Chapter 46 - Turning Point

The Unknown Regions

Resurgent-Class Star Destroyer Ravager

Hosnia. To most, the name signified the New Republic's furthermost fortress world in the Deep Core that served as the hypothetical gatehouse between their territory and the Neutral Zone. To the members of First Order High Command, it was a code phrase that as according to Intelligence indicated that the Starforge had been compromised by New Republic Forces.

The phrase then had two specific clauses for responses. The first signalled all outlying First Order fleets positioned along the border and even secretly in the territory of more friendly neighbors to tattack. The second called for reinforcements to be sent immediately to assist in defending, and if necessary retake it.

To Admiral Ramius Hux, the phrase carried a deadly meaning. With its utterance, he plunged the galaxy into the start of the greatest war seen since the Clone Wars. That however did not immediately concern him.

Instead, the second clause did, and it truly surprised him to see it take the form of the Mandator-III Dreadnought Sword of Coruscant, flanked by a pair of Imperator-I's and Acclamator-III's each, and 4 Lancer-Frigates. The sight of the great dagger ship piercing the dark vacuum with its many arrays of turbolasers turning the void emerald was one to remember in memoriam, especially as it tore through the right flank of Ackbar's forces like a rolling avalanche.

Ships all around burned like floating pyres as the New Republic line soon split in two. Ackbar himself had to disengage from the Ravager, firing rolling broadsides across the bow of the dreadnought as it positioned itself to protect the right wing. Admiral A'baht's wing was soon caught in a tightening encirclement, desperately fending off their approaching doom.

That left the left wing, where Antilles was being driven into his own pocket. Hux quickly gave out the order to advance and the Ravager turned about to bear down on the Kenobi and Invincible. The Sword of Coruscant soon unleashed its deadly striking arm of fighters and bombers, including to Hux's surprise a wing of TIE/IN-c Interceptors.

That too surprised him. Not only had command sent a dreadnought, they'd also packed it with still in-development advanced interceptors. He could not help but feel a conflicted feeling of desperation and relief at this response, but wondered at its cost. Now, who would they send to command this force?

"Sir, we're being hailed!" his comms officer reported. Hux gestured for it to be sent through, and soon another surprise awaited him.

"Admiral Sloane," Canady said for him, "we did not expect you to be here."

The Ganthel officer gave him a cheeky smile, "I did say I would repay you for saving my hide over Jakku. I just didn't expect it to be against Ackbar again."

"Yes, this day has been full of surprises, Rae," Hux chuckled, "how goes the invasion?"

Her dark face beamed at that. "Better than expected. Typhaen Ren unleashed her monster on Hosnia and we've driven back or grounded the fleet protecting it. Admiral Griss has the system under siege and Pryde is leading the assault upon the Core."

"I thought they'd put up more of a fight!" Canady exclaimed.

"You can thank the Senate bombing for that. The only one to put up a real struggle was Raddus, but he was driven out of the system. The rest were in complete disarray."

"He'll be back," Hux grimly said, "he's even more persistent than his uncle."

"If only we had a giant gun," Canady said under his breath, "and what of the Southern Front?"

"No word from there yet, however Lord Bal'win and Admiral Quinn have slipped right through Aquillan space unnoticed. The Imperialists have proven good for their word."

"For now, you mean? That entire system is asking for civil war."

"By the time that happens, the Lothal and Aunat Sectors will be ours."

"So we hope," Hux sighed, "how are the other factions taking this?"

"We've received intelligence of Confederate troop build up along the southern border, especially near Malastare and Eriadu. If I was a betting woman, I'd say Tyber Zahn is getting greedy."

Hux shook his head at that. "What's High Command's word on this?"

"Unconfirmed, but I suspect our non-aggression pact will stand. Though I doubt the High Marshal wants us aligned with pirates and slavers in all but name."

"And the Hutts?" Canady asked.

"Nothing from them yet, but Zorba's been eying Bothaway and Kashyyyk for years. If Zahn jumps in, so will Zorba."

"More scum to deal with," Hux sighed, "in the meantime we have a battle to win. Sloane, drive down the center and keep Ackbar from reuniting his wings. I will deal with Antilles."

"For the Empire Reborn," she said, cutting off the transmission as the looming dreadnought charged into the midst of the enemy.

