Harry narrowed her eyes and looked at the parchment she was scribbling her notes on. Rey had been explaining some of the most basic concepts to her– and one of the things that Harry was hung up on was how this universe told time.

"So time here… moves slower?" Harry asked, eyebrow raised.

"I'm not sure what you mean," Rey said, confused.

"Where I come from, there's sixty seconds a minute, sixty minutes an hour, twenty-four hours a day, about thirty days a month, twelve months a year," Harry explained. "Here… you've got one-hundred second minutes, one-hundred minute hours, ten hour days, ten day weeks, ten weeks a month, ten months a year. Do people live shorter lives here?"

"I mean… I don't know," Rey commented. "One of the older ladies at Niima Outpost who worked as a cook for Unkar, I think she was ninety1 when she passed away?"

Harry blinked and blanched. "Okay, so you lot live longer than we do. Even Dumbledore didn't live that long. Merlin's beard…" She trailed off, before shaking her head and clearing her throat. "Okay. So. Hyperdrive?"

What followed was a technical explanation that Harry only partially understood. What Rey lacked in more practical knowledge of the current state of this strange galaxy of humans and aliens, she made up for in having an amazing, in-depth technical knowledge. Watching as her face lit up and she went into a breathless explanation of something pained Harry.

It reminded her oh-so-much of Hermione, and her tireless pursuit of knowledge and understanding.

"Oh, you probably didn't understand much of that, did you?" Rey asked, and Harry merely gave her a grin.

"No, I didn't, but that's alright," Harry commented. "As long as you know about it, that should do. In my life, I've always been someone who leans a bit more towards the physical act of doing, not so much small mechanical work like that."

Rey nodded in understanding. "Not many people really understand the mechanisms of a light-speed drive. They just assume big engine make pretty lights and go fast. I've never gotten my hands on one myself on a working ship, but I've definitely dismantled at least a dozen or more broken ones out of old Star Destroyers and Starskips."

"Well, still, dead useful skill that," Harry pointed out. "It'll make getting off this dead world all the easier."

After a couple days of rather comfortable accommodations, Harry and Rey both left the Sanctuary. Primarily because Rey still had maintenance to do on the various facets of her little home.

"I could help you with all this," Harry offered, earning a skeptical glance from Rey.

"I thought you weren't technically inclined?" Rey asked, eyebrows raised.

"I'm not, technically," Harry commented with a shrug. "But I have a spell that lets me fix things."

She conjured up a small glass cylinder, and showed it to Rey, before dropping it into the sand and crunching it beneath her boot. Pulling her foot up, she showed Rey the fractured shards of glass. With a simple wave of her hand, the glass pulled itself back together into one whole, unblemished item.

Rey looked at her for a few seconds as she banished the item back to non-existence.

"I… think I'd rather not rely on the Force or Magic, or whatever that is to fix some of these problems. They're very fragile systems, and the slightest deviations can cause catastrophic failures," Rey admitted, glancing at one of the panels on the wall. "Like this minor oxygen leak."

Harry followed her closely as she went deeper into the interior of her home, finding the source of the small oxygen leak. Rey grimaced.

"It's not enough of a problem to put us at risk," she explained. "Though it's bad enough where it can become a rupture risk if the pressure changes too quickly."

"I can't just repair it?" Harry asked.

"No, but what you could do…" Rey said, trailing off. "If I was to show you some schematics, could you create parts for me?"

Harry blinked, before giving her a bright grin. "Very clever! Yes, I definitely can do that. I can't replace electronics, mostly because I don't know how to… envision them enough, but I can do mechanical things just fine."

Rey ended up handing her a number of informational tablets that contained some simple schematics.

"If you could make some of these basic items, you'd be doing me a favour," Rey said with a grin.

The specifics of the mechanical items themselves required some concentration on Harry's part, but she ultimately managed to conjure up some things that Rey was able to use to start repairing parts of her homestead that were showing signs of age.

