Kylo Ren was now well enough to be moved from his hospital room to his normal suite. Though he still had his side bandaged, he was instructed to change the dressings- which he seldom did.

Today was a special day for Kylo- he was finally getting to meet with Supreme Leader Snoke again. He was dressed the best he's ever been dressed. He wore new black boots, new black leather gloves, crisp black pants with a nice shiny belt, and a dark grey overcoat layered by a large black shawl. Aside from his helmet, he was complete.

He sat, waiting for General Hux, in his room. Hux was to tell Kylo when Snoke was ready, as to not intrude or walk in at the wrong time. He sat there, staring at the tarnished helmet of the man and grandfather he so admired: Darth Vader.

"Grandfather," Kylo Ren started. "I am still searching."

Nothing.

"I can still feel it. Mother, uncle Luke, the girl- the Light side beckons me. I feel it when I close me eyes. I feel it when I look at myself in the mirror."

Nothing.

"But I finally did it. I got rid of Han Solo. Are you proud of me?"

Still no answer.

"Mother always said you'd be proud of me. But I still need your guidance. I will not fall. I will not become victim to the Light side. I will not bow down to letting my loved ones suffer as I stand by, watching. I will now bow down to disorder, to tyranny. Snoke says that embracing the Dark side yields great power- but I have yet to feel it."

Kylo Ren was growing angry. Not with Darth Vader for not answering his beckon call, but at himself for finally admitting what was troubling him. It took a lot of courage to finally talk to someone- or in this case, something- about what was going on in his head, and he expected to feel much better for it- but he instead still felt incomplete. The call to the Light was still looming over him. He pounded his left side, letting the pain flow through him. He breathed easier again.

"Help me, grandfather. Let your power influence me, and I promise to fulfill your legacy."

Kylo Ren finished his rant, feeling accomplished, but still empty. He did not feel enlightened, influenced. He couldn't feel the Dark side flowing through him. He needed someone to talk with, someone who would actually answer and give him advice, instead of blankly staring through him, like the decrepit mask did. That's why he had Snoke. To influence him. To arouse the Dark side of the Force.

Kylo Ren sit alone in his suite, embracing the lonely silence. He liked silence. He let it surround him, blocking everything else out. He focused on his thoughts, on his meeting with Snoke. What he wanted to talk about, what Snoke wanted to talk about.

"Good morning, Supreme Leader," he said aloud, practicing his greeting.

"You look well Supreme Leader," he tried. He shook his head, huffing.

That doesn't work, he thought.

"Supreme Leader," he paused, thinking of something witty to say. But humour wasn't his forte.

Han Solo was always good at jokes, he heard a voice inside his head say. It startled Kylo Ren. This voice was one that he'd never heard before. He gasped, eyes wide and heart racing.

"Stop," he hissed to the voice inside his head. And the voice ceased. He sighed, puting his face to his hands.

What was that? He thought. Who was that?

His thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. The person tried to open it, but it was locked. Kylo Ren had locked it to avoid unessesary intrusions.

"Ren," General Hux called from behind the locked door. "Open this door."

Not getting up from his chair, Kylo waved his hand at the door, using his Force abilities to his advantage. He turned in his chair to face Hux as he walked in. Hux stood there, hands folded in front of him, looking as though he was on official First Order business- which, in a way, he was. He raised his head and began to speak.

"Supreme Leader Snoke would like to see you now," he announced.

Kylo Ren smiled and nodded. "Thank you," he said, standing up and heading towards the door. "Let's go."

Hux nodded and followed Kylo out the door, the two of them looking menacing as they walked down the halls and corridors, dressed in black and glaring at anyone who looked at them the wrong way.

Luke Skywalker lay on his make-shift bed on the floor of Leia's room, tossing and turning. He was having one of his dreams again.

He was back in his A-Wing, four-year-old Kira Kenobi laying asleep in the seat beside him. He pulled the ship from light speed, the Rebel base on Endor coming into view.

"Commander Skywalker, requesting permission to land," Luke transmitted to the base. He waited for a reply.

"Commander Skywalker, permission granted," the person on the other end said back. "Welcome back, Luke."

Luke smiled. "Thanks. Tell Leia to meet me on the runway," he commanded.

"Yes sir," the person said, signing off.

Luke sighed. The sun was just rising on Endor, the trees casting long, eerie shadows across the tarmac. He only then realized that it was the next day. How could he have forgotten? He always remembered his students' birthdays.

It was Kira's fifth birthday.

Coming in low, Luke saw Leia as she walked out to meet him. He landed, and lifting Kira into his arms, hopped out of his ship. R2-D2 beeped a greeting to Leia, who was looking at Luke in suspicion. She raised an eyebrow.

"Who's the girl?" She asked, lowering her voice.

"We need to talk, Leia," Luke said, motioning for her to follow him to her office. They hurried down the hallways quietly, trying not to draw attention. It would have looked sketchy to see a grow man carrying an unknown girl in his arms. They got to Leia's office and locked the door.

