"Breathe. Just breath." Master Skywalker told Finn. Rey rubbed his bask slowly.
Finn had experienced his first vision on Scarif, but woke up on Dagobah from the first one he had alone.
"What did you see?" Rey asked. Master Skywalker handed him a cup of water.
Draining it, Finn then choked out: "ships. They flew along a planet, but whenever they made contact with the ground… it bled."
"The planet bled?"
"Yes. And, um, I saw Captain Phasma marching out with troopers. There was fire everywhere." He was beginning to hyperventilate.
"Finn, I want you to ground yourself." Master Skywalker said, refilling his cup. "What do you see, right now, in front of you?"
"Rey. You. This cup. Um, the wall." Finn listed, looking around for more. The Jedi's hand on his shoulder stopped him.
"Well, now seems to be a good time to show you how to meditate." The old man smiled. He cleared a space on the floor, and knelt. Rey and Finn followed suit.
"Close your eyes and slow your breathing." Master Skywalker instructed. The younger two did, and Luke felt Rey gently nudge a bit of calming towards Finn. He wondered if wither were even conscious of it.
"Now," he continued. "What do you see?" There was a surge as Finn fell deeper into the force, leaving small ripples like a stone dropped into a lake. Rey followed suit, though Luke waited until she was deep within it before standing- or standing as much as one could in the small home.
Shuffling towards the window, he waited until three figures, all blue and see through, appeared. He nodded at them, and began to confer.
"Do you know your Aurebesh letters?" The man, whose name was Convoy, asked Loken. Convoy, Antu, and Morodè had taken entertaining and distracting the boy in shifts. The other prisoners seemed to dejected to care- or simply too tired. The old woman mostly slept- Morodè had only heard her speak once.
"Yes." Loken replied. "I can even sing them!"
"I'd love to hear you sing them." Morodè said, faking energy. "Just don't do it too loudly, Antu is sleeping."
Antu was actually not sleeping, but as only Morodè and the Twi-lek herself knew that, it was her job to keep up appearances.
"Aurek! Besh! Cresh-Dorn-Esk!" The boy started in a sing-songy voice. The girl looked across to Antu's cell, wondering what she was doing. This morning, or whenever, they had been the only two awake. Antu waited for the guards to be looking toward Morodè, then waved for her to give discrete attention.
The Twi-lek had pointed between some sort of bar she was holding and her anklet, made a sleeping face, and a shushing motion. Morodè understood she was to let Antu pretend to sleep, whiles she did something under the blankets with her anklet. It was a secret.
"Forn-Grek-Herf! Isk-Jenth, Krill-Leth!" Loken continued.
The anklet. Antu had messed with it before, even taken it off once or twice, but always put it back on. Morodè wondered why. Anklets weren't really big on Vod. Necklaces were, and bracelets to an extent, but not anklets. She wondered why. Vodan jewelry was about decorating the chains with knots and braids and tying little jewels in. it would be much easier to do that on your ankle than on your wrist or neck. Maybe she should try to start a trend if she ever made it back home. She would name it after Antu.
"Mern-Nern! Osk-Poth!"
"Peth." Convoy corrected.
"Peth! Resh! Senth!"
Morodè waited for him to continue, but he had cut off silently. She understood why a moment later when the Woman, flanked by Kylo Ren and his knights stood in the center of the circle of cells.
"You said you would tell me of my grandfather." Ren was angrily reminding her.
"I am."
"Why are you doing it here?" he asked slowly, as if she did not understand why he was so mad.
"Because I don't want to answer the questions twice. So," she continued, addressing the prisoners. "I'm sure you remember out last conversation about Luke Skywalker. I mentioned his Father, Anakin."
Morode remembered.
"Why are you telling them this?" Ren asked.
"Because, they need to know in order for us to tap into their power. And their power is because of your grandfather."
Morodè couldn't follow that logic. What did this Anakin man, what did Darth Vader, have to do with being a living capacitor of the Force?
The Woman smirked at her, as if hearing her thoughts. She probably could, Morodè reasoned. That's all she needed now. Stupid force magic.
Somewhere in hyperspace, Poe Dameron would have agreed with Morodè.
"Stupid force death magic rock." He muttered as he mixed some caf. He had had a terrible night's sleep- woke up in a sweat and not knowing where he was. He was sure, however, that it was the Kyber Crystal's fault.
BB-8 beeped innocently. Poe scowled at the droid. "No, BB-8, I am not talking to the Death Rock. And even if I was, it's not weird."
Beep-bep-bep
"I do say so." The Pilot said primly, before stepping into the cockpit of the ship. He'd feel better in the pilot's seat, even if it was just on auto pilot. Taking a sip of caf, he looked over the calculations. He would take some side spots to keep from being tracked. Part of him was itching to take over the ship, just for a while. But he had been ordered not to- and if he waited until the second jump, General Organa wouldn't know. He could wait the- he checked the crono- 40 ish standard minutes until he could really fly.
"What did you see?" Master Skywalker asked, his voice sounding thick, as he busied himself with tea.
"I saw light and dark." Poe said, looking at his hands. "I saw that they chased each other, looping around and around. And in the middle, there was everything else." Rey furrowed her brows. "Like, the entire galaxy. It was a star map, but it was bigger than that… I don't know, it was just… everything."