"Are these permanent?" Rey asked as she sealed up the oxygen leak.

"They are," Harry said with a nod. "Or well, functionally permanent. We'll both be long dead by the time the magic wears off on these."

"Is all of your magic like that, or can you control how permanent something is?" Rey asked curiously.

"It sort of depends," Harry said thoughtfully. "I can certainly control the amount of magic I put into something, which does limit it's permanence, but conjuration is typically a permanent form of transfiguration– alteration is a little more finicky and depends on what the item is. Living things, no, permanent transfiguration is incredibly difficult. Non-living things… far easier."

"Fascinating," Rey murmured. "There's a lot of opportunity there. Your repair charm, it works on electronics?"

"Every thing that exists knows what it's so-called 'proper' state is," Harry explained. "Repairing that item with a spell will return it to that state."

"And the item is as good as new?" Rey asked, eyebrows raised.

"Functionally so, yes," Harry said. "My glasses have been broken so many times, I couldn't even begin to count the number of times it's been hit with a repair charm."

Rey rubbed her cheek. "Well, I think we'll have to try that out at some point. I don't know how much I'd trust it but… it might be dead useful sometime."

"I'm sure you'll get to know all about the kind of things I can do," Harry said with a snort. "And not all of them involve magic."

"Oh?" Rey asked, curiously.

"Well, I was a bit of a scrawny git as a teenager–being starved regularly does that to you– but I kind of became something of a jock after finishing school. As fun as therapy was, reliving all of my traumas over and over again, I spent more time in the Auror training room or at the gyms."

Rey's eyes hovered over Harry's arms for a moment before she gave a slightly lopsided grin.

"The last time I met someone with muscles like that, it was a Wookie trader," Rey commented, wiggling her eyebrows.

"What's a Wookie?" Harry asked.

"About three meters tall," Rey described. "Covered head to toe in thick fur, and capable of ripping people's arms off if you piss 'em off enough."

Harry blinked in shock. "Remind me never to get near one."

"Eh, they're not that bad… if you're not a threat to them, that is," Rey said thoughtfully. "They apparently suffered a lot during the age of the Empire, as far as I've heard from the few I've met. They were a common source of slave labour because of their abnormal longevity among the species of the galaxy."

Sleeping in the small, slightly cramped environment of Rey's hovel had actually forced the two women to get closer than they otherwise would have.

"I can sleep on the floor," Harry protested hotly, earning rolled eyes from Rey.

"Harry, just get in the bloody hammock," Rey insisted, throwing her shirt at the older girl.

That's how Harry ended up sitting up in the slightly swaying hammock, listening to the sound of the sand buffeting against the metal hull of their shelter. She felt Rey shift, and the younger woman curled up against her side, reaching her arms around her and giving a content sigh as she tightened her hug.

Harry snorted. That was a surprisingly common trend with people she shared beds with since she'd filled out. After hitting her stride, despite her abhorrent sleeping habits and the like, the potions she'd been put on after the war had made her shoot up like a beanstalk, and all the working out she did instead of… you know, therapy, had made her everyone's favorite muscley cuddle bear.

At least when they weren't freaking out when she had her night terrors, flipping out bone-breakers and blood-boilers into empty rooms out of a form of delusioned paranoia.

"You shouldn't worry about that stuff," Rey mumbled.

Harry looked down. Rey's sleepy brown eyes were staring up at her and she gave Harry a slight smile. "I'd never judge you for having problems like that."

"How'd you know I was thinking about it?" Harry asked, bewildered.

"It's the same feeling I get sometimes when I'm piloting a speeder… or fighting off scavengers. I just do," she murmured, burrowing deeper into Harry's side. "And yes, you're incredibly comfortable. I think I'm going to have to insist you sleep with me every night from now on."

Harry blinked in surprise before laughing.

This was the habit they'd kept up for the days which followed as the sandstorm howled outside their safe habitat. Closer still they grew together as Rey would talk about her dreams and desires and wishes, and Harry would talk about where she came from, and the people that she had known on her home world.

