AN: A brief ficlet where the Knights of Ren = Knights of Camelot and the Skywalker lightsaber = Excalibur, post TLJ. Like most of my drabbles, would probably work better as a fully realized piece…
Knights
Drawn to the famed circled table through clandestine forms of communication, the loyal Knights of Ren gathered. Spread across the galaxy, they had made their way undetected to the sacred location and the round table that united them. The First Order was not aware. The Resistance was unknowing. No one knew, except those who had proven their worth and successfully borne the rites of the order.
And yet, she was there.
They had heard rumors, perhaps some had even talked amongst themselves, but clearly, none was prepared for her actual presence in this most sacred of spaces.
Would anyone be good enough for the man they had killed for? Who they would give their lives for? Could there be a match for his power?
She looked...at peace. Cloaked in innocent white to his cruel black, there was no mistaking the energy of the couple in front of them.
"I have called you here today for reasons which will become clear, but I will let my bride share our most important news."
There was no mistaking the word. Nor, the look between Kylo Ren and Rey. Without an introduction, everyone knew who she was. For better or worse, she was an important player in the galaxy, and, as they are all aware, the one who had taken the blame for killing Snoke.
Although the assassins are too well trained to respond to the Supreme Leader's shocking pronouncement, Rey does allow a moment to let the air settle.
She then reached to her waist and retrieved a weapon. The Skywalker lightsaber. Long hidden, then destroyed, now whole again. The weapon of protection, of legend, of significance.
The Jedi placed the legendary weapon on the table and bowed to the group. "It is yours. Returned to where it belongs."
Her voice holds no grudge, no anger, just resolute calm.
Kylo grasped Rey's now empty hand, his larger grip encompassing her smaller one. "And with the return of our sacred weapon, the truth of Snoke's death will be made clear across the galaxy."
"What are you asking of us?" The question came from the eldest person at the table, an older woman with cropped silver hair.
Kylo looked at Ren, who nodded. He has never lied to them and he will not start now. "Today, we leave the First Order. Today, we find balance. I cannot and will not force you to join me, but I will ask for your help."
"There is no way we can do this without you." Rey's voice was softer, but there is inherent truth in her statement.
"What do you need exactly?" The youngest in the room, a male creature from the Outer Rim, asked, speaking in the common language.
Rey stepped forward. "We need a coup to overthrow the First Order and install General Organa as Empress. She is the only peaceful resolution to the years of conflict in the galaxy. Kylo can rule no longer."
"Will you join us?" Kylo asked.
The males and females in the room did not speak. One by one, they laid their weapons down at the circular table, until every equal space was filled.
With a quick smile, Kylo said, "That settles that. Let us get started."