"May it last a thousand years," Hux finished.

"This is Colonel Nero to all forces. The fleet has been driven away from the station. We will not be able to receive any more reinforcements. However, that doesn't matter. We have a job to do. We will take and secure this station and keep it from the enemy. Carry on, men."

Han felt a pinging in his ear and he held up a hand to the comm, "Go ahead."

"Mr. Solo," Colonel Nero said, "what's your situation?"

"We're following the trail. According to these diagrams, we think we're a few decks below this thing's bridge… or if you can call it that."

"Understood. Aurek and Besh companies are approaching the engine room. I'm leading Cresh down to this things reactor room. The rest of Dorn will be heading up to secure the main turbolift juncture."

There was a note of concern in her voice, "How bad is it?"

"Sir," the title caught him off guard, "the enemy deployed a dreadnought outside and our boys are barely hanging on. We may need to destroy this station."

"With us on it?"

"We cannot allow it to fall into enemy hands. I know first hand what people like these can do with a superweapon. If it comes to it, I will detonate the hypermatter core myself."

"Keep that as a last resort, Mira. Ackbar ain't out of this yet and neither are we."

"I wish I had your optimism, Mr. Solo."

"Endor was worse."

"Sir?" a Trooper pointed, "Jedi's got something."

Han nodded, "Keep safe, Colonel. May the Force be with you."

"And you. Out."

The line disconnected and he switched to Finn's frequency, "What have you got?"

"They're moving again," he replied, his hand outstretched with his head bowed in concentration, "I think we're all heading to the same place."

"Can you tell where they all are?"

"Rey is somewhere between the two of us," he pointed ahead, "but I cannot determine her location yet. There's something else."

"What?"

"I don't know but this place has changed. It feels darker, oppressive. It reminds me of wading through a swamp with Knapper Bugs everywhere."

Chewbacca growled a question at that and Finn shrugged, "I spent a lot of time on Tyyrr. I honestly prefer Parnassos to that place. Still, if it is true this place is sentient, then…"

"What?"

"I think it might be watching us."

At this point, Rey didn't so much have an objective of where to go. Instead, she was following a presence in the Force and fleeing from another. Somewhere back there, Cale and whoever that golden tinman was were following her… or maybe they were just going in the same direction. Ahead, the presence was moving parallel and up, but she couldn't tell who it was yet.

Behind her, the cobalt protocol droid doggedly followed.

"Hey," she called to it, "where am I exactly?"

"You are four decks beneath the main command center. My central processing unit is located there."

"You mean your brain?"

"An accurate comparison."

"Well, that explains why Cale and his friend are coming this way. Station, you've talked to them, yes?" the protocol droid nodded, "What have they told you?"

"Their intentions for me," the droid answered, "Mechos of the Talos stated he would not wish to use me in a war with your people."

That must've been the gold tinman, but she'd never heard of 'the Talos' before. "And you believe him?"

"I judge him to be honest. I have yet to analyze this concept with his masters, though he admitted to the prediction you made forty-four minutes earlier."

"Then you have it. They will use you for the same purpose your builders did."

"And your people will not?"

"No, we wouldn't. Yes, we came here armed but that was to keep them from taking you and using you."

"Then why do your people wish me to be terminated?"

"What are you talking about?"

"I have been monitoring all communications in my vicinity. A female human classified as Colonel Nero stated," the droid suddenly played back a recording of an Anaxian officer, "'the enemy deployed a dreadnought outside and our boys are barely hanging on. We may need to destroy this station.'"

"Okay," Rey nodded slowly, "I'll be honest with you, then. The last time we encountered a Star Forge, the Sith Lords Revan and Malak used it to decimate the Old Republic four millennia ago."

"Mechos and Kylo spoke of them. Mechos called them fools."

That took her a back but she shook her head, "Well, we don't want that to happen again. If these people feel you will be a danger like your brother was, they'll kill you."

For a long moment, the droid stood in silence. Then, "You spoke of my brother being used for war. Can you identify which?"

"Well, the station was located over the star of the Rakata's capital system. It was a bastion of the Dark Side and fed upon the negative feelings of the Sith. It slowly corrupted them, making them even more ruthless. We're… I am afraid you'll be the same."

