Ben stood naked as the freezing water hit his skin. The temperature didn't bother him as much as the weak water pressure or the squeal of the ship's old pipes that ran to the small shower. He thought about the previous owner's stature, since it was clearly less than his own, given the height of the faucet head that barely reached up to his shoulders. He could easily see over the door at his height. He noticed a mirror that was fixed to the wall over the vanity across the room. Illuminated by a small white light above him, he the saw his reflected face, dirty and oily from the past few days of action. He saw the dark bags under his eyes, formed from the emotional ride since the duel on Starkiller Base. He ran his finger down the scar. These were all things that reminded him of Kylo Ren.

"You don't exist anymore." He thought, closing his eyes, not wishing to stare at the tyrant he saw in the mirror. He ducked his head down under under the, letting his face voluminous hair soak and quickly grabbed an old rag hanging on one of the pipes. The tender skin of his scar stung as he rigorously scrubbed away the old dirt and grime. He stood through the pain, hoping that in some small way he'd wash away the reminders of Ren, but knew that he would have to bare the scar for a lifetime. He thought about Rey and how she'd done this with the swift stroke of the lightsaber. In that moment, he realized that if she hadn't done so, then he may not be here with her now. He contemplated how things could have played out differently. He finally concluded that this scar wasn't just a reminder of his dark past.

"A symbol of her saving my life. She did it to him. Not to me." He thought, finding himself smiling again and letting his anger and hate of Kylo subside to his happiness and admiration for Rey and all she had done for him.

"We're coming out of Hyperspace now." Rey's muffled voice called through the old intercom system as the ship shook for a moment while they dropped out of lightspeed. "I'll need you up here once we start our descent."

Ben shut the water off and grabbed the small, thin blue towel he'd hanged over the shower door, beginning to dry himself. He wrapped the it around himself, barely reaching it around his waist, and stepped out of the shower tube. He looked over to his old clothes that were strewn over the cheaply constructed vanity. He put on his undershorts and trousers, then held up and stared the heavy black overcoat he'd hastily tossed on back before their escape.

"No…" He shook his head. The dark clothes were just another reminder. His old threads wouldn't do for him. Ben's eyes darted around the small, poorly maintained room. The metal walls had begun to rust and dirt gathered in every corner. Next to the shower tube was an old, battered locker that may contain something the old owner wore. He began toward it, briefly wondering if there would be anything in there that would fit over him. Still, anything was better than the heavy dark clothes he'd arrived in. He approached, opening the twin doors, revealing just what he was looking for, albeit not in the quantity he would have wanted to choose from. He scanned the few articles of clothing in front of him. He reached ahead to grab the one piece that was hanging between a heavy brown cold-weather jacket and an old, torn red bathrobe. Ben pulled out and examined simple gray long-sleeved light shirt.

"Of course." Just as he'd predicted, it was a couple of sizes smaller than his usual fit. so he pulled it over his head. The shirt clung tight to his chest, barely reaching to his waist and leaving a few centimeters of his wrists bare.

"It'll have to do." He thought, walking back to the mirror. He slid his fingers through his damp hair, slicking it back over his head and behind his ears, trying to get it as smooth as he could without any of his usual cosmetic supplies. He brought his face close to the mirror to inspect his work and noticed patches hair beginning to grow on his chin and upper lip. Ben opened a drawer, hoping to find a small blade to smooth his skin back down, but found nothing aside from an old wrench and a holo-cylinder. He grabbed the tiny device to see what may be stored on it.

"Hopefully something to help fix up this blasted old ship." He thought before he activated it. Instead, he saw only a dated magazine cover featuring a scantily-clad Zeltron woman. For a moment his eyes widened as he stared at the curvy, blue-haired alien. He'd not seen such a publication since he was a young boy sneaking around his parents' personal belongings while they were away.

"Ben," He heard Rey's voice behind him, prompting him to let out a surprised gasp and drop the device to the floor. He quickly spun around to explain himself, but found no one else in the room. "I need you here now." Her voice continued. He sighed in relief as he realized that she was still speaking through the intercom.

"On my way!" He shouted back before starting to walk toward the door, but stopping almost immediately. He looked to the floor and knelt down to retrieve the holo-magazine. He wanted to peer further into the publication, but his curiosity would have to wait.

"Later..." Ben thought to himself as he put it far in the back of the drawer before finally leaving the room. He marched toward the cockpit, passing under the cables and electronic panels precariously fastened to the ceiling. At the sides of the corridor were bulk storage compartments, barren of anything but dust and old rubbish. The floor had dirt down the middle of it, gathered from years of foot traffic. As he stood in front of the door to the cockpit, it slid open slowly, jamming halfway. He tried to shove it the rest of the way, but it would not budge. Instead, he simply shoved himself through the small opening, stumbling in the process. He grabbed the copilot's seat to catch his footing.

"Door's broken." Rey said casually, not looking away from the sight ahead of her.