Some evenings latter, while Rey napped to Harry's side, Harry was engrossed in one of the books she'd taken with her through the Veil.

"What're you reading?" Rey asked gently from where she was positioned next to Harry, startling the older woman.

"Oh, you're awake," Harry said with a snort, giving Rey a look. "I'm just reading something from back home."

"I've never seen that kind of material before," Rey observed, looking at the book carefully. "What is it?"

"This is a book. It's leather-bound, I got it as a birthday gift from my friend Hermione," Harry responded with a light chuckle. "She turned me into a book-lover after the war ended. Silly, really… but she knew I had kind of a fancy for ancient classics, so… she got me this book."

"Read it to me," Rey said gently. "What's it about?"

"Well… it's…" Harry spoke as if she was going to explain before she trailed off. Shaking her head, she flipped the book back to it's first page and cleared her throat.

"So. The Spear-Danes in days gone by, and the kings who ruled them had courage and greatness. We have heard of those princes' heroic campaigns…"

Rey was startled awake by the sensation of someone dumping ice over her. She didn't even know what ice was but it felt like… cold! freezing cold!

The second thing she noticed was the thrashing, and only after a moment, did she realize that thirdly, their small space was being filled with the sound of screaming that she'd only heard a few times in her life. The sound of an unlucky scavver being flayed alive in the sandstorms, or the sound of someone left to be picked apart by the steelbeaks under the unforgiving sun.

"Harry," she said over the screaming, trying her best to restrain the woman who was much bigger than she was. "Harry, it's me. It's Rey. Please wake up. It's okay. Nothing can hurt you here."

It took a couple minutes of soothing coaxing into Harry's ear, but eventually the woman let out a gasping breath and a shudder.

"Rey?" Harry asked weakly.

"I'm here, Harry," she said in an attempt to reassure the older woman. She didn't quite know how to be as reassuring as she could, but she could try her kriffing best.

"P-Please don't leave," Harry said, her voice a shivering warble, much like the rest of her was violently trembling.

"Everything will be alright," Rey said assuringly, gently resting her hand on Harry's side. She hoped that the physical contact would serve as some kind of grounding. "I will never abandon you, Harry. I promise you."

"I-I'm sorry," Harry said. "I didn't mean t-to bother you… wake you up,"

"Harry," Rey reassured the older woman, moving her hand up and gently patting on Harry on her arm. "You are not bothering me. Anybody who ever said that your nightmares and struggles were bothering them is full of it."

"Thanks," Harry said, taking in a deep breath. "I'm… not okay, most of the time. I put a lot of it behind my shields, but sometimes it leaks out. That's when the nightmares happen."

"That's alright," she said gently. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"Are you sure? It's… not… you know…" Harry trailed off, uncertainty in her voice.

"Talk to me, Harry," she said encouragingly.

Harry took in a deep breath and nodded. "Alright. So. Ten years ago, I was entered into a tournament against my will…"

"Are you sure you want to accompany me?" Harry asked as they swung together on the hammock. "I've got too many problems to count, and I wouldn't want to burden you with them."

"Harry." Rey's voice was very firm and allowed for no debate. "You are not a burden to me. You're… kriff, how do I even begin. You are the most interesting person I've met in my entire life. You carry everything about you on your shoulders like something out of those historical epics you've been reading to me. It's…"

She took in a deep breath. "It's admirable," she admitted with a light laugh, gently running her fingers over Harry's palms. "You're as tough as any scavver I've met, and you come from a planet of greenery and water and luxury."

"Is that such a bad thing?" Harry said with a laugh.

"Core Worlders, who come from places like that… they're…" Rey trailed off, thinking. "Not the most compassionate people ever. I've seen the holos of the Senate debates during the Republic. Some of them are okay, but most of them can't see past their own noses for all the awful shit in the galaxy. They perpetuate it."

