedaling.

"Ah… Finn," Rey answered with a hint of annoyance. Moving closer to the Falcon, something seemed out of place. Searching with her feelings it became abundantly clear that her copilot was not onboard.

Raising an eyebrow, the Grandmaster stopped her friend. "Finn… where the hell is my padawan?"

"There's no way anyone could have survived the landslide," Commander Falk spoke into the long range communication hologram. Grand Admiral Hux folded his arms and looked rather annoyed.

"I don't care how long it's been, commander. I want visual confirmation that the target has been destroyed."

"Yes, sir," Falk replied.

The holo projection of Hux scowled and turned away. The transmission flickered and terminated a second later.

Falk rubbed his forehead and adjusted his cap. Glancing at his operator, the commander had a sudden spark of inspiration. "Radio the second AT-ST," he said with a little chuckle. "We're going to get clear and let the TIEs do one final sweep. That should char any remains we recover. Who's to say that the next body we find isn't Lin Dameron. Who would know?"

"Roger, that," Operator Rendo replied. He switched the communications array to speak with their second AT-ST. Looking out the thin visor ahead, he was about to speak when something caught his eye.

Off in the distance, a green blade ignited. The man wielding it carved a path through the mud and debris. He was moving impossibly fast and wore bounty hunter armor. In the blink of an eye, he was behind their partnering AT-ST.

"Sir!" Rendo called out.

The AT-ST never saw Lin coming.

Soaring through the air, Lin came over his shoulder with a swing. The lightsaber cut clean through the armored leg joints on both sides. Lin landed gracefully in a standing position and took a few steps toward Falk and Rendo.

Crashing into the mud, the Imperial relic shook the ground. The Gray Leader stood tall, as dirt and debris blanketed the area around him. One down and one to go.

"Maker!" Falk cried out. "He… he is one of them."

Lin Dameron glared at Falk's armored transport. He twirled his emerald lightsaber, as if to challenge the remaining AT-ST. The deadly foe lowered its cannons and Lin sprang into action.

Smashing the controls to his jetpack, Lin barreled along the marsh with his lightsaber angled forward. The Gray Leader rocketed along in an evasive pattern. He kicked up a cone of muddy water and left a nasty trail of smoke in his wake. The jetpack was on it's last legs, but there was enough in the tanks for this.

The AT-ST fired in succession, moving the earth and narrowly missing Lin with each pull of the trigger.

With the saber angled to one side, Lin closed the gap between them. Mud splashed up and completely covered his visor, but that didn't matter. The Gray Leader made a last ditch course correction, just as the jetpack failed.

Lin's emerald lightsaber sliced straight through the armored shin. A cascade of amber sparks burst in all directions and the AT-ST came crashing down onto its side.

For a few heartbeats, there was quiet across the battlefield.

Lin lay in the mud next to the downed AT-ST. Starting to laugh, Lin picked himself up and rested on his knees. The jetpack was trashed, but it served admirably. The eclipse was nearly over and devastation to the forest was woefully apparent.

Pulling his busted helmet off, Lin chucked it into the mud. There was movement in the downed AT-ST next to him. Both men had survived the crash.

Good, he thought. Time for some answers.

As he adjusted his elbow guards, a familiar roaring screech came from over the tree lines. It grew louder and the TIE formation surveyed the fallen AT-STs.

"Alright," Lin said, spinning his lightsaber in his dominate hand. His gaze narrowed and his jaw clenched. The Force was with him. It should be enough...

The TIEs banked off in the distance and circled back towards the chaotic scene. There was nowhere to run this time and nothing to hide behind.

Lin came here to fight for Kayla and the odds stacked against him didn't matter. The TIEs closed the distance and fired on the Gray Leader. Lin raised his lightsaber in front of his chest and dashed forward. The first barrage of green lasers passed just over his head.

"Wait Rey," Finn said. He followed the Grandmaster on board and into the cockpit of the Falcon.

"What did you mean? You must of had a vision… that's the only explanation. What was behind the doors?" he asked.

