Chapter 1: Hi, We've Never Met Before
Rey stood with her lightsaber ignited, glaring at Kylo Ren from across the ruins of the Death Star ruins. He was holding the Wayfinder that she had found clutched in his fist.
"Give it to me," Rey hissed with rage. Against her better judgement, her traitorous body was demanding more than just the ancient Sith object.
Something even darker than anger passed over Kylo's eyes just then. Snarling predatorily, he crushed the Wayfinder in his fist, then proceeded to advance on the beautiful Jedi.
Snarling, Rey raised the blue blade of Anakin Skywalker over her head. Kylo raised his hand...
... and the lightsaber was cast aside by the Force as easily as if it were a toy.
Without a weapon, Rey was left to try and hold him off with her bare hands. However, in one sweeping motion, Kylo had seized her wrists and yanked them over her head. Tugging Rey's body flushed against his toned one, he swooped in and kissed her full on the mouth.
Rey's eyes popped wide and she let out an indignant squeal into his mouth. Kylo's mouth just continued to slant over hers and the squeal soon softened into a confused whimper.
And then... that whimper gave way to a plaintive moan, as Rey felt her eyelids grow heavy before they fluttered shut completely. Twitching her mouth into his, parting her lips wide to grant his tongue entrance, she became a willing participant in her own seduction.
"Mmmmmhmmmmmm..." Feeling Kylo release her wrists, Rey chose to loop her arms about his neck and lean into the kiss, deepening it. And as his lips made hers become swollen with how completely they were fused together in this lip lock, Rey realized it was Ben, not Kylo who was kissing her. The anger had faded, the passion had morphed into something more... productive and a tenderness had now reared its head.
The Force Bond, the Dyad, exulted like a choir of angels. Seizing her thighs, Ben hoisted Rey off her feet and she folded her legs lovingly about his torso. He carried her grandly to the ruins of the Emperor's throne before casting her down on the seat. Pulling him into her lap, Rey spread her legs wide, her thighs nearly extended as far as they would go. Rey and Ben's lips were nearly swallowing each other whole, their tongues engaged in an intricate dance. Rey felt her white trousers rolled down past her knees, down her calves to her ankles. Her very wet femininity was exposed to the cool sea breeze of Kef Bir, the draft tickling her slick and wet folds. She gasped into Ben's plundering mouth as she felt a bloated, wild thing line up at her entrance.
The lovers' thoughts raced back and forth across the Bond.
Is this all right? Rey fought the urge to chuckle. Ben Solo was quite the gentleman.
Gods, yes.
And then Ben plunged into Rey's sex, breaching her maidenhead. The sharp pinch of pain made tears prick at Rey's eyes, and she gulped to get air as Ben wrenched out of the lip lock to kiss her tears away. Slowly, he began to rock in and out, in and out, Rey arching her back against him and making sounds that no woman could make unless they were in the throes of passion.
"Uhhh... Huhhh... Mmmm... Hmmmm... Ben..."
"Mom?... Mom! Mom, are you OK? Mom, wake up!"
A blinding flash of sunlight suddenly invaded the Death Star ruins and Rey Skywalker was yanked without warning back into the conscious world. Blinking her eyes against the sudden brightness, Rey sat up sharply in bed, gasping.
She was in her stone hut on Ahch-To, the flimsy curtain having been tugged away from the carved opening in the rock. She chose to ignore how her black pajama bottoms were now nearly soaked through with juices induced by that amazing wet dream. How she wished that she and Ben had been together like that! And sitting on the foot of her bed was the miracle produced by Rey and Ben being together in a way that only the Force could understand - a miracle conjured by his soft hand on her belly instead of his manliness squirming and thrusting inside of her.
Kira Skywalker Solo sat back, grinning adorably, allowing Rey to take in her ten-year-old daughter. Her daughter by Ben.
Their little girl had a heart-shaped face, dark brown eyes, and dirty blonde hair - the latter of which shone like spun gold in the sunlight, and when it was clean (Rey noted how her baby needed a bath to rid the dirt and grime from the island out of her tresses). The Jedi had not been able to account for Kira's blond hair at first - Rey's own locks were chestnut, while Ben's had been the most silky black. But then, Artoo had shown Rey holo footage of Luke Skywalker as a young man - the legendary Jedi Master had been sinfully handsome and with blonde strands of his own in his youth. Perhaps it was natural that some traits were passed down to his great-niece, now still staring at her mother adorably.