"Mmm," Harry hummed. "Well… I think between the two of us, the galaxy will just have to move aside."

"Who? Me? I'm just… Rey Nobody, left on this ball of sand by two drunkard parents," Rey said, shaking her head.

"You're not nobody. A wise person once said to me that because of the likelihood in which we exist, the circumstances that had to come together, to culminate in our births… we can never be nobody. We exist, therefore we are somebody. The people who discard you, treat you poorly, can all sod off. I think you're wonderful, actually."

"I think you're wonderful too," Rey said. "Your eyes are beautiful, d'ya know that?"

"They are?" Harry said with amusement. "You know, it's caught me off guard a couple times when I'm cleaning myself up and I notice they're orange still. I don't know if that'll ever go away."

"No, I like it," Rey said, shaking her head. "They glow, like a hyperdrive when it's engaged. That lovely bright orange."

"Only you would compare my eyes to an engine in transit, you dork," Harry said with a snort.

Rey cuddled closer to Harry.

"It's what I know," she said seriously. "You are a lovely person, Harry Potter. Everything about you is just… beautiful. You've suffered so much but… you still have kindness and gentleness. That's a rare thing, from my experience."

"Rey-" Harry said, frowning.

"Don't," Rey said hotly, pulling herself up and placing her hands against both sides of Harry's head. "Harry, when was the last time someone told you that you were gorgeous?"

"I- I don't know?" the older woman said with a blink of surprise. "I guess maybe a newspaper article a couple years ago before I basically became a hermit? They said that I'd be pretty if I, like, went out more… and dressed a little more femininely?"

"Kriff that," Rey said. "You, Harry Potter, are beautiful."

Rey leaned in and pressed her lips against Harry's, lingering for just a moment before she gave Harry a smile.

"Getting to know you over the last few days… I don't feel so alone anymore," Rey admitted. "And well, if you need reassurance of your beauty, your worth, and all that other stuff, then I'll be that person for you."

"My last girlfriend got tired of my pity party real fast," Harry pointed out. "Rey… how much do you even know about romance and things like that?"

"I know plenty about it!" she defended hotly. "I've seen Devotion of the Harvest Moon, thank you!"

"…Devotion of the- what?" Harry asked, blinking.

"It's probably the best love story ever," Rey said dramatically. "It's the story of a young ISB agent named Taya Konmari and a young rebel named Kayden Orthos. They're star-crossed lovers who are denied the right to be together because they're enemies. They sneak away from their posts constantly to find a rendezvous, sneaking kisses in the dark where they can never be seen, and Kayden is eventually convinced to defect to join her at her home on Coruscant, and the Rebels kill him in cold blood before he can escape. The ending isn't very romantic, but the rest of it is!"

"Aren't the Empire the bad guys?" Harry said, eyebrows raised.

"Well… it's just a stupid story!" Rey said, blushing. "I grew up out here, and all I've got is what I can salvage from the debris. This was the only thing I had that passed for emotional content growing up."

"Rey, true romance isn't a fairy-tale story with a beginning, a middle and an end. It's far messier than that, or at least it can be. I can't even claim to know a whole lot about it myself. Every relationship I've had has ended miserably," Harry mused. "I mean, we've known each other for what… less than a 'standard week'?"

Rey frowned. "So? Romance can come from anywhere, anything!"

Harry didn't respond for a moment, and Rey watched as she rubbed the back of her neck and looked at her with her penetrating, golden eyes.

"Rey," she began. "I'm not disagreeing with you. I just… what if we find out tomorrow that we hate each other? Why put ourselves through that anguish for… what could very well be nothing more than simple fling?"

"I don't see it that way," Rey said, wrapping her arms around herself. "I didn't think you did either."

"I'm a pessimist, Rey. That's… just how I am," Harry said, running a hand through her hair. "I just don't know what to say. Why do you want to get into this so quickly?"

