Force Connection:

Neyli

Rey

Everything was hazy, my head hurting and heavy as I felt like I was laying out on the floor, something cold and metal. I had to shuffle around a bit to make sure I was okay, mostly sore, but okay. I opened my eyes slowly, very slowly to see that my vision was sideways. I placed my palms on the floor, slowly moving my body to sit up and looking around. My holster was gone, which meant I had no blaster anon saber. This was bad, really bad.

I was captured, within the clutches of the First Order.

This was not what we needed for our mission, let alone being with the enemy now. Where was the other? What happened to Rey and Ben? Oh God…Ben! Where was he? Did he do anything to Rey after I was captured?

Where was he?

I slowly got up from my spot, wobbling a bit with my legs and squinted from something hurting on my face. I had some kind of injury, having me reach up with my latched and confined hands and touched my wound that was apparently above my right eyebrow. The wound was still sore, and my blood was dried mostly with a few drops still fresh and thick. I cringed, looking around in the small cell of a chamber I was in and already trying to think of a way that I could break out of there. I had to, there was no way that I could stay there and not find the others, wherever they were.

They could be someplace far away, already thinking that I was dead and long gone. What were they thinking? I would hope that they would have tried to get me if only I was faster and I defended myself some more. Gave some kind of wanting, but that warrior came out of nowhere. It almost made me feel defeated as I was looking all around to get some kind of idea as to what I needed to do.

I couldn't give up, I had to do something.

I turned on my heel already seeing something else in front of me. Almost like I was experiencing some kind of vision and having some kind of out of body experience. It was in some kind of chamber, white all over and cold. It was bright compared to where I was locked up in, having me cringe a bit now to see that this place was bigger, bigger with too much space and too much space. One side of the wall had a shelf, having me see that my saber, my father's blaster, Chewie's weapon harness, and his crossbow blaster were being held there. They were confiscated, and it made me worry. I was frozen for a moment, not knowing what to do.

Was I pulled into this vision?

One of the main doors opened, having me turn over to the left to see none other than Ben walking into the quarters, looking out of it and almost like he just lost his own breath. Maybe he could see me, maybe he couldn't. I didn't move an inch now as He was now pacing around the room, his cape flowing behind him hanging heavy off his shoulders onto the floor, his gloved hands were making fists at his sides. But the one thing that got me was his face, mostly his eyes. They looked glazed off, almost off-center and confused.

Mostly, he looked lost.

I wasn't seen since he wasn't showing any sign that he knew I was in the room. Maybe this was my doing, going to find my brother and see where he was, but now I was scared to see Ben like his. The medium-sized scar on his face, over his cheek and eye, was visible against his pale skin and jet black hair. He stopped in front of something that was placed on a display mound. It was black, misshapen and broken all over now as I walked over, still going on with the assumption that he couldn't see me. His hands were on either side of the surface, peering down at what was on the top as I looked too.

It was a misshapen mask.

"Sir," a voice came overhead now, Ben snapping up and still staring at the mask, "We have the prisoner in our quarters on our secondary ship, about to board."

"Is she still alive?" Ben asked, his voice low and almost wavering with anger. I watched his face carefully, almost afraid if he was going to burst. Who was he talking about?

"As you ordered, sir." The voice replied, "General Pryde has her in a seclusion cell."

"Seclusion cell?" Ben asked, his voice raising slightly now, there was a pause in the air.

"His orders, sir. He finds her to be a tool to find the others who are with the scavenger," The voice informed him. Now I knew: they were talking about me and how they captured me. Why would Ben react like this? Ben gripped the edge sharply now, a tug was puling me to touch his cape at least. I raised both of my hands that were still confined, reach over to where his arm was and I rested my fingers there.

His anger was sensed all over, and the instinctual part of me wanted to stop that anger and pain he was feeling and try to soothe it instead. I knew there was darkness still there, but there was also light. A shift happened in him, I felt it and he might have felt it too. It was there, it was just a matter of finding how to help him see.

Once I touched his arm, he froze.

I felt like I broke the silence, but I wanted to keep my hand there. Ben was broken, I couldn't see all of the hate that used to be there some time ago when I realized he was alive. He was softer now, his senses were at least and they were puzzling too. I closed my eyes there, trying to find a way to send something soothing to my brother. I wanted him to feel it, to feel that I wanted my brother safe and sound. Ben was still the Ben I knew, and I wanted him back. More than anything.

I opened my eyes as he walked away, leaving there alone one more time now as he was walking over to the doors were he entered back moments before.

