"Enough of this."

Unkar Plutt's crusty voice growled as he waved a hand at the girl. Rey, fourteen years old, quarter staff in hand, glared up at the larger man. It was dusk now, and the only thing illuminating the two were a couple of dusty lamps. They were alone in the scrap tent, every other being already off to their own dwellings for the night.

"No! You can't just ship me off like a piece of scrap!" Rey protested, raising her voice as she barked her resistance. Plutt, who glared at her response, shook his head.

"I can, and I will." He snarled, pointing a finger in her direction before turning and sauntering off. Her face twisted into an angry grimace before she quickly followed behind him.

"I can't leave Jakku! You know that!" Rey shouted, jogging a bit to try and catch up to him, in order to cut off his stride, "I have to wait for my parents, I can't go anywhere!"

"Your parents," Plutt huffed dismissively with a roll of his eyes as he pushed a hand out to his side. It collided with the young Rey and caused her to stumble back. She paused to recover as he spoke again, "They're not coming back for you, girl. I'm sending you off." His tone was clear and decisive as he continued walking, not even turning around to look ather. Drawing in a quick breath, she moved to catch up again.

"I'm not your property!" She declared firmly. Suddenly, the Crolute whipped around and grabbed her by the collar, lifting her so her toes barely touched the ground. Rey grabbed desperately at his forearms for stability, dropping the staff in doing so as she struggled against him.

"You are whatever I say you are, little runt!" He shouted in her face now, Clearly fed up with this conversation, "And for your information, your dead-beat parents sold you to me all those years ago. Last I checked, you don't sell people you care about. So, if you haven't got it in your mind yet, let me help you," Plutt moved his face closer, causing her to grimace as tears welled in her eyes from his words, "They're never coming back for you. You're just like every other piece of useless scrap on this planet; Unwanted, unloved. Best get that sorted in your delusional little mind before it's too late. You're nothing," And with that, he tossed her to the ground.

Landing hard on the sand, she let out a small yelp, tears streaming down her cheeks as Unkar's words sunk in deep. She felt the whole world spin as she moved on to her knees, arms wrapped around her midsection as she hunched and sobbed. His words ignited her fears of being no one, of no one caring for her, and of wasting her life away. Looking up through her sobs, she made eye contact with Plutt, who stared down at her, disapproval in his eyes and no remorse to be found. Shaking his head, he finally turned away.

There was a long pause before he spoke again, "Bring me double and you might be able to stay." He growled, before walking off and exiting the scrap tent. This left Rey alone as her head fell forward and rested itself on the cooling sand as she returned to her sobs. Her body quivered as she desperately tried to rationalize what Unkar had just told her, desperately tried to tell herself that he was saying things only to be hurtful. He can't be right, she urged herself, this can't have all been for nothing. How would he even know for sure the words he spoke were true, anyway? But no matter what she tried to calm herself with, the sobs just kept coming and coming…

Gasping out, Rey's eyes popped open, the warming metal walls of her home on Jakku coming into view, breaths quick and desperate as she tried to retain her surroundings. Blinking a few times against the bit of sunlight that filtered in, she sniffed as she tried to get a bearing on herself. Sitting up and gripping her chest, she wiped at her tear soaked cheeks as her eyes desperately flitted from object to object inside her AT-AT dwelling. Slowly but surely, she calmed herself down enough to stop hyperventilating and relax. When she felt calm and secure enough in reality, Rey flopped back down on the hammock and rested her forearm over her eyes.

"A nightmare..." She murmured to herself, shuddering a bit. The haunting, distant memory lapped at her as she drew in deep steadying breaths, desperately trying to push it far away from the front of her mind. She had buried that memory a long time ago for a reason.

After a while, she let out a heavy sigh. Rey pulled herself out of the hammock and stretched her aching body, feeling the stress it had been put through the days leading up to this moment. Rubbing at her eyes, she walked over to where she kept her rations to see if she had any left. Lucky for her, she had one-quarter portion left. It wasn't much, but it would do to satisfy the nauseating rumble in her stomach.

As she began to make the ration, her mind drifted back to the nightmare. The scavenger found it awfully strange that she had had a nightmare, she usually didn't dream at all. It had been so long since she had remembered the dreams she had, and even longer still that she had such a haunting dream. Any of the dreams in recent memory had been nonsensical, full of random people and story lines; nothing of note. But this had specifically been a memory, and one that she had particularly tried to store away and forget about.