"Luke, what's going on?" Leia asked worriedly. "Who's this?" She asked, pointing at Kira, who Luke was laying in a chair by the wall.

"It's Ben," Luke answered, staring at Kira as she lay asleep in the chair.

"What about Ben?" Leia said quizzically.

"I'm sorry Leia," Luke began. "He did it."

Leia looked at him, scared for what she was about to ask. "Did what?"

Luke's face screwed up in anguish. "He killed them. All of them. All of my students." He put his face in his hands. Leia's eyes widened in disbelief.

"No, not Ben. He's a good boy," Leia told herself. She was in denial. Her Ben couldn't do something that evil. Could he?

"I'm sorry Leia," Luke said again. "I don't know what happened to him."

"Snoke," Leia said quietly under her breath.

"What?" Luke said, looking up at her.

"It was Snoke," she repeated, louder so Luke could hear her but quiet enough that no one else would. "Ben was always drawn to Snoke." She looked to the floor. "I never thought it would amount to anything, though."

"No, no one did," Luke assured his sister. "No one ever expected something like this."

They grew quiet. Kira started to stir. Her head tossed and turned, but her eyes didn't open. Leia looked at Luke again, then pointed to Kira.

"What about her?" She asked.

"The only survivor," Luke said, smiling sadly.

"What's her name?" Leia asked, getting up and walking over to her. Luke stuck his hand in front of his sister.

"Leave her," Luke demanded. "Her memory's been wiped." He instead got up, walking over to Kira and, holding a hand over her head, pushed her back into a deep sleep. He sighed in relief.

"She's Kira Kenobi."

Leia's eyes widened once again. "Kenobi? As in Obi-Wan Kenobi?"

"Yes," Luke started. "His granddaughter."

Luke was sucked from his dream by a thud. He sat up, bleary eyed, to see his sister, once again, walking through her office.

"Sorry," Leia said.

Luke shook his head and smiled. "No, it's fine. I can't sleep anyways."

"We can get you stuff for that, you know," Leia suggested, shrugging.

Luke shook his head again. "It's not like that."

Leia nodded knowingly.

"So how's, uh, Rey?" Luke asked.

"She's woken up and gone back to sleep," Leia said.

"Do they know what's wrong with her?" He asked again.

"Finn does," Leia answered. "You want info, you should talk to him." She finished with a sly smile.

Luke stood up and headed towards the door. "Where would I find him?"

"Probably in Rey's room," Leia said. "Dark skinned, short hair, probably limping, just so you know."

"Thanks," Luke said, heading out the door and down the hall. He had no idea how big the base was, how far it extended underground, and definitely where he was going. He stopped in the middle of the hall and just stood there, looking lost and confused- which he was.

Luke was just minding his own business when a pilot, wearing the traditional flight suit that Luke was farmiliar with, nearly knocked him over.

"Oomf!" Luke groaned. The pilot turned around, looking horrified.

"I'm so sorry sir," he boasted. Coming up behind him was an orange and white BB unit- one of a kind.

BB-8.

The pilot who'd ran into Luke was Poe Dameron. Poe stared at Luke, star struck.

"Oh, God, you're- you're-"

"Yes, I am," Luke finished for him, chuckling. He took a step back and extended his arms in a sort of bowing gesture. "Luke Skywalker. In the flesh."

Poe was astonished that he was in the presence of one of the greatest pilots ever- and that he had nearly plowed him over. He was incredibly embarrassed. His face was flushed pink.

"Commander Poe Dameron, at your service," Poe said, bowing awkwardly. "I'm so sorry, sir," he appologized, stepping away nervously. "Is there any way I can make it up to you?"

Luke was flattered by Poe's kindness, and a little intimidated that he was seen as such an important figure. Luke thought over Poe's offer.

"Well, since you're offering, Poe," Luke began, "I need to know how to get to the medical ward."

"Yes, sir," Poe replied, "follow me sir."

Poe lead Luke down some halls, then down some stairs, then down some more halls. BB-8 came up the rear, making sure Poe didn't lose Luke, or vice-versa. Finally, they arrived at a set of large doors with the words MEDICAL WARD written across them.

"Here we are sir," Poe said, opening the door and extending his hand graciously for Luke. "Do you know where you're going from here?"

"No," Luke answered. "I don't suppose you know where a girl Rey is, do you?" He asked, not knowing whether or not Poe would know, but figuring it was worth asking. Poe smiled.

"I do, actually! Follow me again," Poe instructed as they walked once again down the hall.

"I knew your parents," Luke stated, filling the awkward silence, trying to start a conversation.

"My parents?" Poe asked suspuciously. He hadn't seen his parents in years- and didn't want to think about them.

"Yes," Luke answered. "Kes Dameron, Shara Bey?"

"Mhmm," Poe mumbled. He couldn't ignore the lump in his throat that was growing. He didn't want to continue with this conversation. Luckily, Rey's room was just ahead. He came to a halt outside her room.