"If anything happens to her on that ship, whoever inflicts pain on her will answer to me personally," Ben said to the person on the speaker.

"Yes sir," The voice responded quickly as Ben left the room and I blinked, going back to the present where I was back in the seclusion chamber. It was somber now since I knew I was so close to my brother seeing him conflicted, and yet far away from my friends.

I sat down on the floor, once against engulfed with the cold of the room now as I was crossing my legs and placing my handcuffed hands in my lap. If there was another person that could try to connect with, it had to be Rey. I had to at least try to connect with her and have her sense that I was alive.

So I breathed out slowly, closing my eyes and started to channel her. it was like I was in my X-wing going with our light speed and finding the right spot and the spot Force sensations hat only belong to Rey. Searching through the Force that was all around me: within the walls, pushing farther out into the Destroyer itself, and then pausing even farther out into space. It was always a push, a crawl the was slowing getting harder and harder, almost giving me some kind of pain from not pushing hard enough. But I kept going, I kept searching for the Force waves that I knew only belonged to Rey.

"Rey…where are you Rey…" I said to myself now, small enough not to let anyone who was walking by hear me. But then, I felt a rhythm from her, it was small but I knew it was her. I pushed a bit harder, feeling the rhythm get bigger and bolder. I then threw my eyes open.

"Rey."

She was on a planet very close, and she was there with Finn, Poe, 3PO, and BB-8. It was soothing and a relief to see them there, all of them, okay and all of them alive. I could see her briefly, the planet was cold, beyond cold and there was snow falling, but I pushed to connect with her.

"Neyli…Neyli!"

"Rey…you 're okay!"

We were speaking to each other within our minds as I did with Ben a few times before. But her energy was almost shattered as if she went through some time of trauma.

"We thought of the worst! Where are you?"

"I'm safe…I'm on a destroyer."

"We'll find you Neyli."

"Let Poe know…"

"Neyli…I will."

I opened my eyes again, already thinking of a game plan in my head. If they were going to try and find me, it wasn't right for me to just stay in here and wait for them to come to me first. The adrenaline was rushing through me now as I got up from my spot on the floor, walking over to the locked door. There was a narrow hallway, other cells were seen but it seemed like I was the only prisoner there. I looked around, not hearing anything or anyone else close by.

I needed a Stormtrooper.

I looked back behind me, trying to find something that I could use to make some kind of noise. Along the walls, somewhere in the corner of the floor, anywhere as I then found that seemed to be small pieces of scrap metal that were pushed against the wall. I walked over, crouching down to grab the piece and then going back to the small opening that was there. With some small maneuvering, I got my two hands up to the level of the opening, throwing the scrape on the floor.

It banged, bouncing for a small moment as I retracted my hands. Moving away from the floor slightly, I could hear someone walking over, the clanking of the Stormtrooper uniform coming closer and close. I rolled my shoulders, making sure I knew what I was about to do and how I was going to get it done.

"What's going on down here?" It was a stormtrooper, and as soon as I saw him through the slanted opening, I held out one hand in front of me and focused. I did one small wave with my fingers right in front of his eyesight.

"You'll freeze right where you are."

The Stormtrooper froze his hand with the gun going slack as it hung at his side and he looked dead ahead. I was focusing all of my channeling of the Force right on telling him what to do and moving him in my favor.

"I'll freeze where I am." He repeated, monotone.

"You'll release me from this cell and these shackles," I commanded softly, seeing him walk over to tap a few buttons at the side of the door. I saw the door opened easily and he then walked inside to undo the shackles.

"I'll release you from the cell and these shackles," He repeated, my wrists finally being free and I twisted them around a few times, thinking fo what I needed to do next. There had to be another prisoner holding area, maybe Chewie was there since he was captured before I was.

"You'll take me to the Resistance prisoner," I explained with a wave of my hand, seeing him turn on his heels and start to walk.

"I'll take you to the Resistance prisoner," he parroted back, having me follow close by him. So far, so good, and at this rate, I had more of a chance to find Chewie and at least get the both of us to safety. I was more exposed now, and with no weapon on hand for me to have and use, I had to be beyond careful.

Being as quiet as I could, I followed closely behind my dazed Stormtrooper, going down a few hallways to the left and then to the right. There was no one else around, which could be a very good thing or a very very bad thing.

After a few more minutes, we made it another prisoner ward, these cells were a bit bigger now compared to where I was. As soon as we were in the main hallway and we made the turn in, two more Stormtroopers were there and they instantly saw me. It made me snap into action real quick. I moved out of the way from behind my Stormtrooper and I waved my hand in front of both of them.

"Go to sleep."