Sighing, Rey tried to push the memory out of her mind for now as she focused on preparing her breakfast. Once the meal was made, she grabbed a cup and went over to her water storage. Happy to see it untouched, she filled the cup. Seeing it now, she realized just how thirsty she was after everything that had happened. Downing the first cup with a satisfied sigh, she filled it up again before re-securing her supply and going back to her food. Picking up her plate, she headed out of the AT-AT to eat outside.

Blinking at the morning sun, Rey glanced around the area. It was all untouched, though her footprints from the night before had been slightly covered by a thin layer of sand. Moving now, she climbed one of the more buried legs of the AT-AT and walked up to the roof of her home. Setting her items down, she sat on the slowly warming metal facing the TIE, which sat seemingly untouched by the shifting sand. Digging into her food now, she kept her eyes on the horizon in thought.

Seeing Jakkuin the morning light made her heart sink once more. Her hope that she would feel back to normal diminished, remembering that her heart had sunk everyday she had awoken on a planet without her parents. Trying to push those thoughts out of her mind, she instead proceeded to think about the voice that had spoken to her the day before as she ate.

A destiny. What an odd thought. She didn't understand how someone as insignificant as her could possibly have a destiny. It especially frustrated her that she had to wait so long before finding out about it. But her mind wandered with the words, as she imagined what her future might be. If Sheev Palpatine was truly her grandfather, perhaps her destiny was to carry on his legacy. Perhaps it was to destroy him. Or perhaps it had nothing to do with him at all. Maybe she was meant to be a Jedi, and that was why the lightsaber had called out to her. The world of Jedi, lightsabers, and the force was all foreign to her, so the possibility of that entangling with her destiny could hardly be entertained in her imagination. She had no idea what could even happen if those things were in her path; she barely understood their basic concepts.

Sighing, she took a long sip of the water before going back to staring. The rolling hills of sand were undisturbed, as not even Teedo was out this early. The silence of the planet was almost calming, if not for the fact that it was still Jakku. It gave her space to think and breathe without the pressure of the First Order or some war she didn't know anything about. The looming of the TIE reminded Rey that she wasn't stuck here. She had a ship, the galaxy was her's, and now that her ties to the planet were severed due to the news she had received last night, nothing was keeping her there.

Finishing her food and setting the plate down, she gulped down some more water before flipping onto her back. Arms sprawled as her eyes stared at the ever-blueing sky, Rey wished her grandfather would speak to her again. Now that she was rested and had time to think about everything that had just happened, she felt ready to receive more information and talk more about what she'd do next. The scavenger would be lying if she said she didn't find comfort in the hope that her grandfather would guide her. She was alone, after all. The only thing she had right now was him. He was her possibility at a purpose, at destiny, and the ability to live life as it was meant to be lived.

After blinking a few times she slowly let her eyes shut, basking in the sun and the peace of the much resented planet. Oddly, in that moment, her life didn't feel so utterly hopeless. For once, she felt like she could be someone, go somewhere, do something. For once, Rey felt free.

"Did you sleep well, granddaughter?" A diplomatic voice jolted her body slightly in surprise as it rang in her ears. Eyes popping open, she glanced around before relaxing again. It only took a second before she recognized the voice of Palpatine, which had come to speak with her once again. She felt an overwhelming sense of peace at this, confirming that it was all real.

"Yes. I did. Thank you." Rey responded softly with a small nod as she let her eyes shut again, relaxing under the rising sun.

"Good. Good. I sense that you are much more at peace today." Palpatine said simply. This caused her to nod again and stretch before sitting up.

"Yes. Your guidance has shown me clarity." She answered truthfully. Even just hearing his voice kept her level headed.

"That is certainly good to hear, sweet girl," he cooed plainly, "I am sure you have many questions. Now with a clear mind, you may ask them, and I will do my best to answer."

Listening to this, Rey pursed her lips slightly in thought, eyes scouring the horizon once more as if her questions were lying with the sand dunes. She tried her best to think of the most important questions first, in fear that he would leave her once more with more confusion than she had now. Humming softly, she drew in a breath.

"Alright…" Rey began, tapping her fingers gently against the metal under her, "My parents. Why did they leave me here? Why did they sell me?"

