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20.02.546
Harry tapped her pen to the notebook, deep in thought. Though part of her had long considered going into teaching after the war, the realities of the situation just hadn't developed the way she'd wanted. Between her fragile mental health, the trauma of going back to that place where she and others had suffered time-and-time again… combined with the government constantly bothering her to join the Aurors and become their poster-child…
Well, it just hadn't materialized.
She knew she could do it if she tried, but she had to teach two people who'd never touched magic like her before from scratch. All of the subjects that she'd learned and then some. She and Hermione had been thoughtful enough to pack the bookshelves of the Sanctuary with a little bit of everything that might be useful to her in a strange land, including things that she had limited experience with.
Not that she was planning to teach Rey or Ben about advanced arithmancy or alchemy any time soon, mind you… but it was far easier to teach people who already knew a degree of something about magic things like shield charms and Patronus charms than it was to teach someone from scratch.
Further complicating matters was wands!
Wands were so temperamental and judgemental and never did what you wanted unless you were the one that it chose so… with new wands out, thanks to well, the closest wand shop being on the other side of the multiverse, she'd have to default to other people's wands.
Wands which had no guarantee of working.
She glanced up at her two companions, suspended in the blue medical goo. She'd just have to give it a shot and do her best.
Worst case scenario? She'd have to have a crash-course in wandmaking.
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"Captain," the med-droid said in her feminine and utterly lifeless synthesized speech. "The two patients are ready to be removed from the bacta. In the male subject, 96.76% of his neurological damage has been healed, and in the female, 93.33676% of her neurological damage has been healed. They will both require bed-rest, but should not experience any negative effects from their injuries at this point."
"Thank you, M10," Harry responded. "Go ahead and start whatever procedure you need to revive them."
"Yes, Captain," the gynoid responded.
"Are they going to awaken immediately, or-?" Harry asked.
"They will remain unconscious for some time, but I will alert you as soon as they are about to awaken. If you need to deal with the bridge, let me know, ma'am."
Harry sighed and nodded. "Thank you, M10. Keep me updated."
She stepped out of the room and rubbed her jaw thoughtfully as she walked through the ship. In the crew commons, she found C1 and Axe perched in the middle of a game of… well, she thought it greatly resembled chess, but like someone had also thrown in Warhammer and Chinese checkers.
She walked over and looked carefully at the board. "Who's winning?" she asked curiously.
Axe made a disgruntled noise. "Cee has my front-lines pressed with a classic Corellian phalanx, but…"
He reached down and pressed a few keys on the board and an attack swept in and crashed against Cee's flanks. The female astromech squealed in alarm at the move.
"I believe that gives me the initiative, Cee," Axe responded smoothly.
"Good work," Harry said, eyebrows raised.
"Thank you. I still think you would enjoy this game if you gave it a chance, Harry Potter," he responded as Cee tried to counter-encircle him, only for him to stymie her offensive cold. "You said yourself that it bears a remarkable resemblance to your own culture's board games. What do you have to lose?"
"Some hours of my life playing a game that I'll get soundly beaten at? Look, I was barely able to play chess with my mate, let alone someone who probably has hundreds of strategies mapped out before I make my first move. No offense, but I know when I'm outmatched."
"Perhaps one day," Axe said. "Are your friends going to awaken soon?"
"M10 says they'll be awoken later today. I still wish I could get her to open up a bit, but she seems… to lack the spark that you two have," Harry said, wringing her hands. "Not that I don't trust her, but I don't enjoy having what basically amounts to a slave medic on my ship."
"Your conundrum is recognized, and I sympathize," Axe responded with a shake of his head. "Some droids have just not achieved full sentience yet. You said this ship is brand new. M10 is young. She will learn, as we all have."
"Perhaps you're right," Harry hummed. "Either way, we're going to set course for Takodana."
Cee let out a flurry of beeps and whistles that Harry only barely got a handle on.
"She says that she has already programmed in the flight target to arrive in Takodana's orbit," Axe said without missing a beat. "You should be able to pilot to hyperspace on your own, but if you need any assistance, just summon her."
"Thank you, Cee, Axe. Just be ready in case there's turbulence," Harry said with a bow of her head. She turned on heel and walked into the cockpit, hearing the surprised swear of Axe as Cee obviously did something he wasn't expecting.
Clever robots indeed.
