Dara felt him. She hadn't felt that mind since she had been a very young girl, wide eyed and terrified, as her brother slaughtered the other padawans and ran away. He had spared his sister. He couldn't bear looking into her eyes, and putting a lightsabre through her. She had been a scared little girl then. But she was a pissed off woman now, with the biggest force-sensitivity in the galaxy. She was storming through the enemy forces, cutting them down, like they were of little consequence. Anyone who was too close to her fainted from the sheer force she was exuding. She didn't really need to pay attention to where she was going, she was using the Force to pull herself towards him, searching him out with her mind. The enemy base was huge and complex, but the Resistance would annihilate them. She went up a couple of levels, her anger and dread boiling over. The lights flickered under the sheer force of her power. She was so close. She could almost taste the darker force of her brother. A flavour of force she hadn't felt in so long.
"BEN!" she screamed. Her own voice scared her. She sounded hysterical, insane, murderous. She wondered in slight abject horror at what her brother would look like now. He had always kept his hair longer than the other boys. He had dark hair, unlike Dara, who had turned white at a very young age due to her power. Would he be tall and willowish like her. Was he pale, or was he that bit darker like her? Would he still have any hint of the friendly loving eyes she had seen so long ago? Would he still have that same toothy grin he did when he was a kid? Dara didn't suppose this was a time to be smiling.
A large open room opened up before her. It was empty save for a lone darkly-clad figure. Hooded, as she was. Tall, as she was. He was a little bit bulkier than she was, but Dara thought she could take him.
"Ben. Look at me." she said. She saw his shoulders hunch a little at his name. She remembered countless times calling out his name as a child, asking for help, playing games, fighting with him, having nightmares about him. He turned and faced her. He wore a stupid mask and she couldn't see his face.
"Dara." That wasn't his voice. Dara walked closer, her fist clenched tightly on her lightsabre, which lay dormant in her hand.
"Look into my eyes, you coward. Let me see your face!" Ben made no move. His fist was clenched tightly on his own lightsabre. He was a coward. He wouldn't even let her see his face. He wouldn't meet her on equal grounds. She clenched her teeth, and felt a surge in the force around her.
"Ben. Please." With a trembling hand, Ben put a hand up to his mask, and took it away, revealing a handsome face. Her brother. Her brother, who had been so protective of her. Who had loved terrible Cantina music. Who wore terrible plaid shirts, and had buck teeth for a while. He had a smooth, unfeeling face, now. A prominent nose, and darker eyes than hers. His hair was still longer than most men's. Still dark and beautiful. He was blessed with excellent genes, and a terrible mind.
"Why. Why did you have to kill our dad?" Ben's eyes closed for a second. He wouldn't speak. Either that or he couldn't speak. He hadn't been a very brave child. "Don't you remember how he used to carry us on his shoulders when we were kids. How he'd tuck us into bed, and tell us stories about the time he was a smuggler when mom wasn't around? How every Sunday, he'd bring us out in his ship, and fly us around different parts of the planets we were on? How'd he'd play our games with us, and be just as much of a child as we were. How he used to call you Benny. Didn't any of that matter?" Ben still didn't speak, but his face was showing emotion now. Remorse, guilt, anger, sorrow. "He loved you."
"I loved him too!" Ben finally shouted. He dropped his helmet.
"You murdered our father." Ben stopped looking at her for a time. When he resumed his gaze, he was cold and hating again.
"You understand nothing. You have no idea what I'm doing."
"Fuck, Ben. There isn't a person in the Galaxy knows what you're doing." Ben rolled his eyes, just like he used to do when he was younger.
"We both know why you're here." The red blade of his lightsabre ignited, with a sinister crackle, the crossguard coming as a surprise. This was a very poorly made blade.
"Mom sends her love. She wants you to come home." Dara said, blankly as she engaged her own lightsabre. Hers was far superior. She felt Ben trying to batter against her mind with the force. A fruitless effort.
"You should know better." She pushed against him with the force she held contained within her, knocking him back a few steps and giving him a nosebleed, the lights flickered and going out. Only the red flickering light of Ben's lightsabre and Dara's steady green blades illuminated the room.
"Are you going to kill me, sister?" Ben asked viciously. Dara twirled her lightsabre and engaged, fighting him with a strong front. Dara may have been more athletic, and possibly more skilled than him, but he matched her blow for blow. "Haven't you ever wondered why?"
"Oh gee. Never have I ever wondered why my most beloved twin brother WENT TO THE DARK SIDE!" She heaved against him, and he staggered back a few steps.
"SOMEONE NEEDS TO STOP HIM!" Ben roared. Dara pretended she didn't care what he said. But of course she did. What did he mean? Dara wouldn't give him the satisfaction of asking. "Snoake. Someone needs to stop him. I can only kill him by getting close."
"You've done a marvellous job, and murdered thousands along the way." Dara could hear blaster sounds from behind them. Ben batted her lightsabre away and did a flip backwards aided by the force to put distance between them. His helmet zoomed into his hand.
"Don't give up on me." Ben said, a sad look on his face. He turned and ran, and Dara let him go. She shouted a curse at the top of her lungs. She turned to face the troops incoming, but found them to be resistance, with Rey leading them in, Finn a ways behind.
"He got away." she said before they could ask. Her heart wasn't in revenge right now. Dara didn't understand her brother. But at the end of the day he had killed her father. She needed this day to be over. With a jolt she remembered Poe. She pushed her mind out, searching for him. It was like spotting him in a crowded room. She found him instantly. He was okay. He was still in battle, but he would be okay. And he loved her. She couldn't win them all, but she could win this one, at least. She stared off at the door into which her brother had disappeared. Would it be another ten years before she saw him again? She missed him terribly, despite herself, and she felt truly mournful.