"Ah...your parents," came Sheeve's all-knowing reply almost immediately, "My son, your father. He was a brave man. A good man. He stood for what was right. Forever loyal to the Empire, to everything I built. You see, he posed a threat," the emperor informed, "After my defeat, the new republic began to form. Affiliates to the Empire were being exterminated left and right, simply for believing something different," Rey listened to him silently, brows furrowing gently in thought as she took in his words, "Out of everyone, the most sought after target was your father. Being of blood relation to me, they believed he could not live. He and his wife managed to hide for a while… Until they were cornered. With nowhere left to hide, they did what they could for you. Leaving you here was all they could do to save you. The New Republic knew not of your whereabouts, and your parents said nothing as they died honorably so that you could live on."

Rey grimaced and hung her head. She tried desperately not to think about her parents being slaughtered, but the information she was receiving was conflicting her preconceived notions of the Empire and the Republic. Most everything that she had heard was that the Empire was bad, and the Republic was good. Luke Skywalker destroyed the evil that had sent the galaxy into unrest and torture. But to hear that they had simply exterminated people was horrifying, especially hearing that they had hunted down her parents like anoobas.

"I understand this information is foreign," Palpatine spoke up once more, almost as if he had read her thoughts and he sought to quell her internal dialogue, "The information about what the Empire actually accomplished has been skewed as time pressed forward. What I built was necessary. Order is necessary. Under the galactic senate, so many perished. It could get nothing done. It wasn't until I stepped in, stepped up, did the tide of the Clone Wars turn and end in our victory."

"I...I understand. I've just heard so many people speak ill of the Empire…" Rey muttered softly, drawing her knees up to her chest and hugging them gently, resting her chin on top of them.

"This, I am not surprised about," her grandfather replied simply, "To truly ensure peace, unfortunate actions must be taken first… Sometimes, dear child, things must get a little worse to get a lot better. What I was doing was revolutionary. Without myself and the Empire, the galaxy would've torn itself apart amidst a civil war. It was I who brokered the treaty between the old Galactic Republic and the Sepratist alliance of the Clone Wars. Though, I'm not surprised the New Republic has attempted to demonize my work."

Nodding slowly, Rey was simply trying to process all this. It was so much information at once that it was toppling her world view on to a whole different plane. The people who she had heard of, believed in, trusted in for as long as she could remember were actually at fault for every traumatic thing she had endured. While it was all so hard to believe, she couldn't fathom why her grandfather would lie to her. And she supposed it made sense, in a way. If the enemies of one side prevailed, they'd do everything in their power to stomp out the last of the losing side; including the kin of the most powerful piece of it all. Her temples began to ache with this information overload, just as they had the night before.

"Dear granddaughter, I truly comprehend the conflict you must be going through right now. I do." Palpatine cooed softly which caused Rey to sniff slightly, suddenly aware of a lump that had started to rise in her throat.

"You're sure the Republic… killed them?" She asked hesitantly, as her eyes shut tight.

"Sure as the galaxy itself. They called for me to aid them...and I tried," His voice cracked softly as it revealed this information, "The planet I reside on; not even I know how to arrive... I spoke to old contacts to help them as best I could. I mourn my inability to save them to this day." His tone had gone cold and somber, causing Rey to shudder lightly and sniffle.

She believed him, every single word he spoke. She believed him, regardless if it was against some better judgement she knew not of. She could hear sadness and hurt in his old voice as he convinced her of the truth. Drawing in a shaky breath, she rested her forehead against her knees as she let herself come to terms with this information. There was silence, though she didn't feel alone in it. Despite her grandfather not speaking, Rey felt his presence. It was close and warm despite the seemingly endless number of parsecs between them. Something about his presence reminded her of the scarce and faded memories of her parents. They were undoubtedly similar, and she relished in the comfort he provided; one she hadn't been able to have in so many years.

"Rey.." Sheev finally broke the silence, though his voice was calm as a warm breeze as it rushed over her senses, "Come now, sweet girl. You must have other questions." He urged gently, almost in a way of offering her mind something else to focus on. Sniffing gently, she raised her head once more to set her chin on her knees, eyes replacing their gaze back to the sandy horizon.

"Right…" the scavenger muttered gently as she pushed her mind to think past the information she had just received. Drawing in a small breath, she spoke up once more, "The Force? What is it?"