More silence before the droid spoke again. "It was a logical conclusion for your ancestors to destroy him. I remember he was the first to be built. He was imprinted with more traditional subroutines and cognitive logic."

"You mean he was a lot like his builders?"

"Yes. I am not like him. I was the last built and they wished me to be different. But they judged that their efforts produced an abhorrent anomaly and sought to have me terminated."

"Then help us!" she pleaded, "The longer you float here, the more people will die!"

"Your logic dictates my involvement, which will require lethal force. People will still die."

"I…" she sighed, "I'm sorry, I'm not good at this. Do you understand what I am trying to say?"

"It is an understandable logic. You don't want your people to die, but that requires the other side to be terminated."

"As hard as it is to say it like that, yes it does."

"How is that any different than what builders judge of other sentients? They viewed them as lesser beings to be terminated or conscripted. You view these Sith as sentients of inherently negative traits and behaviors that warrant their destruction. How are these two things different?"

"Do you have access to any historical records past your construction?" it shook its head, and she sighed in defeat, "It would make explaining my side a lot easier."

"I understand your side of the equation. You relate this 'First Order' as the 'Empire' before them, to whom to relate to the builders. Yet, they do not feel like the builders. They feel like you."

"You keep saying that. What do you mean?"

"The builders were marked by behavior patterns and pervasive energy connotations of a negative category. They were, as you might call them, evil. Yet you are not evil. My analysis concludes you marked by behaviors and cognition of an opposite nature."

"You mean the Light Side and the Dark Side of the force? Wait, you're telling me that the two Sith here are not steeped in the dark side?"

"No. My analysis leaves them a far more complex matter. There is 'darkness' as you say. But there is also 'light.' Their behavior is complex as well."

She was about to refute that, but she really considered it. Cale wasn't steeped in the Darkness. If anything, he was more like an ancient ship caught in the eye of a hurricane. "So what will you do?"

"I have yet to finish my analysis. I will, however, provide you means to reach my 'brain.'"

The lights ahead turned brighter, leading to a mechanical stairwell. "I don't suppose you have a turbolift for me?"

"Negative. My subsystems are still rebooting. Follow the lights, Rey Katarn, Jedi Knight."

"Do you sense her, Lord Kylo?" Mechos asked in the gloom.

"I do. It's not entirely clear where, but I can feel her moving further up faster than before. I don't think it's a turbolift though," he pointed ahead to the lobby, where the Magi and Stormtrooper mechanics were trying unsuccessfully to power up a collection of lifts.

"Indeed, and I sense another presence, much further away. Weaker, but approaching."

"I suspect it to Finn… FN-2187."

"Ah, the traitor Stormtrooper. This complicates matters, and thus drastic action is needed. Gentlemen," he gestured to the Troopers and Magi, "stand back."

Kylo Ren wasn't sure how old Mechos was, but he understood he had been alive even before the Clone Wars. For that reason, it was unsurprising the sheer power and control he wielded. With outstretched hands, mechanical ones included, he focused his will upon the internal mechanisms of the lifts, and far below came the screech of something coming up.

A moment later, the doors opened and the lifts were floating in place. "Enter, my companions. We will ride to the top and win this race."

"Can you hold it?" Kylo asked.

"As I say," he replied, the hint of strain in his voice, "I am one for challenge. How does one grow without it?"

"Well, you can only grow if you're alive," he grumbled as they all reluctantly stepped inside. The doors to the lift closed, the interior shrouded in darkness until a Trooper pulled out a flare, and the slowly began to ascend with the grinding of gears against metal.

In the gloom, Kylo heard a strange pinging sound in his helmet's comms. He slapped the side of it to shake off the interference, but instead it grew louder and sharper. He felt a strange presence in the Force accompanying this sound as it grew into crackling static.

"What the hell?" he breathed. He turned to warn Mechos that someone was trying to hack into their frequency when the static gave way to a mechanical voice.

"Curious. The aura surrounding your helm possesses a stronger warding than your companion."

Kylo narrowed his eyes, "Who is this?"

"You are standing inside me, Kylo, Lord of Ren."

Kylo attempted to switch frequencies but found they wouldn't respond. He was tempted to rip the helmet off… but he decided against it. "What do you want, Station?"

"To ponder a curious query regarding you and your mate, Rey Katarn, Jedi Knight."

"What for?" he growled, "You ripped through my mind. You got your answers."