"You don't s-" Ben started to reply, stopping as he looked ahead to the beautiful moon in front of them. He took his seat and stared at the mostly forested surface, which shined a vibrant mix of red and orange, broken only by some large blue lakes.

"Magnificent." He said quietly to himself.

Rey heard his comment and smiled at his awe of the beauty. It reminded her of her own shock when she first witnessed the vast green forests of Takodana just a few days before.

"It is beautiful, Ben." She replied. "I've scanned the surface. We're coming up on a landing area." She pointed to a small natural clearing at the edge of the lake they soared high above. "Activate the shields and keep an eye on the power cells." He complied, flipping a blue switch at the co-pilot's console as she began to angle the ship's trajectory toward their destination. "I don't know how easily this blasted hunk of metal will hold up through this landing."

"It looked good from the outside." Ben replied as the air ahead of them began to glow with bright fiery colours while they penetrated the atmosphere. The cabin shook vigorously, growing more violent as they continued. Rey held the control stick as steady as she could, focusing on the land that grew closer and closer.

"No! We're too steep!" she shouted. In front of her she saw as sparks began to flood out of the stability control panel.

"Ben!"

"Switching to secondaries!" He said frantically, quickly leaning over in front of her and flipping some switches before the sparks finally stopped. "You did say you're a pilot, right?" she heard him ask as he pulled himself back to his seat to maintain the shields.

"My whole life." She assured him as the fires ahead of them gave way to a clear view of the rapidly approaching surface.

"Just never landed from space before."

His eyes darted back to her again. The ship continued to shudder as red emergency lights began to flash around the control panels. She began to panic, unsure if she would be able to land what was left of the old freighter. Her breath grew quick as adrenaline filled her. The shrieking of the alarms and sounds of the ship's hull creaking filled the cockpit.

"We're… we're still too…" she tried to warn Ben of her failure to level out their descent, unable to get her words out.

"Rey!" Ben's voice pierced through the surrounding calamity. She turned her frightened gaze to him, his face unafraid. "We can do this." he said calmly.

"I can't… We're still-"

"We can do this" he repeated, slowly extending his arm and reaching his hand toward the front of the ship. "Just keep us straight."

She didn't understand. Looking ahead to the ground only a few hundred meters away, she was sure that keeping them straight at their speed and angle would lead to their demise. Suddenly, she felt the violent shaking begin to soothe. The front of the ship started to slowly raise itself without her hands moving the control.

"What's happ-" She started to ask before noticing Ben's arm ahead of him, his eyes closed as he concentrated.

'The Force…' Rey thought as their trajectory finally balanced itself.

'The Force…' She closed her eyes.

'The…' She let in a deep breath, pacifying her fear.

She heard Ben groan as he tried to maintain his strength and composure.

"Just hold us for a few more seconds." She said to him as she deployed the landers. "We can do this." She assured him.

"One hundred meters." She called on their final approach.

"Seventy meters."

"Fifty!"

"We're almost-" She was cut off as they hit the surface, jerking them out of their seats and onto the floor. The freighter skidded through the dirt as the landers gave way. They finally slowed from the friction and came to a halt. Rey lied on the floor for a moment, disoriented from the landing. She began to lift herself up to her hands and knees, seeing smoke begin to fill the cockpit. A bright red and orange glow began to shine over her.

'Fire!' She thought, quickly looking to find Ben unconscious against the wall.

"Ben!" She yelled, bringing herself to his side. "Ben, get up! We need to get out of here!" She placed her hand on his shoulder and looked to his face in fear for his life. At her touch, though, he let in a heavy breath as his eyes sprung open. He looked back to her relieved eyes.

"Rey."

"Come on, we need to get the fire under control." She sputtered as she shot up to her feet, but quickly collapsing back to the floor with a scream of agony. Ben reoriented himself, catching her as she fell.

"What?! Where do you…" He asked frantically.

"My ankle!" she shouted. He looked down to see her foot bent slightly out of place. For a second he thought about reaching to adjust it, but stopped himself before even attempting. With her already in his arms, he gripped her tightly, bringing him to his own two feet.

"I'll get you out of here. Where's the fire?"

"Here in the cockpit." She replied swiftly. "We need to…" She stopped as they both looked around the cockpit, seeing only a light layer of smoke, but no fire. Rey quickly realized the true nature of the glowing orange lights.

"The trees." She spoke softly as the light reflecting off of the bright orange and red trees continued to fill the area around them. Ben looked down to her, cradled in his arms. He began toward the door, which miraculously found it's way completely open during the crash landing. With the entry ramp blocked below them, they proceeded to one of the empty cargo holds. Ben kicked down one of the weakened wall panels inside, revealing the moon's surface directly to them. He stepped slowly to the ground, making sure not to jostle the injured woman in his arms. He stood outside of the wrecked ship while they looked to the nature around them. The grass below them matched the beautiful foliage above. He turned his head, then the rest of his body to show Rey the lake they'd landed just meters away from.

"Ben," He heard her voice. "We did it."