"So, Mom, now that you're up, I was thinking we should go down to the cliffs and feed the thala-sirens - Oh, and then we could try and catch some Porgs - and then, we could do some lightsaber sparring and braid each other's hair as a cool-down!" Kira was prattling on. Rey felt her lips tug up in amusement at the bubbling way her daughter spoke - she certainly didn't get that from Ben.
Then Rey turned to glance at the chrono perched on the stone windowsill, and her jaw dropped.
"It's 0600 in the morning!" She flashed the digital readout in Kira's face. "It's 0600 on Saturday morning!"
"Up, please!" Kira chirpily whined.
"Kira... my heart:" Rey sighed, taking her hand. "It is Saturday, the day of rest."
"Sunday's the day of rest," Kira corrected.
"No, Saturday's the day of pre-rest."
"Pre-rest?"
"Yes, so that on Sunday, you're rested enough to enjoy your rest."
Kira eyed her mother with deep amusement. "That makes absolutely no sense."
Just then, there was a deep, sonic whoozhing sound - more than a thunder clap in timbre. Rey's eyes snapped to the ceiling of their hut, flashing. "Something's just entered our airspace."
R2D2 came shrieking in just then, beeping and bopping distressingly.
"Carrier warship? With an old First Order insignia?" Rey's heart dropped. Leaping out of bed, she grabbed her baby's hand. "Kira, come on."
Mother and daughter and droid raced out of the stone hut to see a cruiser coming in low and fast over the sea. It was banking, turning back around to make a run at the island proper. The turret guns came into view as the cruiser came in screaming closer.
PING! PING! PING!
"Get down!" Rey yelled, tackling Kira to the earth as huts around them were obliterated, bits of rock raining down as mother shielded child with her own body.
Kick-jumping to her feet, Rey reached out with the Force and her double-bladed lightsaber staff slapped into her waiting palm. Igniting the golden blades, she deflected them with a ferocious intensity, the mama-bear snarl not leaving her face.
The cruiser was coming in for a landing on the platform at the base of the island mountain. From above, Rey saw the ramp lower and a platoon of white Stormtroopers disembark.
How could this be? The First Order was no more, or so Rey knew. Perhaps this was one legion that had managed to get away and lay low in hiding, after Exogol? The galaxy was at peace, with a democratic government led by Poe Dameron and Finn...
Poe and Finn... Sprinting back into her hut, Rey flung herself at her meager nightstand and began yanking out drawers, flinging lingerie and other clothing this way and that. Where had she put it...?
"Mom?" In the doorway, Kira was whimpering, glancing back to the stone steps leading down the island, where the troopers would appear any moment.
At the bottom of the last drawer, Rey's hands closed on the piece of parchment. A-ha! Racing back to her daughter, she slapped the envelope into Kira's hand.
"Hang onto that! And follow me!"
Seizing a rucksack and casting it over her daughter's shoulder, the pair raced down from the hut village and skirted along the cliffs, coming upon the grassy knoll where the charred remains of a TIE fighter still sat. That ship had been marooned on the island for as long as Kira could remember; she had played sometimes in its cockpit, with her mother always watching close by.
Wrenching open the circular door, Rey beckoned for Artoo to wheel in. Then, lifting her daughter up, Rey placed her gingerly into the cockpit seat. Seizing her wrist, she shook the envelope in Kira's face.
"You take this... to Chandrila! Find Uncle Poe and Uncle Finn and give this to them! Say that you're mine and you shouldn't have a bit of trouble!"
Kira gaped at her mother, wide-eyed. She had heard countless stories about her uncles - the dashing pilot, Poe Dameron. And the ex-Stormtrooper Finn, her godfather and her mommy's best friend. "But... but, Mama... Chandrila..."
"... is the safest place in the galaxy; your father was born there."
"- this thing can't even fly! -"
"Yes, it can - I hope..."
"How do I even get to Chandrila?"
"I'll plug in the coordinates." Reaching around Kira, Rey's hands shook as she managed to plug in the path to Chandrila. It was in the Core Worlds, clear across the galaxy from here in the Unknown Regions.
In the slight distance, the girls could hear the automated voices of troopers coming closer. Rey could sense through the Force: they were almost to the top of the stone steps...
Cupping Kira's face in her hands, Rey leaned in and fiercely kissed her lips, her cheeks, her face. Tears slipped from her eyes. "No matter what happens - I love you! Listen to your uncles; Poe and Finny should know what to do! If all goes well, I shall find a way off-planet and come find you!"
Kira was practically shaking with terror. "I won't leave without you!"
"You have to," Rey stated grimly. It was too late; they were out of time. "You are my greatest treasure, precious one. I will always thank the Force that you are mine, that I carried you inside me. I love you so much, my Kira!" Closing the hatch, Rey concentrated only on the Force. All those years ago, the TIE fighter had been burned to a certain degree, but hopefully not enough that it could no longer get off the ground.