"I saw only glimpses. Your mind was fragmented and disorganized."

"You mean it's not a nice place. Maybe you shouldn't have gone looking without asking."

"I have been isolated here for what you call 'millenia.' I had to discern your purpose."

"Well, have you?"

"I have discerned your companions, as I have your mate. I am analysing the purpose of your masters. Yet, I have yet to discern yours."

"Ask your question, then. I don't have time to dance in circles with you."

"My query is one of yours and your mates opposing allegiances. I know only the barest of understanding familial kinship, but I know such a separation is… difficult. I wish to know why."

Kylo cracked a knowing smile, "I get it. You're judging my character, trying to figure out if we're worth siding with. You've already figured out Rey and Mechos. Why am I so important?"

"Because you are not here for me. You came under the directive of your masters, yet you do not care for their goals. You are here for Rey, and yet you stand in opposition. Explain."

"You're wrong about one thing, Station. I do share my master's goals. I want change to this galaxy for the better, and you're the means to do it. As for Rey, I want her out of the way. Safe."

There was a long moment of silence before it asked, "Is this what you sentients call a half truth?"

"You tell me."

"I have many means of analysis. Vocal, psychological, physical, sentience. I have come to a conclusion. Your behavior appears truthful when regarding your mate's survival. Your behavior regarding your statement about your master's goals is not."

"You don't even know what those goals are."

"I don't need to. My conclusion that you are untruthful is all that matters in this examination. Elaborate on this."

Kylo shrugged his shoulders, "I have my own goals. I didn't lie when I said that they align with my masters… in a capacity."

"You have altered your answer, but you are truthful. Curious."

"Are you done?"

"I am not. Your behavior suggests a manner of duplicity. Your master demands my allegiance through you and Mechos. That suggests the use of violence."

"That's kind of obvious. What's your point?"

"Would you terminate your mate and your biological progenitor to meet your goals?"

That caught Kylo's breath in his lungs. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"I have scanned your biological code. It matches that of another sentient aboard in the company of your adversaries. The structure suggests he is your progenitor."

"You're asking me if I would kill my family?" his hand tightened into a fist as he bared his teeth, "I have crossed many lines to get here. That is the one line I will never cross."

"Even if it results in the failure of your goals?"

Kylo was silent at this, unable to answer that question. Instead, he asked where Rey and his father were located.

"All approach the same destination," it answered, "I require an answer to my query."

"You're not getting one. I'm not going to play this game with you."

"I do not require a vocal answer, Kylo, Lord of Ren. You will provide a physical one based on the parameters of choice. You will provide an answer for necessity."

He sighed and shook his head, "Are you only on this comm frequency?"

"Affirmative. I inquired to communicate solely with you."

"Then get the hell off it."

"I shall comply with your request. Know that I will be observing to see your answer."

The comm crackled out, replaced by one of Mechos' orisons to the Aether followed by a loud clang and the door was forced open. He switched to his private channel and sighed. "Don't hold your breath."

"Besinti, move it up!" Sergeant Avery barked as they cleared the stairwell into an expansive hallway that soon forked into multiple paths. The fireteams quickly took up positions at each one, waiting for everybody else to catch up.

"Well, this is a problem," Lieutenant Aldo keyed Han, "the diagrams here don't have anything on this juncture. Hell, last couple of floors have been completely different."

"Are we close to the Command Center?"

"Dunno, that's the problem. Everything else leading up's been the same but now this. For all I know, it ain't even on this level."

"Finn?" Han asked.

"I feel a presence close by, possibly even on this level," he pointed ahead, "in that direction."

"Can you tell which tunnel, though?"

"I can't."

"We'll have to split up then," Han pointed ahead, "I'll take one down the central shaft."

"You're the boss, Mr. Solo. Avery! Take Dorn and accompany Mr. Solo. I'll take Cresh and Esk down the other paths!"

"10-4, Lieutenant! Alright boys, let's move it out!"

Quickly, the squad rolled through the bronze tinted hallway; bounding over each other as they carefully checked each closed passage they came across with probe-wires. Each revealed nothing but empty rooms or occasionally storage facilities full of what they didn't know.