"Because the life of a scavver, or a wandering Force sensitive, or whatever you want to define us as, is short," Rey said, half pleading. "Something in me is telling me that you and I should be together, and it's practically screaming."

"I put absolutely zero stock in Divination. The stars do not align to tell us we should fall in love, Rey. Love requires honest effort. Soulmates just… aren't a thing. Believe me, I've asked." Harry said, grimacing. "I just… don't know."

Harry shook her head and rubbed her jaw. "I'm going to sleep in my sanctuary tonight, Rey. I just… need some space." she said softly. "I'll see you tomorrow."

After Harry went inside her trunk, and as the night dragged on, Rey lay in her hammock by herself, feeling the keening loneliness from the loss of her new companion. She was thinking constantly about… what she was feeling and why it felt the way it did, and why Harry didn't seem interested.

Wasn't that how romance worked? That's how it always worked in the stories she watched. A flash of flame, passion between two people colliding together amid stars and moons…

But that wasn't realistic, was it?

Perhaps she had been a little too eager to leap into something as serious as a relationship, and relying on cliché serials from the Empire was not the way to go about it.

When Harry finally emerged from the trunk again, Rey was first to speak.

"I'm sorry," Rey began. "All I've ever known about things like romance and feelings are predicated on those stupid serials I've watched. I didn't mean to be… so pushy."

"I've been thinking about it," Harry said simply. "I think if we don't take it for granted, and we give each other an out if things don't work out, we can maybe give it a shot."

"Wait, seriously?" Rey asked.

"I never said that I wasn't interested, Rey," Harry said, stepping forward. "Nor did I say that you were unattractive. It just felt a little sudden, but now that I've had a day to think about it more… I stand by everything I said. You're fantastic, and I'm more than happy to give it a shot."

"Oh, Harry!" Rey said gleefully, hugging the older woman tightly.

Ben had been stuck in a rock formation for several days having to subsist on outdated Republic rations, waiting for the storm to clear. Now that it had, he had finished the rest of the trek into the Niima Outpost to find that the vast majority of the Outpost was humming with something resembling anger just beneath the surface.

Pulling his cloak hood over his head and trying his best to plend into the woodwork, he pointedly ignored the simmering resentment throughout the outpost and went to the small cantina in the Outpost settlement and looked around for his mark.

He was of two minds now: he could still feel the Dark Side Master's presence on the planet, though it was much further away, beyond the eastern horizon– so he knew he still had plenty of time to find this master Sith and convince them of his loyalty to the dark. On the flip side, here he would fulfill his (hopefully) final mission for his master, and secure a prize for his new master.

"Kumul Aftar," he said, leaning heavily on the vocoded effect of his mask.

The trader looked up from his drink and narrowed his eyes. "Yeah, who's askin'?"

"Your research on Sith artefacts is well-known through out the academic community," he said darkly. "My master is quite interested in your findings."

"I'll tell you the same thing I've told other Jedi," the man said with a sneer. "I'm not interested in handing over anything or compromising my research in favor of your hokey religion."

"Did I say I was a Jedi?" Ben said with dripping malice, before kicking the table over and lifting the man up by his robes. "You will tell me everything you know, or I will crush your skull like an egg,"

"E chu ta," the man spat, spitting on Ben's mask.

Ben smashed his head into the man's face and dropped him down to the ground.

"Wrong answer," Ben said, reaching for his lightsaber as the man writhed and clawed at his face in blinding pain.

"Wait!" the man pleaded as he tried to staunch the blood rushing from his nose. "My research… is incomplete. It's in my bag. Please. Just take it and let me live."

Ben reached over to the man's bag and ripped it open, spilling most of the contents on the floor. There was a small container with several datachips in it. Picking it up, he turned it over in his hands a couple times before minutely nodding and tucking it into one of the pockets inside his robes.

