A new story I decided to write! A role reversal where Rey is part of the First Order instead of Kylo Ren. I really like it so far! Please review! The more reviews the faster I write I find!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Star Wars Story. Just a fan wanting to write.

Chapter 1

I stand there silently by myself as I wait to face my master. The elevator lift is bringing me to him, and the bright light surrounding me in this small space burns my eyes. I stand uneasy, arms crossed at my chest, thinking about what he will say.

Snoke will be angry… disappointed in my actions… my hesitation to kill Ben Solo on star killer base.

But why had I hesitated? I myself didn't know the answer and now I had to somehow explain to Snoke why I didn't kill Ben.

I wanted to. My mind had told me to strike him down in that forest, as I had been ordered to do. He was strong especially with a saber… but I was stronger. I had learned so much from battling with my Knights of Ren that I could predict his every movement. I landed a kick to his abdomen which sent him to the ground.

I walked over to where he was. I was standing over top of him… I had defeated Luke Skywalkers former Jedi apprentice. He stared back at me, his opponent… his enemy that he had just lost too. His face looked so defeated. He was ready to give up and let me kill him.

But something had stopped me. I gripped my saber at my side, the red glow radiated around us. I should have raised it above him preparing to end him, but I didn't. I left it hanging down at my side. I swallowed hard against the knot of emotions that formed in my throat.

Kill him…

But I don't want too…

Kill him now…

I can't…

My inner turmoil was battling inside me. I felt so nauseous. I let my blade retract at my side.

"Leave" I spit out at him.

I turn around and begin to make my way back to the entrance of star killer base. I wouldn't look behind me, I didn't want to see his face anymore. I had just killed his father… I almost killed him.

I snap back to my current reality as the doors to the elevator lift open. Snoke is there along with Hux… that small putrid man. Hux turns to look at me with a cheeky little smile across his face. He had done exactly as Snoke had asked him… I had not. Hux thinks he is the future of the First Order… he was very wrong.

I walk forward and hear the steps of my clad leather boots. A constant rhythm as I glide towards Snoke. I notice the praetorian guards all standing ready to strike if need be, scary looking monsters they are.

The large circular room was vast and open, and he sat in the centre of it all. The impossibly large hideous master was staring at me. I don't break my gaze from his, I will not back down and allow him to punish me. I was not submissive.

"Empress Palpatine" he speaks.

"You disappoint me…" there it was. His disappointment. I wasn't sure if it even really bothered me much. I don't care to be controlled. I am capable to make my own decisions… be a leader. I was a Palpatine. If anyone had right to the throne… lead the First Order it was me.

"Is that so?" I snap back.

He throws his hands out and he has me in his grasp. His force flowing through my body and into my bones. I feel him squeeze harder and harder as I struggle against his wrath. I let out a groan as I try to fight back, but he only pushes harder.

"Don't you be impudent with me girl" he snaps.

I hear Hux laughing off to the side. I squint my eyes and focus harder. My mind races, I need to show him I wasn't a feeble little girl he could control.

Edge him out. Push back…

I reach further inside of myself and give everything I have, and I feel Snoke release his grasp. I drop to the ground but I am still seething with anger at him. Eyes squinted glaring at my supposed Master. If I ever ascend, I wouldn't hesitate to kill him. I wasn't as weak as he thought.

"You did not kill Ben Solo…" he yells.

"I killed Han Solo" I reply. A worthy trade off in my mind.

"But you had the chance to kill Ben Solo and you didn't…" he was being snarky with me.

"No... The planet was being ripped apart…" I spit out.

"So, you fled" he retorted.

I was over this conversation. I would just go along with what he was saying, not attempting to fight him. I craved the comfort of my personal quarters, my alone time reliving the experience on star killer base.

My arms go behind my back and I grip them tight allowing my fingernails to dig into my skin so that I wouldn't snap back. I felt the blood begin to trick out of the self-inflicted wounds.

"I will kill him" I say.

"That's better. And you will… make sure of it" Snoke says. He flicks his hand dismissing us both. In unison, Hux and I walk back to the elevator lift.

Hux wasn't speaking, which was unlike him. He always had something to say to diminish me. He must be waiting until we returned to the elevator, so the we are out of range of our supreme leader to taunt me.

"You certainly pissed him off" Hux said.

