AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'm gonna try to draw this story out because I really want to get Neyli's POV on all that's going on in the story! Thanks for the reviews so far!

For the Fore Connection, here's the difference with Kylo Ren/Ben and Neyli:

Neyli

Kylo Ren/Ben

"Let me see that tool there, Chewie," I said to Chewbacca as I was getting some more work done on the Falcon. It was a hard thing to hear and to swallow down: Palpatine returning and coming back with vengeance. How was it possible for something like this to happen, and in a critical time for us as the Resistance? We were always one step forward and then two steps back, never once could we find a good footing to be ahead of the war and with our lives still in the balance. Now that Rey was talking to my mother, something that was a secret and she needed to tell, I had to get seem things done on my dad's old ship and hoping that it would clear my mind.

Speaking of which.

"Neyli?" I heard behind me, having me looked around from my hand being on the surface of the Falcon and seeing Rey there. I was silent for a moment now, seeing how hesitant Rey was looking very hesitant in just approaching me. Since the beginning when we met, we were fine and civil with each other, helping each other along the way.

But now I could sense that she was uneasy with all of what's going on, with my brother still along the Dark Side and Rey connecting with him, it was all so much for one person to do.

"I wanted to say I'm sorry," She explained, her hands awkwardly at her sides and one of her hands clutching the strap from her staff that was hung on her shoulder. She looked beyond scared to take to me, though I could see she was putting on a brave face as she usually did. She was brave, smart, and kind to anyone who showed her grace and kindness, and yet she was still hurting inside.

"It wasn't my place to treat the Falcon like it was my own," She paused, swallowing a bit now as she shifted in her stance, "It was your fathers….and I think you should be the one make the choices for it and make the decisions," I felt bad then, seeing how she felt like she was taking over the ship and how it should be handled. I knew she cared for the ship, way more than others would, and I cared for it too. It never really came across my mind or bothered me, but I could see how Rey felt bad about it when Poe said that comment about me belonging on the ship.

"Rey, I never was mad that you're using the ship," I said to her more softly, walking over to stand in front of me a bit now as she was still feeling uneasy, "My father, as possessed he was with this ship, he knew that the Falcon was going to be sued for the good of the cause, no matter how far away he tried to run. In the end, I think he knew we both were going to take good care of it, and because of that I knew you would going to take good care of her,"

Rey gave me a small smile and I placed my hand on her arm now, feeling how cool she was against my pilot and mechanical hands. She placed her own hand on my own on her arm, both of us coming to some kind of agreement.

"I think that's why I'm gonna fly her one more time," Rey said with her soft smile, having me raise my eyebrow at her in question.

"What do you mean?" I asked. She looked behind me for a brief second, having me see that she was looking at my mother, who was talking to one of the officers who was a bit away from us. Something she spoke about with my mother was now in the middle of the both of us, I could feel it.

"I'm going to find a Sith Wayfinder," She explained to me, in which my eyes bit a big bigger now from hearing that news, "Your Uncle Luke knows about it and it's the only way to get to Exegol, the only way to find the planet. I need to find it, and find the Emperor."

"Are you sure, really sure?" I asked her, "It could be dangerous."

"More certain now than I was before," She explained, "If we find the Wayfinder, then we can find Palpatine and stop him with his fleet before any other worlds get destroyed. Neyli, this could be our only chance." I was torn, my heart feeling heavy from what I was hearing about where Rey was going to go and what she intended on doing.

"Are you going alone?" I asked, seeing him hesitate there as I gave her a knowing look, "Rey, you can't think of doing this alone, what if—"

"I have to," She answered, "It's dangerous."

"Of course it is, and you're going to be in more trouble," I reminded her, looking back at the Falcon one more time with this heaviness weighing on me. Rey going out alone, going to something that could not only end her life, but the life of the Resistance, and yet she was telling me as if I was supposed to be happy about it let this go on. I knew what I had to do.

I was done hiding on the base of the planet, I was done being hesitant on who I was in my past as a Jedi, and I was done being afraid of who I was supposed to me. I placed my hand one more time on the surface on my father's ship, hoping it would give me some kind of strength in what I was about to do.

"Well, you're gonna need a pilot," I said to me, moving my hand away and walking over to the ramp now without taking a look behind me at Rey, "Also, we can brush up on your sparing."

"You're coming with me?" Rey asked, sounding surprised. I turned on my heel and looked at her with my hands on my hips.