Before the man could climb back to his feet, Ben drew the lightsaber that his Master had entrusted to him for these most necessary tasks and ignited it with one hand. While their scuffle had attracted some attention, the sudden presence of a crimson red lightsaber had many of the older people backing away in fear, or making a quick exit from the bar.

With a final twist of his blade, Ben brought it down, cleaving the man's head clean off of his neck. Another obstacle destroyed, and another potential competitor for the knowledge of the Ancients out of contention.

Turning his lightsaber off, he tucked it back in his robe and made his way towards the door.

"Hey," a scratchy male voice came.

Ben stopped and looked to see the bartender standing, his four eyes poking out from behind the counter. The man slowly raised himself up, his hands up.

"Listen, I've got a proposition for ya, if you're interested," the man said.

"What could you possibly offer me?"

"Unkar's looking for two women– one's a common sight 'round these parts, named Rey. The other's a strange off-worlder carryin' a mean sword. She killed several of his men, and then the two girls damaged his junk shop. You're one of them Jedi, ain't cha? His reward is hefty if you can track them down."

Ben titled his head for a moment. "I do not need your assistance, nor am I interested in bounty hunting."

He pushed out the door, not seeing the man narrowing his eyes, nor his hand straying towards a comm under the counter.

"The storm is subsiding," Rey said as she listened carefully to the sound of the wind and sand buffeting against the hull. "I just need to pack up a few things and we should be able to leave immediately. If we get to Niima Outpost, there are at least a dozen ships I can get running with little to no issue."

Harry nodded, and tapped her trunk with her wand. It shrank back to a portable size, and she had it and all of her belongings fit back into her backpack.

"If you want me to carry your stuff, just ask," Harry commented. "How much stuff have you got?"

"Not much, just some bits and baubles I've gathered over the years," Rey said honestly, stepping through a low archway to one of the interior areas of the small repurposed Imperial vehicle.

Harry took in a deep breath and clenched her fists.

"So, the men that were following after us," Harry said dryly. "What sort of… skills have they got that could be a threat to us?"

"Nothing as powerful as you, love," Rey said with a grin as she stepped back into the room, carrying a small bag over her shoulder. "They've got some blasters, but that's probably about it."

"Just guns," Harry said with a snort. "I have no way of knowing if a shield charm will withstand their shots, so having some tangible knowledge of what sort of things they're capable of will go a long way to keeping me from ending up with a sizzling hole in my chest."

Waving her hand, the sword that Rey had seen Harry use to decapitate two of Unkar's men materialized into her hand, and she tied it to her belt-loop. Grabbing the hilt and tugging it free, Harry gave the sword an appraising look before tucking it back into the hilt.

"You never did explain how you got that sword," Rey said with amusement.

Harry tapped the hilt with her hand. "This sword has saved my life in more ways than one. I'm sure someone back home is quite cross that I walked off with it, but it's better use here than anywhere else for now."

Having gathered up the last of their items, Rey grabbed her own staff, and the two women stepped out into the desert. The sun wasn't fully up yet, but the sky was beginning to turn from ink black to shades of blue, purple and orange.

"We'll have to be as careful as possible," Rey said, frowning. "The sun will be up soon, and we'll be sitting ducks if we're seen trying to steal one of Unkar's ships-"

Rey stopped, and her attention seemed focused on the direction of Niima Outpost.

"You feel that too?" Harry asked. "What is it?"

"Yes, and I don't know. Like… nothing good, to be honest with you," Rey said, shivering. "We should get out of here, now."

"I don't think getting out of here is a viable option at the moment," Harry said with a chuckle as they were greeted with the sight of a single vehicle cresting a dune, shortly afterwards being followed by at least a dozen of them.

As the leading vehicle approached them, suddenly a lancing beam from the larger mass of vehicles behind it slammed into the rear of the ship, causing it to tilt forward, sending whoever was in it flying through the air. Harry raised an eyebrow as the person twisted and landed on their two feet with little difficult, and ignited a bright red sword.

As soon as said sword was ignited, a familiar pain shot through her head.