With the help of the Force, Rey heard the creaking and groaning as the bucket of bolts lifted into the air. Higher and higher it rose, and then there was a flurry of beeps as the ship's systems came to life.
"You there, Jedi! HALT!" The Stormtroopers were nearly on top of Rey.
Opening her eyes, Rey gritted her teeth. "GO!" Using all of the Force that she had, she launched the TIE into space, out of Ahch-To's atmosphere. She felt her daughter's signature kiss her goodbye through the Force and take control of the ship, piloting it far away.
Up in the TIE fighter, Kira watched in horror as her mother spun around and ignited her golden lightsaber, attacking the troopers. Out of Ahch-To's atmosphere she rocketed, into deep space, before she suddenly felt her mother's presence in the Force disappear.
Kira nearly crumpled in the cockpit. "MOMMY!"
Far away, on Chandrila, General Finn Calrissian was overseeing progress on a new construction project on the outskirts of the Galactic Capital. Seeing a landspeeder coming in hard over the newly paved roads, he turned with a smile as Supreme Allied Commander Poe Dameron leapt out of the pilot's seat with a dashing smile. He carried a canteen in his left hand.
"You look like you could use a drink, buddy!" the former Resistance pilot laughed.
Smiling good-naturedly, Finn accepted the drink, taking a sip.
"So, how's Jannah?"
"Pregnant, and at least this morning, irritable about it," Finn smiled as he thought of his wife, the daughter of the great Lando Calrissian. Having no surname of his own, he had happily agreed to take her name when they married six years ago.
Poe barked out a laugh. "I can see why Zorri is categorically opposed to motherhood, then."
"But you're going to try and convince her that you should knock her up anyway," Finn smirked cheekily. Poe had expressed to him in long venting sessions how his bounty hunting wife refused to get pregnant, even though Poe desperately wanted children. But Zorri Bliss Dameron was far too stubborn.
"Yup," Poe sighed. "I don't see why she is so afraid. She would look so beautiful carrying my kid..."
"All right, all right, get that dopey grin off your face..."
"GENERAL!" A field foreman barked. "Our scanners are picking up a ship coming in hard and fast towards the building site! Looks like a TIE fighter!"
Finn's brow furrowed. "A TIE? That's not possible - mass production on all TIEs has been discontinued..."
Poe shrugged. "A relic, maybe?"
The field foreman rushed to Finn's side with a data pad. "Sir: request permission to shoot it down?"
Finn opened his mouth to reply, but then the Force nudged him. Something was coming... something important... "No. Permission denied. It should crash-land on its own."
"In the middle of our construction site?!" The foreman looked horrified.
"Trust me, and in the Force, Foreman," Finn advised.
Above their heads, the shriek of the TIE could be heard as it barreled in for a crash-landing. Almost serendipitously, the ship screeched and scraped to a halt in the middle of the digging pit.
Security soldiers rushed forward to surround the TIE, Poe and Finn hot on their heels. Dameron was observing the whole scene curiously, wondering what this was about.
Taking an intercom off the foreman, Finn barked into it: "This is General Finn Calrissian! We have you surrounded! Come out with your hands up!"
For a moment, there was silence. Then, a hydraulic whoosh as the circular hatch popped open. Through the mist, a tiny figure emerged, hands reaching for the sky, and when the mist dissipated...
Poe blinked. "It's just a little girl!"
"What's a little runt doing piloting a TIE? And in that condition - the thing looks like it's about to come apart!" The foreman shook his head.
Finn, however, was silent as his gaze locked with the girl. She was staring at him intensely. As if she knew him...
Quietly, Finn approached. "Don't be afraid, we're not gonna hurt you."
The girl nodded. "I know. She told me that."
"Who's she?" Finn frowned. "Your mother? Where is she?"
"On our home planet," Kira whimpered adorably.
"Well, what about your father?"
Kira's face fell. "He's... dead..."
Poe scoffed. "That's convenient."
"Poe, hush."
"But my guardian's here!" Kira chirped.
"Well, you'd better go find him, cause he's probably looking for you," Finn admonished.
Kira shook her head. "He's not looking for me."
Finn huffed exasperatedly. "How do you know?"
"Because... he's looking at me."
Now, Finn was completely baffled. "What...?"
Kira now stepped closer to Finn, eyes suddenly very nervous. "Hi... we've never met before. You were best friends with my mom, Rey. Rey Skywalker? My name is Kira... I'm your goddaughter."