Note: POV changes in these chapters because of fight scenes please pay attention. Also, I am not an expert on the forms. I think I did Form III right. Please be kind if you review.

Fin POV

"How the hell did these people find us?" I screamed at Toby. "Did they track our ship?"

"Keep one alive and ask them," he screamed back in my direction.

I rolled my eyes, man I hate that guy.

I was hacking away at the clones who were coming at us but it was clear we were going to be overrun. They had the surprise, the numbers, the organization, and we were a bunch of people with guns. I really should have boarded that frigate when I could and get the hell off this rock. Now I was going to die here.

"Where's Rey?" I asked.

"The woods."

"Why?"

"Cause she's smart."

God, I hate this guy.

The lightsaber was supposed to be instantly superior to other weapons in the hand of someone who knew how to use them. I however, had no idea what I was doing. Hold your thumb on the button to make it glow and swing it in the direction you want it to go, that was about it. It was a laser sword which meant it could dodge bullets and cut things, but I didn't want to get close enough to a clone to cut their head off, so I was just dodging bullets. There was a way that you can ricochet the bullets back onto your attacker, but I didn't know how to do that. So the most powerful weapon in history and I was using it as a big shield.

I turned around and there was Toby. "Give me that," he demanded, pointing at the lightsaber. I threw it at him, and he threw me the blaster.

Toby POV

I left Rey alone in the woods and instantly I regretted it. The First Order was attacking us and just knew she was going to be hurt. Not like she couldn't handle herself, but she was going to get overwhelmed like I did when we were attacked by Ben, all those years ago. It wasn't a boyfriend feeling like I needed to protect her, it was more like a gut feeling that something was gonna go bad. It was the Force.

I realized that the Force was back in my system, and I had welcomed it with open arms. It was Rey. Rey was the key to getting back to the Force and understanding more about who I was and how I fit into this world. I shut myself off from the Force when Kylo Ren, my brother, had captured and tortured me, but slowly over these last few weeks I had healed in a way I didn't think possible and it was because of Rey.

Suddenly, we were surrounded by troops and I knew I could get us out of it, if I was willing to submit to the Force, if I was ready.

"Hand me that," I said to Finn, and he tossed me my grandfather's weapon.

In my hand, I could feel the weapons drawing me away from the Dark Side and towards the Light. I wondered if it was not the weapon who was evil but the one who held it who decided destiny's fate. After that brief second, I turned it on.

The Force didn't flow through me like I remember dictating my actions immediately and suddenly turning me into a fierce and cunning warrior. No, for a moment, it was just me holding a lightsaber, standing there like an idiot. Then I felt this sensation in my toes where it was like I came alive for the first time. It was like when you sit on your foot and it falls asleep, and then you try to walk, that kind of feeling, but it slowly spread through my entire body. My body was waking up. The Force was waking up.

Then I turned into a fierce warrior. Uncle Luke had taught me all seven of the forms and I was best at Form III, Soresu. I love it because it mainly focuses on defeating your opponent with defensive moves, and it is highly dependent on skilled precision. You worked on keeping your momentum going while minimizing your exertion and output. When I saw it I became in love with it because it was one of the most elegant forms. Suddenly, I couldn't wait to show it to Rey.

I began to move through the battle, and deflect bullets, not worrying about the ones who weren't close to me, cause why would I? I took down clones with a simple flick of my wrist, their screams didn't bother me, because they were the ones killing innocent people, not me. I was a protector, like a Jedi of old, like Uncle Luke and my grandfather. Well, maybe not my grandfather. But, yeah, he protected people in the Clone Wars before things got bad. I am a Jedi like my uncle and my grandfather before me.

A roar sounded over the forest, and I realized that Uncle Chewie was in trouble, and that probably meant my dad too. I ran after the sound, slashing troopers as I went. Finally, I came upon Uncle Chewie, Dad, and Finn, all surrounded my troopers. I ignited my weapon and took off slashing through two before the element of surprise was gone. Uncle Chewie and Dad grabbed the guns and started shooting people. Finn grabbed a gun too, and at least shot someone, which was something.

"They took Rey," said Finn.

"And put her on a ship," I said. "We need a ship if we are gonna go get her. How stupid are you?"

"What's your problem?"

I ignited the lightsaber. "You want to find out?"

"Boys. Goal here is to get Rey. Again, fight later." Neither of us moved. "Tobias!"

I deactivated the sword. "Not worth the energy," I muttered and walked back towards the castle.

My dad stayed behind to say something to Finn, probably an apology I didn't want to make. Uncle Chewie came up to me and picked me up giving me a hug.

He roared.

"Yeah, I guess I am a Jedi now."

He roared again.

"No. I am not happy about it."

A couple of moans from him to ask me why.

"Cause great Jedi can make great Sith."