In the next second, the rest of the vehicles closed in, and opened fire on all three of them.

The dark-cloaked masked figure was batting away shots left and right with their sword, while Rey rushed for cover. Harry growled and pulled out the Elder Wand.

With a flick, the cloaked figure found themselves flying through the air, landing in a heap next to Harry. In the next moment, Harry stepped out from cover.

Ben swore he had a broken tailbone or something. This was the Dark Side master. He could just feel it. This towering, intimidating woman with burning orange eyes and a presence in the Force that dwarfed not only Master Snoke, but Uncle Luke.

He was further impressed when, in a matter of moments after she'd pulled him into cover, she'd stepped out into a hail of laser fire and pointed a wooden stick into the crowd of bounty-hunters and let loose some Force power that he'd never seen before.

From the tip of a wooden stick, she'd created fire. Fire that rivaled Mustafar's lava rivers, fire that was almost sentient in the way it devoured and consumed everything in it's path, leaving behind nothing but ash and burned scrap.

Ben staggered to his feet, staring in awe at the impressive power of the Dark Side in the hands of such an impressive woman. His brain was so thoroughly overtaken with these emotions that he barely noticed as the woman closed in on him.

With a start, he felt himself being lifted up, and the woman pinned him against the metal shelter they'd been standing by.

"Who the fuck do you think you are, bringing all those idiots here?" she asked in a low hiss, her furious eyes boring into his.

"I beg your forgiveness, Master," Ben pleaded.

"Master?" the woman said with a raised eyebrow.

"Teach me the ways of the Dark Side, I beg you," Ben said.

"What the fuck are you even talking about?" she asked. "Rey, do you know what this idiot is blathering about?"

"I don't know," Rey said. "He sounds kind of like that one enforcer of the Emperor's in my propaganda documents, Darth Vader."

"Darth Vader was my grandfather," Ben said. "I seek to be as strong as he was, and learn the ways of the Dark Side so that I may fulfill my destiny to restore order to the galaxy."

The woman sighed, muttering something inaudible before she reached and yanked Ben's mask off.

"Just as I thought, you're just a kid," she growled.

"I am not just a kid," he hissed. "I am Master Snoke's best disciple! I have extensive training in the ways of the Dark Side!"

"What is this Dark Side you're talking about, kid?" she asked. "You know what, I don't even want to fucking know at the moment. We have to get off this miserable fucking rock now. Before more of these morons decide to ruin our day."

She set him back down on his feet, but before Ben could react, his Sith lightsaber jumped from the nearby sands into her hands. She looked over it briefly, before she disabled it.

"This thing gives me a headache. Whatever the fuck you've done to it, it's unnatural. I'm taking it," she said in a deadpan voice.

"But- you- that's my lightsaber!" he protested.

"Is that supposed to mean something to me? Besides, you've got your other one, haven't you?" the woman said threateningly, gesturing at the other lightsaber affixed to his hip. "Now, get moving. Our speeder's that way. Rey, you'll be able to find us a proper ship, right?"

"Yes, it shouldn't be an issue," the other woman, Rey, said with a nod.

"But-" Ben protested.

"Shut up now," the woman warned as they walked towards the speeder.

"Can I at least know the name of the one whose power in the Dark Side is unrivaled in all history?" Ben asked, awe-struck.

"My name's Harry."

"I am… Ben. You are not Sith, then," Ben asked, eyebrow raised.

"No, I have no idea what that even means," Harry shook her head as she pushed him into the rear seat of the speeder. They took off in the direction he'd come from, and Ben sat up, rubbing his head.

"You do not have to be so rough with me," Ben complained.

"You led an entire band of thugs right to us, and if I hadn't been there, you would have contributed to not only your death, but the death of my girlfriend. I'll treat you how I bloody well please, you spindly little shite."

"Harry, behave," Rey said gently, patting the other woman's large bicep.

"Fine," Harry grumbled.