"Of course I am," I replied, "Why wouldn't I?"

"Because it's dangerous and I should be going alone," She explained, walking over to me now as I could see her search my eyes, "I can't let you do this."

"Being alone, at a time like this, is not safe and it's not right," I told her kindly, "Believe me, I've seen people close to my heart think that being alone is the best thing and it was wrong. You're no longer alone in this fight," I paused, seeing her think about it more in her head now as we heard footsteps behind us. Poe, Finn, C-3PO, and BB-8 were coming out way.

"You got her up and running with the compressor's working?" Poe asked me, having me wink at him now as he was now focusing on Rey in between us.

"You were right before: I'm gonna pick up Luke's search for Exegol. I'm gonna start where his trail when cold: The forbidden desert of Pasaana." She explained to him, in which I saw Poe nod his head.

"Yeah, I know. We're going with you," He replied with a nod of his head., grasping her arm briefly before he walked over to the ramp where I was standing and he eyed me, "You're coming too?"

"I'm not letting her go without some support," I explained, seeing him pause for a brief moment before I pointed at him, "You were going to try to make me stay, weren't you?" He raised his hands in surrender to me now as he almost rolled his eyes.

"Learning from past experiences with you, I don't question your motives anymore," He replied as he walked a bit closer to me now, "Though I will remind you that it is dangerous and maybe your mother would want you here instead."

"Not the slightest chance, Dameron," I said back to him, "My mom's learned to let me help out wherever I can. Plus, Rey needs all the support and help she can get."

"And she's getting it from us," Poe said in agreement. He laced our fingers together, squeezing it briefly before he locked eyes with her within our own intimate bubble. We only had a fleeting moment between us now, and I knew that the more talking we were going to do, the less time we had to focus. I just gave him a small smile, seeing him do the same as we both looked over to see Finn talk to Rey.

"It's too dangerous, Finn."

"We go together," Rey was stunned in how she went from being alone to having a group who was willing to be with her and behind her. I knew this was her own fight that she wanted to pursue, but she always knew deep down we weren't going to let her go without us watching her and hoping to help her.

Chewbacca chirped at her, then BB-8 beeping his acknowledgment.

"I wholeheartedly agree!" said C-3PO.

It was decided.

"Take care of yourself," Jencon said to me as he was giving me one last hug from the outside of the Falcon, "I don't want you to get into too much trouble."

"I never do," I reminded him as we pulled away and I searched his face. I could tell he was uneasy about this, this mission that was far too important and far too critical to mess up. I wanted to give him some ease about it and how we were doing the right thing, that I was doing the right thing.

"Take care of my mom," I said to him carefully, "Make sure she's okay."

"Come back and do that yourself," Jencon said in a shaky tone, almost like he was getting emotional from us parting. He was my dear friend, someone who I grew close to and I went to for counsel. This was harder than I thought, no wonder why he was breaking.

"Deal," I said to him, giving him one sneaky kiss on the cheek before I walked over to my mother, who was waiting for me off to the side. I gave her one big smile, seeing and feeling her take both of my hands in her own.

"You're gonna look out of her?" She asked me.

"Of course," I replied.

"And who's gonna look after you?" She asked me, having me pause and tilt my head at her.

"No one," I answered, seeing her shift a bit in front of me "No one needs too." I felt as though she needed to hear that from me, with all of her worry about her children and losing one already practically, let alone her husband, it was going to be hard for her to have me leave her. I knew what I had to do, and she knew the same.

She reached up to cup my cheek in her hand, not moving another inch now as she took in a gentle breath.

"Rely on The Force, let it guide you and all you do," She reminded me, having me nod my head with her hand against my skin, "Your head and your heart are in the right place: use them."

"I will mom," I reassured her.

"You have your pistol?" she asked, having me grin.

"Yes,"

"Your saber?" She questioned, having me point down to my own holster where my pistol was on one side and my saber was on the other side.

"I'm gonna finish my saber on the ship," I explained, seeing my mother nod her head, "There are modifications that are needed that I had no time to get to. But I'll get it done."

"I have someone of your fathers that I want you to have. It's hidden in the ship, not even Rey or Chewie know about it. I do, it had your father's prized possessions in there and I think you should have it." She then pulled out from one of her vest pockets a paper with a small symbol there on the top of it. It looked like the sun, precise and with many rays all around it, "Look for this symbol, that's where you'll find it."