They both collapsed to the floor, having me hear the familiar growl and grumbling from Chewie.

"Chewie! Hang on, buddy!" I said in relief as I ran over and grabbed a blaster from one of the unconscious Stromtrooper. As soon as I held it though, I heard the first Stormtrooper that I had under my spell mutter.

"What happened—" without looking, I aimed the blast right behind me and shot the stormtrooper. He collapsed to the ground as I looked around each of the cells.

"Where are you?" I asked, hearing him on my left. I jogged over, seeing through the window he was there and I grinned at him. He grumbled at me.

"I know, we're busting out of here. Stand back," I said to him, seeing him shuffle back a bit as I aimed the blaster at the keypad on the right side. With one pull, the blaster opened the door and Chewie came out, in his cuffs. I placed the blaster under my arm and took the cuffs in my hands, tinkering it to open and get Chewie free. Chewie muttered.

"Rey and the others are close, I can feel it. They're coming for us," I explained, finally opening the cuffs with ease and having Chewie be free, "For now, let's find a way to get off this ship and get to the others."

Chewie nodded in agreement, the both of us now armed with blasters going back out to the main hallway now, aiming our blaster right in front of us in case something could happen. I had to think, think of a way to at least get to a hanger of some sort and then I can get us on a vehicle off of the ship. I wished I had my saber with me, I would have had a leg up and an advantage.

"Medallion's good…Clear for entrance into hanger 12…" I stopped for a brief moment placing my hand on the wall to support me because that voice threw me off. Hearing Poe's voice in my head, his real voice. How could I hear that from him since I never heard him speak in my head before? I wondered if he was close to Rey. I missed his voice, given where we were and how scared I was that I wasn't going to see him again, just hearing his alone was enough to have me keep going

Speaking of which.

"Hang on, Neyli. We're coming for you."

"The prisoners!" I snapped out of it as three stormtroopers saw us. We both split off and hid behind some beams as they started to fire at us. Chewie and I shot back, I got one instantly as Chewie got the second one down. The third one was clipped in the air, in which I ran down the hallway over to him and knocked him out with a smack of the grin across his helmet.

So far so good.

"Come on, Chewie," I said to him, hearing in run after me as we turned the corner and went down another hallway, trying as best as we can to stay alive. We were getting closer and closer to the hanger, going down further and farther in the belly of the ship.

We were approaching another intersection of hallways, we both ducked out of the hallway as two more stormtroopers were talking to each other.

"He's coming back. We need to be alert for the Resistance scum on the ship," One of them explained to the other, having em feel a small twinge of hope in my chest as they walked off. I looked behind me at Chewie.

"They must be on the ship," I said to him with hope in my voice, Chewie grumbled in agreement, looking up past me now as I looked back too. Another stormtrooper was aiming right at us now within a second. Chewie pushed me last against the wall and shot once, getting him square in the eye sand he fell over. I sighed, shocked by the instant death. I looked up slowly at Chewie.

"Thanks," I said in relief, seeing him nod and we both went on. dodging out fo sight at the right moments and then weaving closer. The closer we were getting, the hard it was for us to get somewhere safe and secure. We were taking a risk, but all of this was a risk, to begin with.

"An unmarked ship is in hanger 12. Find them!" I heard what seemed to be an officer bark out, having both of us freeze and re-think what we have to do and where to go.

"Where do we go from here, Chewie?" I asked, hearing him mutter a bit now as I looked over to the left, seeing no one there. I nod my head, thinking that too was a good idea. He was thinking we needed to find another way to get to the hanger, at least find a way to get there. We had to press on.

We were walking a bit faster now, hearing other stormtroopers marching to our left and right from other hallways and corridors, so we weren't in the clear just yet. We still had some time before we could at least get to any ship that we can get out of here from.

We tucked into another corner, ducking right out of the way just in time for an electrical stick. I dodged it right in time as Chewie took out another Stormtrooper within a second. I whirled and kicked the stormtrooper hard in the stomach, seeing him fall hard to the floor and roll out of the way from my seconds' attempt of a kick. Chewie was about to defend me when two more troopers were coming and he was now firing at them.

My trooper tried to stab me with the humming of the electricity at the end of the battering stick, but I dodged out of the way and slammed my foot on his arm to have it unarmed. He grunted as the stick fell out of his hands and I snagged it within the handle. There was one blast that was way too close to Chewie that made me cringe.

"Chewie!" I said in horror as I saw the trooper that shot the blast. He was down the other side of the hall, at least 40 feet away, in which I was afraid that I was about to lose Chewie before we got anywhere near success. I threw out my hand with The Force, seeing him fly back and slam against the hall and fall to the floor in a crumbling manner.