She settled in her comfy piloting chair and sighed. As Cee had promised, everything she needed to calculate the hyperspace jump and exact coordinates of the landing were already loaded into the computer, and it was trivial for her to quickly jump into hyperspace. With a flourish, she summoned her notebook and pen back into her hands as space blurred by in a swirl of blue. She had time to keep working on her lesson plans, and she wouldn't miss the chance to work on them.
…
Everything felt awful as Rey fought her way back to consciousness. Her senses were shot to kriffing shit, and she wasn't sure where she was or what. As she opened her eyes, she blinked a few times and looked around. A medical bay– The Marauder's medical bay. Trying to lift her head was a losing battle, so she let out a painful grunt as she tried to roll her head to each side.
Suddenly, her vision was filled with a pair of vibrant electric-orange eyes and long raven locks.
"Ha-ree," Rey tried to say, only for it to come out as a slurred, strained mess.
"You have no idea how happy I am to see you conscious," Harry murmured, and Rey only barely felt the soft whisper of touch as her girlfriend stroked her cheek. "How are you feeling?"
"Pain," she responded. Harry didn't respond right away, and Rey heard the sound of something being unstoppered.
"Can you open your mouth for me?" Harry asked.
"Mmm," Rey mumbled, opening her mouth as much as she could, allowing for Harry to drip something down her throat. All the racking soreness in her chest, limbs and head began to recede, and she looked at Harry in confusion.
"A potion frequently used to help with exposure to Cruciatus curses," Harry replied. "A friend of mine invented it. Feel better?"
"Yes," Rey said. "H- How long have I been out?"
Harry grimaced and rubbed her neck. "Eight days," she said reluctantly.
"E-E-Eight d-days?!" Rey stammered out in shock. "H-How?!"
"M10 says you and Ben suffered significant trauma from your kidnapping," Harry said softly. "I brought you to the Marauder as soon as I could and we've been in open space now for about that long, waiting for you two to be healed enough to wake up."
"Y-You've been here by yourself?" Rey asked, still thunderous at the idea that she'd been asleep for eight days.
"Not entirely by myself," Harry said soothingly. "It's alright, love. You just rest some more. Everything will be just fine."
Rey felt Harry's presence in the Force press down on her, and she felt the growing urge to sleep.
Maybe a little bit more rest wouldn't be untoward…
…
Ben was a little better off, but not by much. Harry, however, was far less charitable towards him than she had been to her girlfriend.
"You owe me an explanation about who those fucking idiots were that thought they could steal my friends and get away with it," she said, dropping into a chair next to his cot in the medbay.
"Yes," Ben said, nodding his head. "Those were the Knights of Ren. Loyal disciples of Master Snoke. Master Snoke is… or well, claims to be, the all-powerful unifier of the Force who will unite the whole galaxy under one faithful cause."
"They say you're of Vader bloodline and that you'll bring the First Order to glory. What do they mean by that?" Harry questioned, narrowing her eyes at him.
"To the former point… as you are well aware, my grandfather was Darth Vader, the last apprentice to Darth Sidious. I am Vader's only blood grandson, as my uncle never had any biological children, and I have no brothers or sisters. Master Snoke believes that because of my bloodline– who my grandfather is–I have great potential in the Dark Side, and can help him rewrite the very fabric of the galaxy."
"That's where the First Order comes in?" Harry asked.
"The First Order is… Snoke's vision for the galaxy," Ben explained, rubbing his jaw. "To do away with all war, complete the Great Project that Palpatine conceived to defend the galaxy against all forms of external threats. Fashion a great army and navy capable of enforcing a great Galactic Reawakening, free of strife and want. He hasn't implemented some of his plans yet… but… last I heard from my superiors…"
"What?"
"They need stormtroopers. Soldiers who can fill the ranks. There are only so many defectors from the Republic Defense Force and the Imperial Remnants. Some have proposed… forcibly conscripting children across the galaxy and conditioning them to serve. Perhaps even reactivating the clone foundries on Kamino, but… I don't know all the details."
"Oh, Jesus Tapdancing Christ," Harry muttered, cradling her head. "Alright. That's… Merlin's beard. Cock. Alright, well, your superiors are dead. I put down the Knights of Ren like wild dogs. Are they going to keep pursuing you?"