"There's no time," Rey replied over her shoulder while starting the preflight sequences. "Lin was right to send me in your direction, but he is vastly outnumbered. I need to get back to my padawan and even the odds."

"Okay, you're right. I'm going to get the girls on Coruscant," Finn stated. His people had just confirmed that there was a Star Destroyer in the area. The Finalizer may have been his main objective, but everything was sideways now. The presence of a second war ship — so close to the women he loved — made the commander extremely motivated to kick some ass.

"It's just Kayla and Ahsoka, I'm afraid. Kylo and Hanna are getting ready to leave. In fact… he might be taking them to that Star Destroyer."

Finn nodded and took one last glance at Rey. He knew this woman very well. She was strong, sweet and incredibly brave. But he could tell when something was much worse than Rey was letting on. Rey was in mother mode and compartmentalizing her feelings. He should have guessed that all of this had something to do with Kylo Ren.

"Can we save them?" he asked with a heavy sigh.

Rey's hand paused on the handle for hyperspace. "They're family. What choice do I have? What choice do we have?"

Finn nodded in agreement. "That's my godson down on the forest moon. I need to make things right with him."

"And my daughters on Coruscant," Rey replied while biting her bottom lip. "I need to make it right with them, too."

Rey and Finn were on the same page. They were depending on each other, just like they had so many times in the past. The stakes were high but that was always the case. Rey wouldn't let anything happen to Lin. And Finn would stop at nothing to protect Kayla and Hanna.

Finn watched as The Falcon made the jump to hyperspace. Rey barely released the ship from the docking arm, before punching the lever. Once the Jedi was completely gone from view, Finn gave new orders for Coruscant.

As Rey settled into her seat, she closed her eyes. The glowing blue tunnel before her granted the Jedi a brief window to reflect and meditate.

She opened the doors in her vision. It was an incredibly dangerous thing to do, but she did it anyway.

This was the second time that Rey could recall, where her presence in a vision affected the outcome of actual events.

Many years earlier, when she first touched Luke's lightsaber, Rey was thrown into a vision of the Jedi massacre. She shouldn't have been there, watching the Knights of Ren slaughter Luke's padawans. But something incredible happened…

Kylo Ren saw a nineteen year old girl appear on the battlefield. One of his men immediately sprang forward and tried to kill Rey. But Kylo stopped him; he stabbed his own dark warrior and saved her life.

Rey was never sure what to make of this and she and Kylo never really talked about that night. They didn't need to expose that wound, on top of everything else. The Dark Warrior was still capable of compassion, even if it meant taking a life.

"Kylo," Rey whispered across the Bond. "Please enter my mind. My walls are down, my love. There is something you need to see."

The Grandmaster allowed herself to enter the vision again, hoping Kylo would seize the opportunity to peek into her mind.

Back at the Jedi Temple, Rey felt her pulse begin to race. Kylo's hand pushed into hers and the double doors finally gave way. The harsh morning light made Rey squint. She ducked into the entryway where there was shade and allowed her eyes to adjust to the scene inside.

The square, training floor was well lit from the sunlight. The beige flooring looked almost white in these conditions and it helped to illuminate the space further.

In the center of the mats, a young man sat on his knees and heels. He was hunched forward in a meditative posture. Rey couldn't see his face, as it was angled downward. His breathing was steady, even though the young warrior had been sparring for some time.

Four lightsaber hilts were arranged neatly in front of him. They lay in a row and each saber had a distinct design. Rey had an eye for lightsabers and as she got closer, something became very clear. Someone had gone through a lot of effort to replicate these particular lightsaber hilts.

Rey had only ever seen these designs in the holocrons she spent a decade recovering. Each hilt was fabricated to mirror a sword belonging to a famous Jedi Master. The one on the end was a dead ringer for Luke Skywalker's lightsaber. Rey swallowed hard, hoping that the weapon wasn't actually Luke's blade. She knew what that likely meant.