"Are you sure?" I asked, feeling as though it wasn't my place to have some things from my father.

"Positive," My mother replied with a big grin. I could hear the Falcon warming up now, my mother wrapping her arms around me and pulling me into a fierce hug. I felt the hug through my core, how it felt like this hug was supposed to be engraved in me for a long while. I held that hug. not wanting to let go for a while but knowing that it had to be done.

"I love you," She said to me in my hair.

"I love you too."

Millennium Falcon

Once we were up in the air and we were out in space, I was sitting in the co-pilot seat with Rey at the wheel. Finn, Poe, and Chewie were behind us as I was watching Rey go through the checklist smoothly ad without one hiccup, having me look at her with a hint of pride. It was great being back at the Falcon, almost like it was yesterday when I was here flying with my father and we were helping out the Resistance on Starkiller Base. But this was different, and this was life or death.

"This ship's in great shape, Rey," I commented to her with a grin, seeing her smile.

"It's a good ship," She replied. I then remember something that my mother told me to get and to do. It felt like it was the right time before we go heavy into the mission, so as I got up I heard Rey said, "You alright?"

"I need to stretch my legs," I replied, not telling her the whole truth as I got out from the co-pilots seat. I walked by Chewie and clasped his shoulder, "Take the seat, Chewie."

"You good?" Poe asked, barely touching my arm with his fingers, seeing a small look on his face. I gave him a small smile and nodded, though he could see something else there on my face as I moved out of the cockpit and into the main walkway of the ship. It was quiet, the soothing humming of the ship moving through outer space was calming as I walked over to where I should look. I knew this ship well, very well, there was one place where my father would hideout and sleep from time to time.

In his small quarters off of the chess room, it looked just the same as it did when he was here last. I figured Rey wouldn't touch it at all, out fo respect to my father. But I took out the paper that my mother gave me, seeing the symbol there on the top and I looked around for a few moments. Nothing came out to me, the drawers pushed in and his bed that was tucked in the corner was somewhat made. It broke my heart slightly to see this and not my father, his presence was still there and I could feel it along my skin and maybe over my shoulder.

It felt like he was still there.

Something caught my eye in the corner of the wall, tucked behind a few lines and I looked twice to see what it was, in fact, the symbol on the paper. I walked over to the right where the symbol was, not knowing what there was behind that small door. Was it a door? The sun symbol was drawn there with fire, etched into the metal and it looked like it belonged there within the ship.

As soon as I pressed the middle, the wall in front of me slid over to the side. There was a small compartment in the wall, a tall slim hole that looked like a locker. I instantly saw some of my dad's old things there: his boots, a few trinkets and small collector items on the top shelf. But two things stood out to me that made me pause and almost lose my breath. The two things that my father always had on him.

His black vest, and his blaster in his holster.

Something in my had to reach out and touch the material of his vest to be sure that it was there, that this was no dream. But there it was, hung up and showing all of the worn and wear and tear that my father went through. I knew he wore this all the time, it was a sign of passage and a sign of who he was and how he loved his life. I grinned from seeing it there on the hanger, and right next to, of course, was his holster with his blaster. The blaster was neat and shined, but I saw the wear on the handle and the scares along the top of the leather.

My father went through a lot, he suffered plenty and he saw plenty too. But he was still my father, and I knew we had talks in the past on how he felt like he failed. Not just with me, but with Ben too. I loved him far too much to see all of those faults and fallbacks as who he was.

Was this what my mother wanted me to see? Did she want me to have all of these things from him? Why didn't she want these things for herself? There must have been something she knew that was there between my father and me, a special bond and relationship that was different from my own relationship with her. This was simple, it was gentle, and it was all I wanted from a father. He was a good father, a wonderful one, so my mother wanted me to have some kind of piece of my father there with me always.

Always.

I walked out of his quarters, moving the vest around slightly to get it to feel right on me. I had on a dark blue long-sleeved shirt with the sleeves rolled above my elbows, my black captain pants and boots, a grey scarf wrapped loosely around my neck and my hair was braided off and away from my face, the braid over my shoulder and some strands staying out and around my face. The blaster holster was on my waist and thigh with the blaster already in and ready for use. Maybe I was channeling my inner Han Solo, but it felt right wearing these items from my late father.

"Neyli…" I looked over to see Poe walking over to me now, his face when he saw me looked a bit amazed now as I was standing there in the middle of the hallway. He was quiet for a mere moment, having me now wait for him to say something.