"Probably not," Ben said dryly. "If you slaughtered all of the Knights that easily, then it will be hard for Snoke to direct assets against you… if he does it at all. It is more likely he will direct mercenaries and other criminals towards you in order to weaken you."
"So just another day of my life," Harry muttered, rubbing her eyes irritably. "Okay, fine. Well, we'll work around that. There's some things we're going to need to get started on immediately. Cee says we've got plenty of time en route to Takodana."
"Cee?" Ben asked in confusion, though Harry merely smirked at him and left the room.
…
That night, Rey was having trouble sleeping… and she knew that it had to do with the pooling guilt she felt in her stomach at leaving Harry alone for so many days. She and Ben had been so easily overwhelmed… and Harry had paid the emotional price for it. Harry would tell her that she was used to it, blah blah blah, and tell her that her own physical well-being was more important, but ultimately Rey still felt bad about Harry being alone for as long as she was.
Her ruminations were interrupted by the sound of the door to the medbay opening. A small astromech droid rolled in and Rey blinked. Harry had repaired the astromech they'd picked up?
"Um, hello," she said to the small thing.
"Hello!" the small droid chirped back at her in binary. "Can you understand me?"
"Yes," Rey said uncertainly. "I can. Um, did Harry repair you?"
"Correct! I am C1-B0, but you can call me Cee! Harry told me that you were responsible for rescuing me from a scrap trader on Tatooine. Thank you for your kindness, Friend Rey! I am glad to finally meet you!"
"You are?" she questioned, eyebrows raised.
"Yes! Harry has spoken of you fondly, even though you two have not known each other for very long. While you were recovering, I was always sure to remind Harry that you would not be very cross with her about the incident that required your convalescence. Please understand that if you are cross with Harry, and try to take your anger out on her, I will make your life a living hell."
Rey blinked. Did she just get vaguely threatened by a cute little astromech? "Um. I don't… I don't plan on it? I don't blame her for anything, you know?" Rey said uncertainly, staring at the friendly-yet-terrifying droid.
"Good! I'm glad we understand each other!" Cee said happily. "Once you are fully mobile, you should meet Axe. He is also a very good companion and has been helping me keep Harry company these last few days. He might seem like a grump but he is a very good friend and keen strategist!"
"Am I hallucinating, or is this a conversation I'm actually having?" Rey questioned, falling back to her pillow.
"I assure you, Miss Rey, you are not hallucinating!"
"Good to know," she deadpanned.
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Rey was getting tired of every muscle in her body protesting every time she tried to move. She hadn't felt this terrible in a long time, and that was saying something. That wasn't to say she wasn't feeling better, but she was just stiff and sore. She and Ben had basically been hobbling around the ship since they'd emerged from the bacta, though the tall droid that Harry had repaired while she was recovering had been kind enough to help them move around at various times.
As Cee had promised, Axe had been quite the… gentleman droid? He was a bit prickly at times, dismissive of what he saw as inferior intelligence, but respected Harry for her wanton acceptance of things that defied, in his words, "the silly nonsense that passed for traditional wisdom on her backwards, insular world" and her ferocity when it came to defending people– particularly those who would otherwise be seen as lesser by others.
Her thoughts were interrupted when the very woman she'd been thinking about placed a thick roll of fabric right in front of her and Ben.
"Before we eat dinner," she said nervously, scratching her neck. "I wanted to talk to you both about something."
Rey blinked and shared a look with Ben before looking at her girlfriend's fiery eyes. "Sure thing, Harry. What's on your mind?" she asked gently.
"I've been giving it a lot of thought," Harry said evenly, running her hand through her hair. "While I can't promise swift results, exactly, um, I thought it might be time you both start learning magic proper."
Rey blinked in surprise, but she was pre-empted in responding by Ben. "Really?" He asked in disbelief. "Rey, I can understand teaching her, but you trust me?"
Rey couldn't help but snort a bit at the unimpressed, flat look on Harry's face as she glared at Ben. "You haven't given me many reasons to distrust you. I've trusted people who've done far worse things than you have, as a matter of fact. You've probably killed a few people, joined up with a group of people who fed your ego and your angst. That's… not an irredeemable sin, really. That's called, you know, teenaged angst or some stupid psychological thing like that. Don't worry about that, mate. As long as you don't try to use what I teach you to do unspeakable evil, I won't shred your throat like party ribbons."