Shaking off the thought, the next hilts belonged to Mace Windu, Obi-Wan Kenobi and Yoda. Yoda's hilt had been scaled up, but Rey easily recognized the design.

She turned her attention back to the young man before her. This would have taken considerable talent, dedication and an obsessive nature to accomplish. Rey knew where Orion received that last trait from. On queue, the Sith Master wrapped his arms around her and placed his lips near her ear.

"What do you see?" he asked in a whisper.

"Orion," Rey choked.

His hair was jet black and had a sheen to it in this light. It was tied in the back with a long ponytail and the sides and back came down to his shoulders. The style was similar to the way Kylo wore his during sparring, but there was an individuality that Rey couldn't quite describe.

The young man had broad, muscular shoulders that were exposed through his vest. The vest itself was made out of a contoured composite material. The gray and black vest was striking and the color scheme matched Orion's forearm guards as well. Underneath his forearm guards were shiny black arm bindings. The wraps came to the tops of his biceps and stopped. The look accentuated her son's powerful frame.

It reminded Rey of the arm wraps she wore on Jakku; only these were neater and sleeker.

"Again," Hanna shouted from off to the left side of the room. She was circling the young man, giving him a wide berth. The tall raven haired warrior wasn't taking her eyes off her little brother. She couldn't, in fact. He was much too dangerous.

"No, he's had enough," Kayla protested from the other side. The Jedi Master was in no mood to argue about this.

The twins exchanged fiery glances. Hanna ignited her blue crossguard saber and Kayla quickly followed suit with a pair of lightsabers in either hand. The sisters were sweaty and in their usual attire. They looked as though they may start brawling over this disagreement.

"It's never going to be enough for me," Orion stated, after exhaling through his nose. He finally opened his eyes and sprang to his feet.

Rey gasped when she saw her son's face.

He gave Rey a little smile, allowing her a chance to get a closer look. Orion had Kylo's chin and lips, but his face was fuller. In fact, he looked a lot like Rey from certain angles. His eyes were set similarly to Kylo's, but they were hazel. Orion had his mother's eyes and shared her dimples, too.

The young man's glistening forehead was large like Rey's, but it suited him. Orion's dark locks and slightly pronounced nose framed his face perfectly. A few stray tendrils of hair were stuck to the sides of his cheeks.

Rey couldn't believe her eyes. Orion was the most handsome young man she had ever seen. His smile turned into more of an arrogant smirk, before he stretched his neck to one side.

The four lightsabers on the ground wiggled and flew into the air. With little effort, the first two hilts strapped themselves onto the belt clips on either side of Orion's waist. The Remaining two hilts hovered for a second, before flipping end over end.

Orion turned around and took a couple steps away from his parents. The last two hilts followed the young man and snapped themselves into holsters underneath his shoulder blades.

"That's better," Orion said with a hint of arrogance. "Alright, ladies first."

Kayla and Hanna continued to circle their little brother. When Orion waved them forward, the women stopped moving and held a defensive stance. The women hated when their brother pulled these tactics. It was aimed to get under their skin and although they knew that, it had a funny way of working.

"Ori, I'm going to wipe that smirk off your face," Hanna glared, twirling her crossguard and extending an arm out in front of her.

"Please do," Kayla replied, taking her signature defensive form.

Orion kept his back to Rey and Kylo. His arms did a little shake as though he needed to get limber; in truth, he was ready to go.

"Show off," Kylo whispered into Rey's ear. "I wonder where he gets that from?"

Suddenly, the lightsabers on Orion's back came flying off their clips. They ignited and circled the young man in a defensive pattern. The purple and orange blades moved as though Orion was physically handling them all. The third hilt jumped from the young man's left hip.

Yoda's replica lightsaber ignited in a fierce green and orbited Orion along with the other swords.

Kayla and Hanna gritted their teeth and slowly crept forward. Their younger brother turned around to face Rey. He had his eyes closed again and grabbed the Obi-Wan lightsaber from his right hip.