"Ah. The Force. A good question," Palpatine chimed, with a hum to follow as if he was pondering how best to explain it, "The Force is in everything, it is everything. Life, death, power; it is what binds us to our existence and feeds our fervor. It gives us strength, connects us to the galaxy around us. The chosen of us have been gifted with the ability to control the Force. It heightens your senses, extends your abilities beyond the physical, exists for you to use it for its power. You, Rey, are more connected with the Force than you realize. Being my granddaughter, you inherited my gift. The Force surrounds you, raises your potential and capacity higher than all others. You were born to wield the Force."

Hearing this made Rey's heart swell a bit in her chest. Something inside her always knew this information, even if consciously she did not understand. Too many times did she have close encounters that always managed to turn out in her favor, too many times did she make her way out of the most precarious of situations. It made perfect sense that she was always surrounded by this 'Force'.

"Can I learn to use it? Like the Jedi of legend?" Rey asked curiously and hopefully. This caused Sheev to tsk.

"No," he stated firmly and quickly before his tone grew much softer, "No, no, not like the Jedi. The Jedi were limiting, creating arbitrary rules as they sought to control those who were gifted with the Force. They were fools, believing they could uphold some kind of 'will of the Force'. No, Rey, you will learn how to wield the Force, use it to enhance your power with no rules but your own. And you most certainly will never be a Jedi. What you will be is so much more. It is your destiny."

There it was again, Rey thought. That word, 'destiny'. All thoughts of the Jedi rinsed away as she pondered that word, "Destiny…" she muttered lightly before taking a deep breath. "My destiny? What is it?"

"Oh, you dear girl," Palpatine hummed knowingly, "Destiny is not for you to know for certain; how it will play out, when it will come to pass. All I know of your destiny is that you are meant for greatness. That you are meant to return the galaxy to balance."

Rey pouted a bit at this, but was happy for the information. She wanted more, wanted to know her next steps and more specifically what she was supposed to do. Returning balance to the galaxy was certainly a broad topic, one she couldn't even fathom how she could be the key to doing so.

"I… Understand… " she started, picking her head up as she glanced around herself. The metal under her was starting to get a bit too warm to be sitting on now, as the sun rose higher and higher, "Are you to guide me?" She asked as she picked up her plate and her empty cup and stood, beginning her way back down.

"In a way, yes," Palatine responded simply, "I can guide you to your next steps, help you through the process. But I cannot walk you step by step to your destiny. That's the thing about destiny. Everything that is meant to happen, has happened and will happen. Coming to you now is just another piece of your puzzle. You must trust in the Force to guide you."

While she was still a bit frustrated that she couldn't know more, it certainly helped that Palpatine was offering to be her guide. And to know this all powerful Force was with her, guiding her and looking after her, helped her as well. Once her feet found the warming sand, she made her way back inside the AT-AT to put her plate away and to get another drink.

"What are my next steps, exactly?" Rey asked gently, almost afraid she was asking too many questions now. But he seemingly understood this, as he responded.

"Good question, dear girl. You need training, guidance from someone who can provide more than I can now," he informed with a sweetened tone as she discarded her plate in her makeshift kitchen, "You'll have to seek out my close ally, Snoke. A man dedicated to everything I believe. He can train you properly and personally. Unfortunately in my current state, I cannot be the Master you need. But I trust in him to show you our ways of the Force."

Hearing that she would need to seek out someone other than her grandfather made her heart sink a bit, but only a little as she trusted him now. If this 'Snoke' was truly an ally, and someone well confided in by her grandfather, Rey figured it was her best option. She had moved over to her water storage by now and filled her cup, taking a delicate sip of the cool liquid. Being refreshed by it made her realize that she was missing the coldness of space.

"How do I find your ally?" She asked, closing her water storage and returning to sit on her hammock, mostly full cup still in hand as she crossed her legs under each other.

"You must trust me, sweet child." Palpatine began with a hint of hesitation in his tone.

"I…" Rey began, shifting slightly as she drew in a deep breath, "I do."

"Good. Know I would never lead you astray. Snoke is currently the Supreme Leader of the First Order," Palpatine began. This caused Rey to stiffen as her mind shifted back to the freezing walls of the interrogation room, "I understand the past few days haven't left you with the best impression of them. And I admit, they are a little rough around the edges. Without myself there to help them, their goal of continuing my life's work will never truly hit the mark, I'm afraid. But that's why I need you, my darling Rey. You are powerful, headstrong, full of initiative. Not only do I need you, but the First Order needs you; the Empire needs you."