I hated this man more than anything else. He was constantly trying to appear as the better of us to Snoke. I had no clue why Snoke had recruited Hux. He had practically raised me, certainly he would only need one of us.

I grit my teeth and turn to him. I throw my body into his so that he smashes into the elevator wall behind us, cracking it slightly. He is pinned and I glare harshly at him. I could have tortured him with the force cutting off his air supply, but I wanted to show him that I can physically overpower him too, not just mentally.

"Wipe that smirk off your face you twat" I spit at him. He looks horrified, scared of what I would do, as he should be. He was a frail man, It wouldn't take much to snap all his bones, one by one… I would give anything to watch him suffer and squirm underneath my rage.

"You will never have the upper hand over me Hux" I let him go. He quickly brings his hands up to where I pressed into him, rubbing away the pain that I caused.

"You're defiant, he won't tolerate it much longer" he says.

"Just because I don't follow every one of his ridiculous requests doesn't mean he would get rid of me… that's wishful thinking Hux" I yell. I turn away and face the elevator door. It should open momentarily allowing my escape away from him.

"We will see" I can feel his cheeky smirk again. I wanted to ignite my saber and slash him… desperately. But I would feel the rage from Snoke, and I was in no mood to go back into his throne room.

The elevator doors open and I quickly slide out.

"Have a good evening…. Rey" he chuckles.

I roll my eyes in response. In the presence of just us he refused to refer to me as empress Palpatine. He felt with that title I was his superior. In reality he wanted me out of the way, so that he could be preceding leader.

I make my way through the corridors leading to the entrance of my quarters. I was exhausted, I felt the heaviness of my body as it moved, my eyes were hard to keep open. I had killed Han Solo… then battled with his son. The events were daunting and emotionally and physically exhausting.

I bring my hand up to the scanner so that the doors would open. I walk into the larger dark room. The walls were black and the floor to match it. There was limited light, only the small overhead bulbs.

This room should reflect who I was… this dark and sinister empress Palpatine. But it always felt foreign, it wasn't where I was most comfortable. On this ship I didn't find comfort anywhere. I was constantly cold, but I craved the warmth.

As a child I was plucked from my mother's arms and told I would be great. I was a Palpatine, not that the name meant much to me then. Since I was five, I was raised by sith… Snoke and anyone who followed him. I trained as a young child, learning to fight… to kill anyone. I have become a monster; I couldn't deny it.

My entire life aboard this ship, a part of the First Order I felt so dreadfully lonely. I had mentors, and caretakers but I never counted them as people I could rely on. I had no family… Snoke certainly was not my family.

I feel a change in my head and my mind shows me an image I'll hold onto for eternity. There I was… my five-year-old self playing in the sand with my… mother. I remember her face and her voice, but her scent and the feeling of her love have long been lost to me.

Rey my love… come see what I've made in the sand.

The little girl I see in my mind, so sweet and innocent runs over to her. Her hair was held in place by three messy buns… my mother always did my hair like this. I haven't worn it like that in years.

My hands instinctively reach into my hair that falls long past my shoulders.

What did you make mummy?

I was so young. This is what a childhood should look like, not the one I had… without love and compassion.

See? A heart! It means I love you…

My mother's hand reaches up and she playfully taps her finger onto my nose. I smile in response, my heart filling with the warmth that I craved.

The images fade from my mind. I wanted to stop hanging onto memories from my past life. I needed to forget, or I would never fully commit to the dark side. It was holding me back.

I pursed my lips into a tight line breathing in a heavy breath. I push further into the room arriving at my work bench. I unclip the saber that was at my side and place it atop the bench.

I have everything at my disposal aligning with the First Order… food, shelter, money, men… power. I shouldn't crave for anything more but at the pit of my core I did.

I needed to remind myself constantly that I was destined to become a Sith… a supreme leader. The Palpatine blood coursing through my veins, I was constantly reminded of it.

I felt filthy from the battle with Ben on the star killer base. I make way to my private bathroom in order to shower. I start the water running it scolding hot, so that I can feel it against my body. I stand in front of the mirror emotionless staring at the girl in front of me.

She was beautiful, she had sharp dark features. Long wavy dark hair, and glaringly dark eyes. But I felt completely out of place. I was staring into the eyes of someone I felt I didn't know.