The cool blue blade roared to life in his hand. Orion gripped the hilt firmly and crouched into a classic Ataru form. The lightsabers continued to circle, but now they were starting to feign parries.

"He fights with four," Rey gasped in shock.

Orion waved his empty hand at Hanna again. She was too smart to play his games and instead she dug her heels in.

"Fine," he growled.

The lightsabers spinning around Orion picked up their pace and became a flurry of color. Without warning, the sabers sprang forward. They flew across the training mats, putting Kayla and Hanna on the defensive.

"Maker," Rey gasped. Her hand lifted to cover her mouth.

Orion's smirk faded and was replaced with a look of determination.

With Hanna preoccupied and fending off two lightsabers, Orion turned his attention to Kayla. He closed the gap with his oldest sister first, since she decided to bring an extra sword with her today.

Kayla was furiously blocking parries from the Yoda lightsaber and now she had to worry about facing her brother one-on-one. He stalked towards her with his shoulders slumped forward and his favorite saber at his side. Lunging forward he came at her with a vicious strike.

"Remotes," Kayla yelled, as her left sword connected with Orion's. He growled and pushed Kayla back, locking their blades. The Jedi Master was glad she brought two sabers. She continued to defend the spiraling Yoda lightsaber with the sword in her right hand.

Orion was quickly flustered that Kayla was having so much success defending his attacks.

A dozen training remotes flew into the air and began firing on Orion. He hissed and disengaged from Kayla. The young man had no choice but to summon the Yoda and Windu lightsabers into a defensive pattern above him.

Hanna let out a sigh of relief, finding it much easier to fight off one lightsaber instead of two. She gained the upper hand and Orion was forced to recall the emerald saber to his left hand.

With a sword in each hand, Orion started blocking the onslaught from his sisters. Kayla and Hanna twirled and flipped over their little brother, trying any combination to disarm him. Above, the training remotes fired onto all three Jedi.

Orion managed to duel his sisters while deflecting the shots from above. The training remotes weren't sure who they needed to target, so they were shooting at anything with a lightsaber.

The Windu and Yoda lightsabers kept them all safe — Orion saw to that. The scene was awesome and horrifying at the same time. The acrobatic twins did everything to disarm their brother, but he was up to the challenge. The training floor was a flurry of spinning lightsabers and deflections.

"Oh this is crazy! I must put a stop to this," Rey snapped, worried for all of her children's safety.

"No," Kylo replied, "You need to see the rest, Rey. You need to see our son pass the trials."

Rey turned and looked up at Kylo with round, questioning eyes.

"You need to see this… so that you know what the future has in store for us. You need to show this vision to me, Rey. Hanna and I are worth fighting for. Show me this vision, just like you did all those years ago."

On the Millennium Falcon, Rey gasped and opened her eyes again. The ship emerged above the Endor system, panning around the gas giant. The Grandmaster could feel Lin's presence. The young man was a fighter and he needed to hold on for just a little while longer.

The Jedi wiped her forehead and steadied her breathing. Rey took a moment to collect herself and her thoughts as she maneuvered the ship towards the forest moon.

"Kylo Ren," Rey stated clearly across the Bond. "I must show you something. Kylo Ren, you will answer me when I reach for you."

A/N: Oh, so excited to show you a glimpse of Orion when he's grown up. I've been thinking about what his adventure will be and it should be a lot of fun. Lin Dameron has held his own in a very tough scenario but now I think its time for him to get some help, don't you? Panda has an awesome drawing of Orion and when she posts it, I will reblog the hell out of it. This update is small, but has some crucial elements.

How can project checkpoint be real? Well, that got me thinking about the Force vision that Rey had of Kylo Ren. The two are connected, but what if Rey appeared just as she was? Kylo would have seen this young woman in the rain, about to get stabbed. He saved her life and she vanished. That ghost would have haunted him... probably drove him to track down Luke for answers. Just a thought.

Maybe Rey has already influenced the timeline... altering it.