Rey really wished Harry wouldn't threaten to disembowel people so… openly. If you were going to threaten someone, be a bit more subtle than that, honestly.
"Right. Um, I understand. Thank you, Harry," Ben admitted, and Rey glanced over at him to see him grimacing as he looked away.
"Now! Let's have some dinner, and then you two'll get your wands!" Harry exclaimed with a clap of her hands. Rey smiled as a bunch of food items suddenly appeared on the table.
The center of the meal was a large metal pot of some kind filled with a deliciously savory smelling food. Rey could thank as many gods and goddesses as she could for her girlfriend and her skills with making food that didn't leave her with stomach cramps every day, but it wouldn't be nearly enough.
"What'd you make this time, Harry? This smells absolutely divine," Rey praised as she picked up the empty bowl in front of her and ladled some of what-it-was into it.
"Well, in the wise words of a woman I once knew, there is no malady that a rich, hearty stew can't fix," Harry responded evenly. "Of course she'd have me tell you both you're too thin and you need to eat more, but that's just who she was… then again, she was a licensed nutritionist. So, there's that."
"What's all in it?" Ben asked while Rey took a bite of the 'stew'.
"Kriff, that's delicious," Rey breathed out as she swallowed it.
"Thank you," Harry said warmly. "It's a rather simple stew recipe, actually."
She started ticking things off on her fingers. "Venison, potatoes, carrots, celery, garlic, herbs, salt, pepper, tomatoes, some beef broth and a bit of Worcestershire sauce. Venison is a type of meat from an animal we call a deer. Potatoes are a root vegetable, there's a bunch of ways you can make that by the way– carrots, celery, tomatoes, garlic and herbs are all vegetables too, grown in various ways. I've actually got a bunch of that sort of thing in my Sanctuary. I think you've got some similar types of things in this galaxy, but they're a bit different."
"No wonder you never got out of your own gravity well. Who'd want to leave such a perfect little blissful garden?" Ben questioned in disbelief.
After dinner, the only thing that was currently occupying Rey's thoughts as she leaned back against the soft plush chairs that Harry had set out around a small table was that she needed to do more exercises. Harry was going to spoil her rotten with the quality of this food.
"Alright, you two," Harry said playfully. "I know you want to lapse into food comas, but hold off on that until we're done with this. It's only slightly important."
With a flourish of her hand, Harry pushed the large fabric roll, causing it to begin to unravel, revealing a large number of sticks of varying colour and shape.
"These are most of the wands I have in my possession," Harry said with a lopsided grin. "Most of these are second-hand wands that were left to me in people's wills. I believe there might be one or two in here that I had commissioned by Ollivander at one point but never bothered using them. Go ahead, then, try and see if any of these meet your fancy."
"What if none of them do?" Ben asked.
"Then I'll have to study up on wandcrafting and see if I can make you one myself," Harry said, seriously. "There are a few other wands I have but it will be a cold, rainy day in Hell before I let anybody use them. I'm hoping we can find at least something in this lot that works well enough–they're rotting in my trunk otherwise. Go ahead, Ben. You can go first."
Rey watched as Ben drew himself up and hesitantly reached over towards the long line of wands. "How do you know if one's a good match or not?" he asked, giving Harry a curious look.
"You Jedi and Sith have those crystals in your lightsabers, right?" Harry questioned, and Ben's eyes widened. "Sort of the same thing, I'd guess. Traditionally Ollivander just has people pick up wands and lets the chaos reign, but I'd rather not damage the ship so just reach out with your magic and feel for one that fits you."
Rey watched intently as Ben lingered his hands over a few wands before he settled on one in particular.
"This one feels… like something. More than the others," Ben explained softly.
"Give it a wave, then," Harry encouraged, her grin growing wider.
Ben looked at Harry warily before he gave his wand a wide wave. A shower of red-and-silver sparks burst forth from the wand, only to disappear again.
"Oh, that was beautiful," Harry said, clapping Ben on the back. "I think you've found your match, mate. That was… ah, I think that's one of the hawthorn ones. I have some notes here somewhere about it… Ollivander helped me inventory all my inherited wands a few years ago, and gave me some backstory about what each wand wood and core was good for."
