I do not own Star Wars or its characters. This is how I think the story could have gone. It will be updated with its sister story 'Lonely Dyad'. Please enjoy, and leave a review.

Chapter One

It is hard for anyone to see anything at night on the desert planet Jakku. Its inhospitable climate made it difficult for any living creature to survive there, and the people that did stay barely made up anything that could be considered a civilization. Only tiny settlements dotted the planet, with barely any working technology. For some, it was considered the perfect place to hide. More specifically, it was the place Lor San Tekka decided to hide himself and his secret. Though technically, it was Luke Skywalker's secret, and Tekka's promise to keep it. But the galaxy has changed since that promise was made, and the dark side was rising once more. If left unchallenged, the First Order would destroy the peace the Republic has been trying to keep for the past thirty years. It is time for the Jedi to return once more. So, he left a sign for the only person who would be able to bring Luke Skywalker back, Luke's sister Leia. It has been weeks since then, and Lor San Tekka had neither seen or heard anything from the Resistance or the First Order. Staring at the horizon, Tekka thought about whether his message was delivered, whether he was bringing down certain doom for this village. As the sun set for another day, he saw something coming towards them, an x-wing. Letting out a sigh of relief, he went to greet the resistance pilot. The person who exited the fighter was a tall, tan man with dark curly hair. The pilot's droid, and orange and white BB unit, rolled up behind him.

"I'm looking for Lor San Tekka?" The pilot asked.

"I am he." Tekka replied.

"My name is Poe Dameron, General Organa sent me to find you."

Nodding in understanding, Tekka lead the pilot to his hut. As he entered the hut, he overheard the pilot tell his droid to keep a look out. Hearing the pilot enter behind him, Tekka went to retrieve the leather pouch that held the map piece to Skywalker. Holding it, he felt a wave of nostalgia. Remembering when Luke and his nephew had rescued Tekka from the Knights of Ren. It was a shame what that boy grew up to be. Facing the pilot, Tekka handed him the pouch.

"Were there more I could do . . . but this will begin to make things right." Tekka explained.

"Well this will most certainly make the General happy." The pilot commented.

"She'll always be royalty to me." Tekka stated with a whimsical smile.

"Just don't let her catch you saying that." The pilot quipped with a cheeky grin.

Just then, the droid burst in chirping a series of scared beeps. Both men gave each other a worried look before rushing outside. Poe grabbed his binoculars, and scanned the horizon. He could see four transport ships coming in hot. Jakku was a great place to hide, those same circumstances however, also made it easy for a surprise attack. Knowing that those transports would land any minute and unleash platoons of troopers, Poe faced the old man.

"Sir, you need to hide." Poe declared.

"And you need to leave." Lor San Tekka retorted. "The First Order cannot get ahold of what you now possess!"


Nodding at the order, Poe ran to his x-wing, his droid right behind him. Poe knew this was a risk, the General warned him about the First Order just before he left. He hated to leave a village this vulnerable to the mercy of the First Order, but Lor San Tekka was right. His mission was to get the map to Skywalker back to the Resistance. If he stayed, chances were he'd get caught and the map would wind up in the hands of the First order. Climbing into the cockpit, Poe pushed the crane down to bring up his droid. Strapping himself in, Poe could hear the tell-tale sounds of blaster fire behind him. Swallowing the guilt, he continued to prepare for take-off. The fighter was beginning to lift off when a sudden hit from behind stalled the engine. Poe returned fire, annihilating everything behind him, but quickly realized he wasn't going to be able to fly out of there. Thinking fast, he ejected BB-8 while jumping out the cockpit with his rifle and the pouch. Crouching next to the droid, Poe thought about his options. He was going to be caught that was certain, he just wouldn't make enough distance on foot. Poe looked down at his faithful companion. BB-8 is a crafty little bot, that had saved itself and Poe on a few occasions. The droid's small, light, round structure would allow it to travel farther unnoticed.

"I'm gonna need you to open up buddy." Poe declared, taking the small chip from the bag and putting it inside the droid. "I need you to take this as far away as you can, you understand? I'll come find you as soon as I can."

The droid beeped its disapproval of this plan, but Poe eventually got the little droid to leave. He waited until he saw the droid disappear over a sand dune before moving. It is likely that he's going to be caught, but that didn't mean they would take without a fight. He could also help BB-8 gain some extra distance by sniping troopers going towards the droid's direction. Settling himself on a dune left of the fighter, Poe got himself into position. He could see a couple stormtroopers moving towards him, and fired at them.