"Here we are, sir," Poe said, standing outside a door that had a name tag with the name "Rey" written on it, just like Finn's room had.

Luke smiled thankfully. "Thank you, Poe Dameron."

Poe saluted Luke just like he did any other higher rank. Luke was once again flattered by Poe. He blushed.

"Please," he put his hand out in protest. "I haven't been saluted in years, and don't plan on starting again anytime soon."

Poe shrugged. Alright then, he thought. What ever floats your boat. He nodded to Luke before making his way back down the hall towards the exit, followed by BB-8.

Anxiously, Luke pushed the door open, only to be temporarily blinded by the bright lights, as Finn had been. Quickly regaining his eyesight, he walked in, taking in the breathtaking sight of the gigantic window that everyone seemed to be astonished by. It really was a beautiful view. He looked around to find a man- Finn, but he didn't know that then- sitting in a chair beside Rey's bed, where she lay still attached to her many machines, sleeping. Finn had his back turned to Luke and hadn't seen him walk in.

"Are- are you Finn?" Luke Skywalker asked him. Dark skin, short hair, looked like the description Leia had given him.

Finn nearly fell out of his seat, for he was so startled when Luke spoke up. Groggily, Finn turned to face Luke. His eyes widened upon seeing who was standing in the room.

"Are- are you Luke Skywalker?" Finn asked nervously. Luke smiled.

"Yes, I am."

Delighted, Finn stood up and limped his way over to Luke, where they properly greeter one another, shaking hands.

"I'm Finn," he answered. Luke smiled.

"Rey's told me quite a bit about you. She was so happy to finally get back to see you," Luke said before he remembered why he was there, in Rey's hospital room.

"How is Rey?" Luke asked. Finn shuffled back to his chair.

"The nurses said it was a combination of extreme dehydration, starvation, and exhaustion. And a sprained ankle."

Luke cast his gaze to the floor, he couldn't help but feel guilty. This is probably my fault, he thought. And, partially, it was.

But, partially, it wasn't. Rey was so used to not having food or water to spare on Jakku and had so much on her mind lately that she'd forgotten to eat or drink. She was used to her stomach growling, her mouth being try. Even then, though, she eventually got something to eat. She was new to the concept that people around here could drink or eat at will, without having to risk an arm and a leg for it. And having the worrying thought of finding Luke Skywalker on her mind placed her under even more pressure. Even so recent as her last night on Jakku, she found herself unable to sleep. She'd had problems with getting to sleep all the time, but her last night was different.

"You can sit with her if you want," Finn suggested, smiling. "I haven't left since last night, but I could use a bathroom break."

Luke nodded. "Alright, if you insist."

With that, Finn picked himself up from his chair and journeyed out to find a washroom. Taking his place, Luke sat at Rey's bedside. How happy he was to finally see her again, but deterred that it had to be like this.

"What happened to you?" He asked, though not expecting a reply. He sighed, looking all of the machines that she was hooked up to. Atleast she'd been taken off a few since she woke up.

Why Jakku? Luke asked himself. Why Unkar Plutt? Why a scavenger? Why has this happened?

Luke had chosen that path for her when he chose to place her on Jakku. He knew how self-sufficient she was, how she could put up a fight- and win. She was resilient and tough- yet how did she end up like this?

Attached to machines?

Unable to eat or drink on her own when she'd been so used to fending for herself? And being so good at it? Even with her modest supplies and tools on Jakku, she had managed to carve a life out for herself. A rough, starving life, but albeit a good one. It was the only life she knew, all of her memories existed out of Jakku.

Luke wanted to tell her right away who she really was, where she was from, who her family is- was. But he couldn't. Not now, at least.

Luke wanted to do something good for Rey. He knew the Force could heal in small ways. His limited training only allowed him to be able to heal small injuries, which was something he was good at. He had to be, because he had no doctor or medical care on Ahch-To.

Feeling confidant, Luke slid the chair down to the foot of Rey's bed, where her sprained ankle rest stacked up on a few pillows. He rubbed his hands together nervously before hovering them over the bandages that were bound around her foot. Channeling the energy to his fingers, he lay them against the thick bandages. Sharp and clear inside his head, he saw an image of bone fusing to bone. He sighed in relief. He hoped that his Force-mending would help.

Suddenly, Luke saw something out of the corner of his eye. He looked up at Rey, who was starting to stir again. He watched as her head tossed and turned but her eyes didn't open.

I can't face her, Luke thought. Not now.

Knowing he had to act fast, maybe some of those Jedi reflexes, Luke was quick to jump out of his chair and scurry out of Rey's room, nearly knocking into Finn, mirroring how Poe had knocked into him.

"So quick to leave?" Finn asked curiously. Luke turned to Finn and opened his mouth as if to say something, but quickly closed it, turning around and racing down the hall, vanishing from sight.

This is the first time I've addressed my readers personally. I hope you like the story so far! Please, feel free to review and critique. Tell me if it's going to fast (I don't think that, though) or too slow. I want this to appeal as much to you as it does to me! Thank you!

~MEH~