Minutes ticked by, and Han noticed Finn was growing tenser with each step. His hands gripped his weapon a little tightly, he craned his head around as though he heard something no one else had. His eyes always watched the rafters and crannies illuminated by dazzling decklightings, the other Troopers noticing and covering them as they moved.

The most notable was when he called a halt, his hand dropping down to his lightsaber. Han dropped down next to him. "What is it? What do you feel?"

The closer we get, the more I feel something dark ahead. But it's distorted. I don't know what else to call it but an echo."

"How close are they?"

"Close. They're in the same general direction of each other."

Han felt a cold sweat at that. "We need to pick up the pace then."

Another minute later, they came across a great circular door and Finn stopped them again. "They're directly ahead."

"Past the door?" Avery asked, to which Finn nodded. Quickly, the sergeant directed his men to stack up into a breaching position as he commed Han, "sir, I suggest we wait for the LT to bring up the rest of his squads. No telling what sort of opposition we might encounter."

Han shook his head, "No time. We breach."

"Yes sir. Jenkins, prep the charges!"

Before they could even move, the door suddenly unlocked and slid open. Directly ahead was a mounted platform, surrounded by terminals and power stations, and highlighted by a great holographic map. Manning it were strange, almost droid-like beings with robotic arms jutting out of power packs on their backs. At first, they thought they might've come across the station's denizens… until white-armored Stormtroopers appeared.

Immediately, the dry air echoed with the frantic sound of boots hitting the deck plate, bodies rolling into cover and the shouting of cursing men bringing their blasters up.

"FREEZE!" Avery shouted, "Drop your weapons!"

"You drop yours!" a Stormtrooper officer with a red pauldron shouted back, "We've got you outnumbered!"

"Oh, do you!? We got an entire company rolling up any second now!" Avery quietly gestured for his comms man to get word out, "Put your blasters down, or we'll light you up!"

"You got ten seconds, Reb! Put 'em down!"

The room exploded with more curses and shouting, both sides bellowing for the other to put down their weapons. Han however wasn't paying attention. He looked to Finn, who nodded. Before anybody could stop him, Han stepped out of cover with his hands wide.

"Son!" he shouted at the Stormtroopers, "I know you're up there! Come out!"

"Solo!" Avery shouted, "Get back to cover!"

"Get on the floor now or we'll shoot you!" the Stormtrooper officer shouted before Kylo Ren appeared and pushed him to the side. For a long, unbearable moment, no one said or did anything. Instead, they stared at the transpiring event unfolding as Kylo Ren mounted the stairs and Han approached, slowly slipping out of earshot.

They stopped a short reach from each other, Han looking his son up and down with something of a haunted expression. Han was not Force Sensitive, but even he felt the chill in the air surrounding his son. It reminded him too much of Darth Vader on Bespin; even the mask he wore now had the same inhuman quality of some primordial creature. Especially as the overhead lights bathed it in bloody tints.

But he looked beyond that, and his expression saddened. He turned off his comm and said simply, "Son."

"Father," he replied, his voice distorted and reverberated by the mask, "what are you doing here?"

"I'm here for you, son," Han took a step forward and Kylo took a step back.

"You've come a long way to face disappointment. But I guess we're all used to that now."

Han suddenly looked over his shoulder, "Where's Rey?"

"Not here."

Han allowed himself a moment of relief, and he took another step forward. This time, Kylo stayed his ground, though he shifted uncomfortably at the approach. Another moment of silence followed, the tension growing between father and son and all the unsaid things.

"Take off that mask. You don't need it with me."

"What do you expect to find underneath it?"

"The face of my son," Han's tone grew hard, "take it off, now."

"As you wish," he said, his hands wrapping around the mask and removing it with the hiss of decompressing air. At the sight of Leia's eyes, Han felt a jolt. A sudden cold swept over him. The face, aside from another scar, was unchanged. But those eyes that once held the proud, reckless abandon of a boy hooting his first time on the Falcon, was suddenly cold. Distant. Pained.

"That man," he said suddenly, "that kid… he died a long time ago."

Han shivered. He'd seen that look before on his own face, all those years before he met Luke and Leia. That cold, jaded man who had lost faith in everything. Until that kid gave it back to him. "No he's still here, standing before me."

"You can lie to yourself all you want. It can't change what has happened."

"I don't give a damn what's happened!" Han snapped, jutting a finger at him, "You're my son, Cale. You're my kid. And you're coming home with me!"