FN-2187 was on the ground. Finally, he was doing something productive for the Order. It is technically what the Order had trained him for, not just mopping floors. He was about to shoot at the hostiles, when he saw a comrade fly backwards. Rushing over to help the fellow trooper, he soon realized there was nothing he could do. The dying trooper reached out towards him, smearing blood across his helmet while shuddering their last breath. FN-2187 felt something snap in his mind, like a switch was flipped on for the first time. He was waking up, then he realized he was waking up in Hell. He needed to get as far away from here as possible. Jumping away from the body, he looked for a way out of this war zone. Everywhere he looked, blaster fire flew past his head. Cover, find cover, wait it out, then run. Diving behind a wall, he listened to the sounds of the battle. Soon enough, the sounds of screams and blasters died down. Peeking out from the wall, he could the villagers huddled together, stormtroopers circling around them. Suddenly, a hand grabbed him, and FN-2187 knew he was dead.

"Get up trooper! We're not finished yet!" The commander ordered, shoving a blaster into FN-2187's hands.


Kylo Ren remembered reading about Tuanul village years ago. It followed the practice of the Church of the Force, and was considered a sacred village. The church itself was created during the Jedi's purge as a way of preserving what remained of the former order. Parts of its practice involved abstaining certain amenities in order to become closer to nature, and there-in the Force. But that is not what brought him here today, rather it was a who. Their spies managed to find Lor San Tekka's transmission to the resistance, and track it right back to the source. His shuttle was finally given the all-clear to land. Ren could feel the anticipation build within himself. Finally, he would be able to find Skywalker and end the Jedi order once and for all, finally, Kylo Ren would bring a new order to this galaxy. Disembarking from his shuttle, he searched for the old man. All the villagers were gathered together in the middle of the village, with the exception of one man held off to the side. Ren approached the elderly man, noting that age did not grace him well.

"Look how old you've become." Ren greeted.

"Something far worse has happened to you." Lor San Tekka retorted.

"You know what I'm here for. The map piece to Skywalker, you will now give it to the First Order." Ren declared.

"The First Order rose from the dark side, you did not." Tekka stated.

"It seems as though you misunderstand the nature of the dark side. Perhaps it is necessary I show you its full potential." Ren threatened, trying to hold back his rage.

"You can try, but you cannot deny the truth that is your family." Tekka reasoned, sounding a bit smug.

"You know, you are so right." Ren sarcastically replied.

Losing the last of his self-control, Ren ignited his crossguard saber and cut down the old man. Suddenly Ren felt a killing presence behind him. Before he even heard the blaster fire, Ren spun around, and froze the person and blaster bolt. The being was man, a pilot by the look of him, clearly not someone from the village. Two troopers subdued the pilot, and dragged him to Ren. Ren knelt down to study the pilot, whose eyes kept shifting from the ground to Ren.

"So who talks first? Do you talk first, or I talk first? I only ask 'cause it's hard to read your face." The pilot blathered, trying to exercise all of his bravado.

"He's with the Resistance. Search him." Ren ordered.

The troopers yanked up the pilot, and proceeded to pat him down. At the same time, another trooper searched the body of Lor San Tekka. Neither search yielded any results, but this was not a great disappointment to Ren. He would get answers from the pilot eventually. Ordering the pilot onto his shuttle, Ren heard Captain Phasma approach from behind. She awaited further instructions on what to do with the villagers. He looked back at the crying women and children being pitifully shielded by whoever was brave enough. In order for a new order to begin, the pillars that held up the old order must be taken down.

"Kill them all." Ren announced.

"On my command. . . Fire!" Phasma ordered.

Ren impassively watched as every living being was shot down, until nothing moved. No longer having any need to remain on the surface, he left the troopers to search the rest of the village. Ren didn't walk far, when he felt something through the Force. Finding the source, Ren saw a lone stormtrooper looking at him, the trooper's body frozen in fear. Fear towards Ren was normal, his fragile temperament made it easy, but Ren could feel something more. Something small, almost imperceptible, nagging at him like an itch. Reminding himself that he had more pressing matters to attend to, Ren decided to leave the trooper for a later time.


FN-2187 felt as if he was having some kind of attack. He and his platoon had just returned from searching-slash-razing the village on Jakku, and he was becoming more aware and scared. He already disobeyed orders by not shooting at the villagers, giving the excuse that his blaster was jammed. Then having Kylo Ren stare him down certainly didn't make things better. The man was well-known for his unpredictable outbursts, FN-2187 had cleaned his fair share of them in his previous post, so he knew that whatever grabbed Ren's attention would result poorly for himself. Feeling all this fear building inside himself, FN-2187 suddenly found it difficult to breathe. He wondered if he was having one of those things, what are they called? Panic attacks? Ducking into a nearby shuttle, he removed his helmet and hunched over trying to catch his breath. He needed to get off this shuttle, get out of this system if possible. He's not a stormtrooper anymore, he no longer had the mentality. When the First Order realizes this, they'll send him to reconditioning. And if he fails that, they'll execute him.

"FN-2187, submit your blaster for inspection." Captain Phasma command startled him.

"Yes Captain." He instinctively replied.

"And who gave you permission to remove your helmet?"

"Sorry Cap-"

"Report to my division at once!" Phasma's stern order stilled every part of him.

"Yes Captain." He replied, putting his helmet back on. He needed to come up with a plan to get out of here, fast.