Rey looked away from Master Skywalker.

"So, you left Dagobah, then?"

He had just told her about his own experiences with Force visions. His trainer, Master Yoda, had not wanted him to leave to help General Organa or Han Solo when he had visions of their pain. Not that that had stopped him though.

"Yes." He sighed. "I left."

Rey cleared her throat. "But, you saved them, right?" because they had all survived…

"No," Master Skywalker almost laughed. "No, I did not save them. By the time I got there, they had all left Cloud City. Leia had escaped with Chewie and the droids, and Han-" He still choked on his friends name. "Han had been taken to Tatooine, in carbonite. The only one waiting for me there was… Vader. Did I ever tell you how I lost that saber?"

"Yes. Vader cut of your hand and it- was that in Cloud City?" Rey asked, realizing where this was going.

"Yes. Right after he told me he was my father."

Rey nodded, which surprised her Master. That wasn't exactly common knowledge. At least, not when he left…

"So, did you need to know that?" she asked. He blinked, not sure what she meant. She clarified. "I mean, did you need to know he was your father? Could you have turned him to the Light if you didn't?"

The Jedi thought about it. Vader had known about their relationship, and if he had told him later, then maybe things would have turned out the same. No, a little voice told him. You were mad and shocked when you found out. That would have been worse if you had been fully trained. What would you have done? Shut off your emotions and just killed him? The Emperor had said that would turn him to the Dark Side, but perhaps not.

"Master?" Rey prompted.

"I don't know." He muttered. That was the problem with 'what ifs?' there was never any way to know.

The two felt a stirring in the Force. They turned, and Luke saw a face he hadn't seen in a long time.

"Master Obi Wan!" he smiled.

Rey's eyes where very wide. Luke remembered she had not seen a Force Ghost before.

"Rey, this is my old Jedi Master, Obi Wan Kenobi."

"Hello." She said, still in shock.

"Hello Child." The Blue figure said, motion for them both to sit.

"Luke." He said first. "Many years ago, I told you about your father. That he had become Lord Vader. Now, I need to tell you why." He took a breath. "I need to tell you about your Mother."

"My Mother?" Luke asked, surprised. He had often thought of her. Leia had shared the one memory of her she had, a lovely face with dark hair. He remembered the emotions of that moment. So much love, but so much sadness. He hoped his mother had held him like that as well, that he just didn't remember.

Rey wondered if she should give the two some privacy.

"Yes. You see, when I was a Padawan, my Master and I where tasked with protecting a Queen. Queen Amidala of Naboo, specifically. She was a very young girl at the time, the second youngest ever elected, if I remember correctly. That was about the time my Master and I found your father and brought him to the Jedi Temple. Several years later, I was tasked with protecting her again, this time as a Senator, with my Padawan, Anakin Skywalker."

Luke had a feeling he knew where this was going.

"They fell in love, and married in secret. It was against the old Jedi Code."

I knew it, Luke sighed silently. "But, was my Mother- this Senator Amidala, was she evil?" that didn't match the one scene he and his sister remembered of her.

Rey was stongly considering leaving the two to themselves. The probably wouldn't notice if she left...

"No, No of course not." Obi Wan smiled sadly. "She was very good. You remind me of her, so desperate to do the right thing, to see the light in everyone. No, she was the best thing in Anakin's life- that was the problem. He started having Force Visions of her dying in childbirth. The Emperor told him that by harnessing the Dark Side, he could save her. He… He killed all the Jedi that day. We fought, and he became angry at your mother… He hurt her with the Force. I attacked. I admit, beside your Father, Padme was the best thing in my life as well, I took her away, and she gave birth to you and Leia. Then, she… passed into the Force."

Luke nodded.

"So now you know why Yoda and I wanted you to ignore the Force Visions."

Rey looked up, addressing the ghost. "And that's also why you want me to ignore mine?" The girl was nothing if not direct, Luke thought.

Master Kenobi looked off into the distance. "Maybe. Maybe not. Luke is right, we will never know what would have been. All is as the Force wills it."

"So, we should just go along with every vision we get?" Luke asked, skeptical. That was exactly how he had lost his nephew.