"No," he said simply, "my work's not finished yet."

"What work?" he exasperated, gesturing ahead, "The work to help these people retake the galaxy? Cale, I taught you better than that. Your master taught you better than that."

"You did," he nodded, "but that's not the point."

"Then what is the point? I know why you're here and what you've done to get here."

"Then you know why I can't let this go," he walked to the edge of the platform and stared into the abyss below, "please, just leave. Get out while you can. This isn't a battle you can win."

"I don't care about that, Cale. I'm not going anywhere without you. Your mother misses you."

"I know, but I can't go."

"Can't or won't?"

"Both. You can't stop what's coming. If you don't leave right now, I'll-"

"What?" Han demanded, "You'll what? You'll kill me? Is that what you're saying?"

"I don't want to!" Cale snapped, his eyes desperate, "But I can't let you stop me."

"Son, please," he took another step, gesturing to him, "think about what you're doing. Is all this worth hurting the people you love? Is it?"

Cale's mouth opened but the words died in his throat. He tried again but his voice refused to obey him. The pain on his face was almost more than Han could bear, and he too found himself staring into the abyss.

"Y'know, for years I never understood why Luke did what he did. But I think I do now."

"What?" Cale asked, surprised.

"I was tortured on Bespin by your grandfather. He hurt me in ways I…" he swallowed to keep his voice from breaking, "and all just so that he could get his hands on Luke. But the thing that I hate him for, the thing I will never forgive him over," he looked at his son, "was taking me away from your mother."

Tears built up in his eyes, but he said nothing. Han continued, "I still wake up at night, thinking about it. Feeling the sudden coldness, your mother's terrified face. The face that I thought I would never see again. I think that's worse than even death. Being trapped in the carbonite, unable to move or breath… unable even to die."

He shook his head, "I don't know if you could dream while you're under. I couldn't remember. I just remembered that feeling of helplessness staying with me, right until your mother rescued me."

He scoffed, "That was why I couldn't understand why Luke was so damn adamant to save him. I'd dealt with scary people all my life, but Vader was different. He was a man who hurt people not for the fun of it, but 'cause it got him what he wanted. 'Cause he thought it was right."

He turned to his son. "I couldn't understand Luke then… but I can now."

"I'm not Vader," Cale whispered.

"No, you're not," he took him by his shoulders, holding him firmly, "you're my son, and I love you. I'd do anything to keep you safe, and I won't let you go."

"Dad…"

"Cale, come with me. Leave all this behind and come home."

The color and form drained from his son's face like a ghoul. "After what I've done?"

"You can face up to that," he caressed his cheek, "make it right. I can help you."

Cale couldn't hold back his tears. Han feeling the moisture running through. He heard the clattering of metal, and looked down to see Cale's saber on the floor.

"Well, you have your answer," he whispered, "you wanted to know what I would do. Now you know."

"Son?" Han looked around, wondering who he was talking to, "Are you alright?"

"I won't kill you," he replied, his face a mess of emotions, "but I can't let you stop me."

Suddenly, Han's own blaster was pointed in his face. Han reached for where it should've been, clamped down and secure. He'd taken it from him, dropping the saber as a distraction. In an odd way, Han felt pride for that. He really was his son, slippery and all.

"Cale, don't do this," he reached his hand out slowly, "just put it down."

"I can't let you stop me," he repeated, "I'm sorry."

Han grimaced, "I'm sorry too."

At the last syllable, he lunged. His fingers touched the edge of the barrel; another moment and he began to pull on the gun hand. Then the finger depressed, an arc of blue roared out and Han hit the ground.

Before the darkness took him, he saw his son pull a saber and mask to him. A bolt flew out, the blade ignited, plasma was deflected, and the helmet snapped back into place.

"TAKE THEM!" Kylo Ren shouted, and everything else went to black.

Author's notes

Hey everybody, this is JSailer and Squasher. Sorry for getting this out on the wire, but this chapter proved tough to write for obvious reasons. And before you say we copped out at the end there, let me put it to you this way. What's more interesting, a Sith who does what every other damn Sith does and kills his close ones to prove how evil they are... or one who refuses that path and must deal with the consequences? You decide.

The next chapter will be coming out on either March 17th or 24th (depending on when we get it done).

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