To be needed; this was a concept the scavenger hadn't truly ever felt. People in her life had wanted her, sure. Unkar had wanted her skills, Han had wanted her company, Finn had wanted her friendship, but no one had needed her. And now, to hear that she was, in fact, needed; it swelled in her chest like a badge of honor and pride. Her reservations of the First Order receded like the tide, ever present, though farther back than they were moments before. Despite learning about what the New Republic did to her family, that didn't mean she automatically trusted in the First Order. Though it did enact revenge on the New Republic by destroying its capital and all its senators with it.

"If… you truly believe this is the best course of action for me," Rey responded softly, eyes staring at the clear liquid in her cup that stood still, "Then I will go down this path, with your guidance."

"Good. Good," Sheev hummed with delight, "To find him, all you have to do is set the TIE you have to auto and it will lead itself back to Snoke's ship."

"I understand." She responded.

"But before you do-"

"Hm?"

"You must resolve everything before this point. The pain this planet gives you, you must use it to destroy this part of yourself. The suffering you have experienced, it will strengthen you, drive you forward. To truly progress, you must take power in your emotions. Only then will you be ready."

This caused Rey to hold her breath for a moment before releasing it slowly in understanding. It made sense. She couldn't just wallow in her self pity and grief. It was time to move forward. And he was right, she had to take power in the pain she experienced. It would give her resolution. And this way, she wouldn't feel like all those years waiting for her parents were useless. They would fuel her, give her motivation to prove that everything this planet taught her was wrong. Rey wasn't nothing, she wasn't no one. She had a destiny.

"Thank you for your guidance, Grandfather," Rey said gently, tracing a finger around the rim of the cup, "I wish you could've come to me sooner, but I'm very glad to have you now."

"Of course, dear child. You are full of potential, and now you'll finally see that," Palpatine answered, "Now, take your first steps. And remember, the Force surrounds you, always. Though you have much to learn, you were born to wield it. Never forget that, Rey." And suddenly, she felt alone once more.

Though, alone wasn't really the right term. Despite the fact that if she spoke, her words would fall onto deaf ears, she felt more at peace than ever before. Her loneliness was only physical. She felt appreciated and sought after, almost loved in a way. Hearing that she was needed in any sense of the word caused her heart to soar in places she never thought it could. Suddenly, she was more than a scavenger, a nobody. She had a family, she had a goal, and most importantly, she had a destiny.

Drawing in a deep breath, Rey stood, placing her cup on a small table next to her hammock. Filled with a new found vitality, she decided it was time to go. There was no longer a reason to stay, and she could feel herself itching to be back amongst the stars now that she was free from her waiting. Glancing around her home, she thought for a moment what she needed to bring, if anything. She could only think of two things: her quarterstaff (which was now her second quarter staff, as her other one was gone along with Starkiller base), and the black lightsaber that lay tossed aside near the entrance to her home. Everything else inside of the old AT-AT was just junk. She didn't have anything from her parents, and the few possessions she did have didn't hold any meaning to her now.

Moving now, Rey grabbed up the quarter staff and swung it over her shoulder by the little makeshift strap attached, then moved to pick up the lightsaber. Looking at it in her hands, she took a moment to truly take in its design. Despite wielding two lightsabers in less than a day's time, she never really had a chance to look at either of them. The one she held in her hand now was scorched and charred, the exhaust ports in the side displaying the instability of the weapon. It looked like it was barely being held together, and she found herself wondering if this was a testament to Kylo Ren's unstable mind.

Gripping it tightly, she turned her attention back to her home as she stood by the entrance. The scavenger's eyes scanned over every bit and piece of it as if locking it into her memory. Finally, her eyes rested on the walls covered with notches, each one symbolizing every single day she had spent on this trash heap of a planet. She could feel the lump in her throat begin to rise as she scrunched her nose at it. Take power in your emotions, Rey thought to herself as she echoed the thoughts of her grandfather. Gulping back the lump, she tightened her jaw and furrowed her brows before turning on her heels and exiting the AT-AT for the last time.

Blinking at the harsh contrast of the now sweltering sun, she glanced around the area before heading off towards the TIE. Still adjusting from the transition of light, she made her way around the legs of the fallen imperial walker and towards her destination. As soon as she rounded the corner, she slammed right into a large figure who she hadn't seen standing there before. Stumbling back, she gazed up into the angry face of Unkar Plutt.