Harry snapped her fingers and a sheet of flimsi came flying into the room. Harry snatched it out of mid-air and hummed, running her fingers down the list. "Ah, yeah, that's the hawthorn and ashwinder scale wand. Rather clever combination, actually. Temperamental but paradoxical. Just over a foot long. Best suited for complex and intriguing owners who have conflicted natures. I guess that suits you quite well, then, Ben."
"It definitely feels… a lot like a kyber crystal," Ben murmured.
"Wands are capable of a great deal of sentience, believe it or not," Harry responded airily before she turned to look at Rey, flashing her a bright white grin. "Alright, love. Let's see what wand suits you best."
Rey hesitantly stood up and looked at the large number of wands. "How do I… know which one is best? You said feel with your magic, but how?"
"Magic is sort of an extension of yourself. Ben would say that's the Force. You've used it before, haven't you? When you were talking to that one bloke on the Geo-whatever planet. Just breathe and allow your soul to roam, and think about what vibes each wand gives off."
Rey closed her eyes and furrowed her brows. She cast her hand over the mass of wands and began to slowly walk down the line. Harry was right– she could feel something from these wands, but all of their responses were… so muted. The strongest response she'd had out of all of them…
She let out a frustrated huff before grabbing the one that felt closest to right. It certainly did not feel… perfect but the wand seemed to be marginally content in her hand.
"None of them felt particularly great," Rey commented as she opened her eyes to look at Harry. "But this one feels… best, I guess."
"None of them?" Harry asked, surprised, before frowning. "Bloody hell, just our luck. Well, what sort of feeling do you get from that one?"
"It's… almost like we know we're not suited for each other, but it's… content? Is that the right word?" Rey asked hesitantly.
"Could be," Harry murmured. "Let me check and see what that one is…"
Rey watched as Harry looked down the list and hummed. "Oh, that wand," she said, rolling her eyes.
"That wand? What's wrong with it?" Rey asked, alarmed.
"Nothing! Nothing at all! It's just one of Ollivander's more… far-fetched stories, really," Harry muttered, shaking her head. "He claims he visited a mythical kingdom where some legends of my homeland were residing before they had to one day return to England in her darkest hour. We call it Avalon, he claimed it was called Gielinor. He says Merlin helped him fashion that wand, but that nobody was ever a right fit, exactly, because of how it was made and where it was made. It's made of maple wood and something called 'blue dragonscale'? I don't know. He was a bit barmy towards the end there, so he could've been full of shit for all I know."
She took a deep breath before shrugging. "Oh well. Give it a wave and see if it'll work or not."
Rey nodded and turned away from Harry. She decided to imitate the kind of waving she'd seen Harry do from time to time. A slight flick gesture with her wrist. She startled at the sight of a white avian sprouting from her wand tip.
Before it could get a few inches from her wand, a burst of light from Harry's wand caused it to disappear.
"Magically conjured birds are a right nuisance," Harry said with a wink as she tucked her wand back in her sleeve. "Good work. That wand should do the trick, even if it isn't a perfect match."
Harry took in a deep breath and clapped her hands together. "I think this might work, you lot. Tomorrow morning, we begin the first stage of your education. It'll be brilliant!"
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Ben cursed under his breath as he, once again, failed to get the little feather on the table in front of him to budge. He had assumed that his Jedi and Dark Acolyte trainings would be more than sufficient in allowing him to conquer this form of the Force without any hesitation or issue– but it turned out to be more complicated than he'd assumed.
It was like a lightsaber but so distinct and different. You didn't open yourself up to the Force, you directed the Force.
"You both are doing just fine… the only person I know who was able to get the swish-and-flick motion and the wording right their first try was Hermione, and she's sort of in a class of her own," Harry said reassuringly. "It took me several tries just to get my feather to move at all. Just watch me and follow the motions. A wide swish, and then a sharp flick, while saying the incantation. The more you practice, and the more you get used to directing your wand to do things, the easier later spells will be."
"It can't be just that, though. I've done your motions multiple times and said the incantation but it just doesn't work!" Ben spat venomously, glaring at his Lady. He knew better than to so openly question his Mistress' teachings, but this had to just be a punishment for his failures, right?
"Ben," she said sharply, glaring back at him. "Tone the murder-rage down about three levels, mate. First, it's probably going to take you longer to master spells because you are learning to use your magic in a way that you never have before. That, in fact, works against the method you already know. Rey has the benefit of never using magic before outside of accidents or other unintentional uses."