"Anything else?"
"In the everything, a bit of the light fell on a tree that grew into a sort of shelf. There was a row of little blocks with… leather, or flimsiplast covers. There was… knowledge emanating from them, like some sort of datastick."
Rey smiled, she thought he might be talking about the row of books in the old temple. Master Skywalker had said that there where writings on the flimsiplast pages in between the covers, but he had never shown her what was inside.
Finn looked up at her, nudging her shoulder. He wanted to know what she saw.
"I saw the light and dark too. The spun around, like electrons on an atom- up and down and all wild. But then they slowed, began spinning in one direction, on one plane. And they were balanced in the middle on one point." She thought about it for a minute. "Like, if you balanced a plate on one finger and spun it around. And then I saw a row of lightsabers, all different colors. The one in the middle was black, and the ones on the edge white. Everything between was all bright and colorful- blues and greens, yellows and red. Some were even purple, and I think I saw one that was a light brown." She looked into nothing, trying to remember the exact image. "The all glowed so brightly, like stars. Then, they were stars, all linked together, spinning slowly. I think… it looked like the sky, from Ahch-To."
"What did you see, Master Skywalker?" Finn asked, mind racing. What did the spinning stars or sabers or blocks have to do with each other? Or with the troopers or bleeding planet? Maybe some of it was a dream, not even real. Or perhaps it was all true. He remembered how Han had told him and Rey that the light, the dark, the force was all true. But what about the rest of it?
Master Skywalker surprised him, just turning and placing the tea in front of them, before moving to the doorway of the hut. He stared out of it, musing silently. Finn busied himself with take a sip of the tea- it was very bitter, like caf without any sweetener.
The older man sighed, and Finn refocused on him. "It…" he shook his head. "It is time for the Jedi to end."
"The Force likes patterns." The Woman said, smirking at Kylo Ren. "I'm sure you've noticed a few of them."
"If you mean, the pattern of large, round bases that can be blown up with a single shot," Kylo began scornfully, "I've noticed it. But the actions of dull imperialists are hardly the Will of the Force."
The Woman tched. "Everything is the will of the force, Kylo Ren. But I meant other things as well. For example, you killed Han Solo on a bridge, in front of his prodigy." If kylo winced, they couldn't tell behind the mask. Before that, your grandfather killed Kenobi in a similar manner. And Kenobi's Master Teacher before him went in the same manner."
"And… what does this mean?"
"Probably that you should be careful to not fight on a bridge, especially with minions around." Antu heckled. The knight closest to her cell banged on the bars threateningly, but The Woman just laughed.
"The girl has a point- but it means, Kylo Ren, that the Force is trying to accomplish something, and it will try again and again until you all stop messing up."
"And what exactly is it trying to accomplish?"
"I can't tell you that. But I can tell you why it had to be these people." She gestured to the prisoners. Kylo Ren turned his head, interested again. "Your Grandfather started life as a slave in Tattooine. He was freed by a Jedi when he was a boy. Here we have a young boy worker, and a descendant of a Tattooine slave." She waved to Antu and Loken's cells.
"My grandfather wasn't a slave!" Kylo Ren spat. The Woman just looked at him flatly.
"And you wonder why I don't want to tell you. Anyway, Anakin Skywalker was an inventor, and that man is a skilled mechanic-" Morodè guessed she meant Convoy- "and the old woman we picked up from Jakku- another desert planet with significance for you. She's also old enough, I suspect she might have been born around the time of your grandfather. That creature"- she pointed to the cell next to Morode's- "Is from the same planet your mother was born on, from the same line of doctors that helped your grandmother in childbirth, even. The Vodan girl is half-Naboon, your grandmother was from that planet, and on her vodan side she is… distantly your cousin."
Morode jerked, surprised. The woman smirked at her. "Yes. Have you wondered why a young slave was named Anakin Skywalker? A grand name for someone like him."
Kylo Ren fingered the weapon on his belt.
"'Anakin' was the bastardization of the name 'Ardakin'. Half the Ardakin's where captured in the Vod Civil War and sold into slavery- the name became a first one when your great-great-grandfather impressed his owner with some flying tricks, earing the family name "Skywalker"- and his family sold to Tattooine. The other half of the Ardakin's eventually became 'Gardkin.' This girl is of that line, possibly the first daughter of that line and a Naboon one."
How do you know this? Morode wondered. The Vod Civil War happened centuries ago, and no one in living memory had ever said the Gardkin's used to be Ardakin's. Although, it did make sense… she shook her head. Don't think like that, don't think about how she's claiming you are, however distantly, related to Kylo kriffing Ren, or… sith, that meant she was related to Darth Vader too. The old woman had said they would try to break the prisoners and turn them dark- she couldn't trust them, or despair.
"So, as interesting as that is…" Kylo Ren was saying. "Why tell them? And will we ever… move forward with our plans?"
"Patience." The woman chided. "but yes. You may have noticed I only explained six of the seven prisoner's reason for being here. This man-" She strode almost out of sight. "is a Force-Capacitor, but a weak one. Perfect for testing, wouldn't you say?"
AN: Dun Dun DUHHHHHNNNN!
what's up you guys? some more FC explanation and THE LAST JEDI
I watched that trailer until I cried