It was silent having me only hear the heavy breathing that I was producing, then the small movement below me from the stormtrooper. I saw him slowly get up, staggering a bit now as he was standing in front of me. If only he hadn't had his mask on so I could see what he looked like.

"Who are you?" He asked in a huff, my hold on the stick handle tightening now as I took out a deep breath.

"I'm a Jedi," I replied, rearing the stick back and whacking the trooper right cross the face hard with the stick. He fell to the ground in a heap, once again silence. I took in a deep breath, finally looking around the room for a brief moment. I locked my eyes on Chewie to see if he was okay, Chewie was looking at something else…or someone.

Down the hall, right in the middle of the hallway with a blaster drawn and a shocked look on his face, was Poe.

Finn was right behind him, his own blaster drawn too, but I was focused on Poe. His eyes were locked on me, his eyes were wide and almost in shock from seeing me alive and well. I didn't know if he was okay, I was beyond scared if something happened to them while I was stuck here for who knows how long.

"It took you long enough," I said in a groan as Poe threw his blaster in his holster on his thigh and he bolted over to me, Finn right behind him. Poe looked like he was on the verge of tears as he rang over and scooped me in his arms. The stick fell to the ground from my hand as I wrapped my arms around him and dug my head into his neck and shoulder.

"I'm so sorry," he said to me in a huff and with a wavy tone in his voice, "I thought you were long gone. We didn't know what happened, or where you went. I should have looked for you harder."

"I should have been more careful," I said to as I thought back to how I made it here and how it might have been foolish, "I thought I could help get Chewie, or help Rey but—"

"Hey," Poe said, pulling back to look at me. He pressed his lips over my own, holding it there and making me pulled away after a few moments, staring at him lovingly. Just looking at his face was home, the warmth in his eyes and how his hair was waved over from plenty of flying in the air. Since we met, since we spoke for the first time, and since we kissed under the Force Tree, he was home.

Poe was my home.

"I'm just glad you're alive and you're okay," he reassured me, cradling my face with his hands and being careful not to touch my sound with his fingers, "When Rey told me you were still alive...Neyli I was shocked and relieived. I don't know what I would have done if I lost you," I pressed my forehead, including my wound, against his and breathed him in, making sure I knew this was real and nothing was a trick.

"Hey, guys…" We both looked over, seeing Finn watch us now, "As much as this is great that we're back together, why don't we get out of here." I grinned at him, Chewie rumbling in agreement. Poe finally released me, standing next to me kissing the back of my hand now as I was giving him a look of concern.

"Where's Rey?" I asked them both.

"Off to find your stuff, and the dagger," Finn explained, having me nod as I reached down and grabbed one of the blasters on the floor. The four of us were huddled together when Poe pointed in the direction to where they were, "The Falcon's this way."

"They took the Falcon?" I asked in shock as I was following them down the hallway. Poe was leading the way with his blaster out and arm, followed by myself, Finn and Chewie.

"They grabbed it after we left in Ochi's ship," Poe explained to me as I grumbled.

"If they touch that thing.." I trailed off, hearing footsteps right in front of me. Stormtroopers turned the corner right in front of us, all of us firing and barreling them down one by one and pushing farther and further down the hallways. It felt like we were just not the cusp of getting to where we needed to go, and as Poe was going right into the middle of the larger intersection of hallways, Poe was shot right in the arm and he fell to the ground with a grunt on his lips.

"POE!" Finn said in fear.

Everything slowed down as we were shooting the troopers, having me see it all there at once and I instantly went with my gut. There was already the fear that he was long gone when I was captured, and now it was happening again. I slid down on my knees over to him, seeing Poe crutch over himself and grasp his arm in pain.

"Hey, hey you're okay," I reassured him as I grasped his warm, feeling him squint as Finn joined us and Chewie stood over us. Poe nodded his head at me before he looked past me and I looked too. We were surrounded now my Stormtroopers, at least 8 to 9 of them, guns out and loaded, and all around us as we were stuck right in the middle. I stayed close to Poe, still attached to his arm as he was blocking me with his other arm.

"Stop right there! Drop your weapons, now! Drop them!"

We all dropped out weapons and waited for one fo them to do something to us. Maybe now this was the worst-case scenario: we had no idea where Rey was, the First Order had the Millennium Falcon, and we still had no clue to get a hold of a Sith Wayfinder.

"Hey guys," Poe muttered aloud to the group.

"Shut up, Rebel Scum."

We were screwed.