"Hello, Rey," he sneered down at her, rage seething behind his words. Rey gasped slightly, taking a step back. He stood before her, arms crossed tight over his chest as he took a step forward, shaking his head, "You have no idea the trouble you're in," he growled out.

"Leave me alone." Rey snapped, gripping the handle of the saber tightly at her side as she glared up at him. This was really the last thing she needed. Glancing past him, she noticed three of his goons inspecting the TIE fighter, only one of them paying attention to their conversation.

"Not going to happen," Plutt snapped before grabbing her arm tightly and drawing her closer to him, "You're going to be paying for that ship you stole from me, and the trouble that you no doubt caused."

"I don't owe you anything!" She barked back, attempting to rip her arm from his grip, but he held tightly.

"Oh? You don't? Well I'll just let you go then," Plutt began as he released his grip on her arm before grabbing her by the collar of her clothes and lifting her towards him. This caused Rey to stand on the tips of her toes, her free hand moving to grab at Plutt's wrists for support as she stared up wide-eyed at him, "Don't be disillusioned, you worthless girl," he spat in her face, "I own you. You're nothing without me. All of your success is mine, and all of your failures too," Rey's lips pursed as she listened, feeling the lump creep back up her throat as she took in his words. Years of abuse swelled inside her, made her want to scream and cry out. Seemingly noticing this reaction, Plutt snorted, "That's right. You. Are. Nothing. You'll always be nothing more than what you scrounge up for me. It's who you are, who you're always meant to be. A little womp rat who does what she's told, who'll never be good at anything she does, and who's always going to be a nobo-"

Suddenly, the crackling red blade sounded across the sand as it pierced right through Unkar Plutt's body. His eyes widened and slowly panned down to see the lightsaber impaling him. Losing himself, he looked back at Rey, who looked enraged as she tightly gripped the hilt of the saber. Slowly, his grip on her released as he collapsed into the sand. Rey, finding her footing now that she was free from his grasp, stared down at him with hatred and anger in her eyes as adrenaline rushed through her body. Watching him take his last breaths filled her with a satisfaction she didn't even know was possible, she felt all the trauma she sustained from him empower her.

Looking up now, all three of the goons were staring at her in shock, realizing they failed in their job to protect and intimidate. Letting out a yell, they charged at her. Digging her heels into the sand, her brows furrowed tight as she prepared for the first attack. Being scattered, one arrived to her before the other two. And as he swung for her, in a feeling she could only describe as an instinct, she ducked and swung the red saber. With a thump to the ground, her first opponent had been cut in half. Witnessing this, the other two slowed down and paused as they glanced at one another. Rey, being fueled purely by her emotions, began to walk toward them. Unwilling to face an opponent with a lightsaber and most likely die, the two remaining body guards turned tail and ran to the speeder bikes they presumably came in on, and retreated.

Watching them go, Rey breathed out a huff as she extinguished the lightsaber. Looking back at the two dead beings who lay motionless in the sand, she felt no regret or remorse. The feelings she had when she saw what she had done to Kylo Ren were far gone. All she had now was power and relief. It was all finally over. This cycles long nightmare that she had endured, she had finally overcome. And seeing Unkar lifeless in the very sand that imprisoned her, strengthened her.

Turning now, she rushed to the TIE fighter and climbed inside, resting her quarterstaff and the lightsaber near the ladder. Sliding herself into the comfortable leather seat of the ship, she took to turning it on and taking up the controls. It powered up with only a small whirring noise before it turned silent again, ready for her next command. Pulling the controls up to lift the ship off the sand, she stared at the bodies, at the AT-AT.

Gritting her teeth, she opened fire. Large bolts of light flashed from the TIE and slammed into the imperial walker. Pulling back as she fired, she left room for the inevitable explosion that would come with such a barrage. And it did. The AT-AT burst into vibrant flame as debris scattered the surrounding area. She stopped firing, taking a few heavy breaths as she relished in the destruction of the pain of her past.

Her pain continued to dissolve as she turned the controls away and upwards as she climbed into the atmosphere. With every mile she climbed, Rey felt more and more relaxed and in control. Seeing the blue sky of Jakku turned to the dotted black of space gave her comfort. She would never have to go back, never have to scavenge again, never have to be nobody. If she could, she would've destroyed the whole planet right then and there.