She then sighed. "You're also forgetting the biggest component," she said simply. "You have to have the willpower to make the magic happen. While magic is innate and natural, performing complex spells does require a certain… belief and confidence that it will work. It is the sort of emotion which powers the Patronus Charm, among other… more dangerous spells."
She ran her hand through her hair, a nervous tic that she'd developed as a child and had carried through being a teenager like a bad habit. How could she put it into more succinct words that he would understand more than the vague relationship between willpower and magic?
"You must simply trust magic, Ben," she settled on at last. "Trust in magic, and you can do nearly anything your heart desires."
…
"What's got you so melancholic?" Rey asked gently, touching the arm of her girlfriend as gently as she could.
"Oh," Harry said with a sigh, turning away from the empty void of space. "It's… nothing important, I s'pose. I just get this way sometimes. Teaching you lot magic has… well, it's pressed upon me how final my decision was. I can never go back again… but the dream that I might see Sirius again is something that keeps me from wallowing in it too much. I'd trade it all away just to see him again."
"Were you two close?" Rey asked curiously.
"Not really," Harry said with a laugh. "He and I never had a chance to form a relationship. He was falsely accused of orchestrating my parents murder and spent twelve long years in prison, and he wasn't exonerated until long after he fell through the Veil. I think cumulatively we spent just about a couple weeks together? But even then, most of the time it was around people who thought only about themselves."
Harry sighed. "Every time I think about him, I just wonder… what if?" she asked thoughtfully. "What if he'd gotten a chance to raise me? What if we'd gotten a chance to know each other better?"
"You'll see him again, I just know it," Rey said, full of conviction.
"I hope I do," Harry said with a slight smile. "It's such a silly thing to be upset about."
"It's never silly," Rey defended. "You're allowed to have your emotions just as much as anybody else. Honestly, Harry, the sort of things you've told me that's happened to you over your whole life? I think you're entitled to be selfish about someone who means so much to you."
"Even if I… don't get a chance to see him. If he arrived long before I did, and died long before me, I just want to know that his life wasn't totally in vain. That he got the chance to live that he was long denied by our world. God only knows that he deserved peace after suffering for as long as he did. Maybe I should've just followed him through the Veil then, we could have run away into this galaxy together."
"I'm glad you showed up when you did," Rey said simply. "I'm glad to have gotten a chance to know you, Harry."
"Oh you," Harry said softly, kissing Rey on the cheek. "You're so sweet."
…
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Hermione would never let me down about something like this.
Harry ruminated on her closest friend and confidant as she did the last few stirs of one of Hermione's greatest potioneering inventions. The Babblefish potion… at least in this final draft state, was supposed to serve as the focus of a ritual that would share the linguistic skills of two individuals. It had a rather complex brewing process, but Hermione seemed to trust her skill set enough to provide the details in full with very little concern that she'd stuff it up.
Hermione had even included copies of her development notes with the express mention that Harry should try her hand at making it more efficient. Brewing it a few times and faffing about with it that way would give her a good idea on what could improve the potion's yield so it required less doses to share between people.
After the last stir, she made sure the potion would not be disturbed and retreated to the other side of the room to wait the requisite thirty minutes for it to be done.
The implications of the potion were quite interesting. Hermione at least, had thought so. Breaking down some of the worst sort of barriers among the wizarding community was always in her agenda, but she'd never found great ways to go about it until she'd come up with the Babblefish potion. The dream was for people to be able to learn Mermish and Goblintongue and all sorts of other languages that were firmly out of the ballpark of wizards who didn't give a shit. It was unbridled optimism, something that Hermione seemed to carry so much of despite the horrors she, like many others, had seen… yet she kept on doing what she did so well, and it warmed Harry's heart.
Putting her thoughts of Hermione aside for a moment, she flipped through her book of notes. She still needed to do more to understand this fascinating galaxy. Ben was a very sheltered person, Rey only knew what she had gotten from old historical documents, and neither Axe nor Cee had comprehensive information that would help her. She'd need to talk to Maz, and eventually talk to Ben's mysterious and slightly terrifying uncle.
She sighed. So much to do! But she preferred it that way.
The only thing that would make this better would be if she had a home base to go back to. Maybe she'd look into getting a space station for herself. It was a large galaxy, after all…
