Rey had sensed something was wrong right after she had sent the transmission to D'Qar. By the time Luke was in the cockpit, she had turned around and was almost out of the system. "I'm sure it's nothing," Luke had said.

Funny. Rey would have thought being alone in a Jedi temple surrounded by the Force for fifteen years would have made you stronger with it.

A hum that had been there so long Rey had forgotten about it went silent. All the lights shut off. Rey wasn't a very experienced Jedi yet, but she could sense the dread coursing through Luke and felt it reflected in herself. She pressed a few buttons, the windshield wipers and such, confirming what she already knew: the controls had been overridden. Someone had locked onto them. And Rey had a pretty good idea of who it was. "The First Order," she said as two TIE fighters with tow cables dragged them to a dark green planet.

"My nephew's on that planet," Luke announced. "He's gotten stronger."

Rey blinked. "Your nephew? Who – oh, Ren? I would expect he'd be weaker since I last saw him."

"What happened last time you saw him?" Luke asked, looking curious and slightly amused.

"Quite a large fight," she replied. They had entered the atmosphere and a marshy area was visible. "I won," she added. "I got that lightsaber for you."

"He had it?"

"No. Said it was his, though. Ignored the fact that you were still alive and it was your father's and all that."

Luke stiffened a bit. "Thank you for stopping him, then. He's still much stronger than last time I saw him, though. He must have completed his training with Snoke."

Rey was about to ask about Snoke, seeing as everyone seemed to know who he was but her, when they hit the ground in front of a large building.

"So, what do we do now?" Rey asked. "Sit around and wait for them to find us?"

Luke smiled. "I like the way you think. I'd swear you were Han Solo's daughter if he and Leia were still together. How is he, anyway? I've missed him."

"We all have. Kylo Ren killed him," said Rey, her voice quiet. She might not have heard herself if the ship was on. Speaking of which, she had work to do. "I'm going to go see if I can't get this piece of garbage off the ground."

As Rey fussed with some wires above the copilot's seat, Luke shook his head. "I should have expected it. Snoke's twisted that boy's brain around until he can't tell right from wrong. He-" Luke stopped abruptly and turned towards the doorway. Rey sensed a presence, but she couldn't tell who it was.

"Well," Luke said. "It looks like I'll get to see just how strong my nephew is."

Right on cue, Kylo Ren stormed into the cabin. In the dim emergency lights, his scar stood out like the unfortunately located tear in Rey's old tunic, which we will not speak of any further.

"I see you've returned, Uncle," he said, eerily calm.

"Indeed I have. How's your father?" Luke retorted. Rey laughed to herself about how friendly he seemed, knowing inside he was boiling.

Ren seemed a bit taken aback by the response, but he recovered quickly. "Would you like to meet him?" He grabbed for his lightsaber, but Luke, quick as lightning, lunged, extending his saber in the process. He missed entirely. Kylo Ren laughed.

"You've grown weak, Uncle! I've missed practicing with you. It was nice to have a trainer who could hold his own. But do you know what happens to a trainee who's not good enough?"

"He's not a child," Rey muttered, catching Ren's attention.

"Then who is?" he asked, advancing. "You?"

"You," Rey growled. She imagined all the boxes full of spare parts and heavy manuals and tried to send them flying towards her enemy.

Nothing moved. She was doomed.

"You're not any stronger either, are you? You should have been training."

Rey thought back to the battle at Starkiller Base. I can teach you the ways of the Force! Just like she had then, she drew strength from the reminder. Something in her brain shifted. She expected dozens of metal doodads to come help her with Ren, but all that rose was a measly little ball.

Really? she thought. I'm battling my worst enemy, and all I get is a flying toy? Well, better than nothing. She willed it to come towards her, but it seemed to have a mind of its own. It stayed where it was for a full five seconds, then barreled into Kylo Ren at full speed. Without warning, it shot out mini blaster bolts that kept zapping him.

"One of – ow! – these? You don't have – ow! – a better defense than that? This is just – ow! – for training!" he taunted, though it didn't have much effect when dotted with ows. Behind him, Luke grinned.

"If there's one thing you could use, nephew, it's training."

Almost in slow motion, Rey watched him jump at his nephew. This time, the lightsaber almost found its mark. It whirled toward Kylo Ren's torso, and reflexively, he raised his hand to deflect it. He let loose a guttural roar, and Rey watched in horror as a gloved hand, cut at the wrist, rolled to a stop on the floor.