"No, No. The Force is all about balance. Push and Pull. Trust in the Force, but trust in yourself as well. The Force gives us Life, and the Force gives us Free Will. We must use both."

"But how to decide when to push and when to pull." Luke mused. Both men nodded philosophically.

Rey spoke up again. "Well, it goes both ways, doesn't it?"

The two looked at her, as if remembering she was there.

Rey blushed. "Trust, it goes both ways, right? We have to trust in the Force, and the Force trusts in us."

"This youngling is very wise." Kenobi said.

"Yes." Master Skywalker agreed. "Rey, get your things packed and prepare the ship. We're leaving."

Rey nodded and stood. The two other Jedi, one Living and the other long gone, waited until she had disappeared behind the trees.

"She is wise, isn't she?" Luke asked, letting a bit of pride slip into his voice.

"As her father before her." Obi Wan nodded.

"And her mother." Luke said, looking at his old master significantly.

"Yes. But, are you sure about following her vision?"

"I don't know. I trust her, though. Her, and Leia."

"And the Force?" Obi Wan prompted.

"Of course." Obi Wan nodded and vanished. Luke stood, and mused as he walked back to his home. He was heading to her grave, to his apprentice, to his sister, to his mother.

"Do you trust her?" a phantom voice asked.

"With my life."

Finn headed out of the MedBay- always the first thing set up whenever the Resistance moved- hoping to find the General. To his surprise, she was heading toward him.

"I see you've recovered. You wake up faster every time." She said wryly.

Finn laughed awkwardly. "Uh, yeah. Um, so about the crystal…"

"Does this have anything to do with why a just received a comm from Rey that she was coming to meet us and that she was bringing Luke?"

Finn blinked. Beside him, Poe's mouth dropped open. Finn resisted the urge to tell him 'I told you so'. Of course, he hadn't expected Rey to convince Skywalker to let her come so quickly. Unless… How long had he been out? General Organ looked expectantly at him. "Oh, yes. Yes, we kinda had a shared… Vision. When I touched the crystal. So… Yeah, she's supposed to meet up with us so we can, well, find another crystal. It will help us defeat… The First Order."

Finn had been very close to just saying "Kylo Ren." but he caught himself.

General Organa nodded. "Alright. But neither of you are leaving until cleared. Now go, help with the set up." She moved past them and into the building.

The Pilot and the Fighter looked at each other. Finn started grinning. Poe sighed exaggeratedly.

"Fine. Maybe that's how the Force works."

Laughing, both men left to go help the others.

Morodè analyzed their clothing, a force of habit. She remembered sitting with her sister in the markets but the ports, quietly guessing where people came from by the weave or pattern of tier clothing. Once, she had seen a Queen of Naboo. Carè hadn't stopped talking about it for a week.

These people where obviously not Naboon. Seven where clad in dark cloaks and masks. The eighth, a woman, was clad in clothing more suited to a low-middle or outer rim planet, probably a forest one based off the leaves lining her half shirt. The others where more mysterious, and more troubling. They all were obviously supposed to reflect the wearers unique back grounds, but with the monochrome, she couldn't tell which. Some aspects looked Coruscanti, others Rookish. There was an exception though.

Mixed in with the customary fashions was a bit of Haute Couture-all the outfits where supposed to suggest an image. Specifically, an image of Darth Vader, all black cloaks and metallic masks, Voice Coders, heavy footfall and a square, strong stance.

Morodè felt fear and dread settle into her stomach. She had been too confused to realize it before, but the only group both powerful enough to kidnap a wide range group of people as well as bold enough to imitate a Sith Lord…. She was dealing with the Knights of Ren.

AN:DUH DUH DUHHHHHHH and the action is rolling for our favorite jedi. cute trio stuff to happen soon, and kylo ren realizes how 1. angry and 2. stupidly brave some of his captives are. oh yeah, and you'll find out why they are captive in the next couple of chapters too.

so... PLEASE leave a review? Like I can only run off bags of chocolate chips and what little self motivation I have for so long... gonna need some encouragement soon... thanks...

ps. was it obvious I have a limited knowledge of fasihon? :/ woops