"What?" I asked, looking down at my outfit in case there was something wrong with it. He cleared his throat slightly, making me look back up at him, seeing a glint there in his eyes.

"You look good," He said to me, having me look at him in surprise.

"Really?" I asked, surprised now as he grinned and walked over slowly to be within my presence. I felt a flutter there when he was close enough for me to see him look at me up and down in more detail. It was the same feeling that I had when we were first together when seemed like years and years back, that feeling of excitement and adrenaline at the same time.

"You looked really good in blue, by the way," He commented, having me grin at him. I moved my hands up to move his own scarf around to make it look doable for me.

"You look good yourself," I commented back to him as he looked down at my vest, finally seeing what I was wearing. He didn't say anything, maybe he didn't know how it meant for me to have this now and to use this to my discretion.

"This was my father's vest," I explained, seeing Poe watch me novas I then looked down and pointed to the blaster and holster, "These were his too. My mom figured I should have theses now,." It was a somber feeling and moment, it was still settling within my own heart that this could be the most dangerous missions I've been on and I might be able to live beyond this. If there was something that was going to happen to me, at least I wore a piece of my father along the way.

Poe slowly then wrapped his arms around me and gave me a gentle and all-consuming hug there in the middle of the hallway. I hugged him, grasping his shirt within my fingers and rested my forehead on his shoulder now as we were having our moment there. Who knew how this was going to end? I wished for only the positive, and yet I had to be realistic.

"We're gonna win this war," Poe reassured me, having me nod my head against his shoulder.

"I know," I reminded him.

"And after we win this, you and I are gonna get married and have the life we wanted," Poe promised me as he rubbed my back with his fingers, "You believe me?"

"You know I do, Poe."

I was sitting crisscross on the floor of the chess room, we were almost at Paasan within a few minutes, and I was working on my lightsaber. I wanted to make it better, and with some of the scraps and pieces that I harbored over the years, it was time for me to finished the last minute touches on my saber. But as I was working in the silence of the chess room, I sensed another presence there within the walls of the ship, the humming was accompanied by something else. I paused in my work, focusing on what that feeling was and where it was coming from. A familiar presence, like another being, was in the room.

"Neyli…."

I looked straight ahead, already knowing that there wasn't another physical there in the room but someone else was trying to get to me and contact me. I placed my saber on the ground in front of my feet, closing my eyes and trying to channel where I was hearing the voice and who it was that was talking to me. They were far away, almost closed off and muffled, so I was taking a few deep breaths, trying to find the voice within my own head.

"Neyli…I can feel your presence…"

The voice was sharper now, crisper and I knew instantly who it was. I knew that I was keeping my place and where I was blank, just like how I was trained and how I practiced in the past. My own head was blank, my breathing was even and normal, and I wasn't going to break Not this time.

"Ben…"

"Neyli…..I know you're close to me….you're with the scavenger."

"You know her name, Ben."

"I'm not Ben." I shifted in my spot there on the floor, sensing uncertainty with him and how he seemed too fast to try and correct me. It felt like a sting of pain there, hearing it from my brother. I wanted him to know where I was coming from, and that I wasn't there to harm him or fight him.

"You are Ben. I can sense the cracks within you…you're afraid."

"I'm warning you Neyli….This is not your fight."

"Neither is it yours. You're not meant to be like this, you and I both know that. You're still my blood, the light is in you and it wants you to let it out."

"You don't know me at all."

"I know you more than you think. You're my brother…I know you're still there, and I'll find you."

There was nothing else heard there in the conversation now, but I could still sense him and feel his own inner sense of uncertainty. He was being challenged within himself, he was frail. Not strong as he was when he reached me the first time a year ago. This time, he was less of Kylo…and more of Ben.

I saw a small glimmer of a glance at Ben, wherever he was and that he was alone. He was somewhere in a white room, maybe on one of the ships with the First Order. He didn't have his mask on, where there were plenty of red marks and cracks there along the surface of the mask. But I was focusing on his face, seeing the one lengthy scar there along his face and his skin. His own dark eyes and his dark brown hair swatted away from his face. I felt a breath leave me when I saw his face, having me think back to when we were children. I still loved a part of Ben that was still there, and I could still feel him there. The small feeling of Ben Organa Solo was resting there within him, and whether he knew it or not, I knew it was there.

"You're still my brother."