It was early morning when Rey arrived with Ben at the indicated training spot. Ben had been surprisingly more cheerful since his talk alone with their new Master – she hoped that things from the past had been laid to rest. Still, Ben was yawning and he seemed very sluggish.
Luke was an hour late, he'd told them to be here at sunrise, which had proved difficult for the Ben. She was used to getting up with the sun, often times she was ready to start her scavenging around that time. Rey couldn't stop pacing around, it was the only way she could work out her nervousness. Maybe Luke had changed his mind, maybe he didn't think they were worth training. If he wasn't interested in training them, then her mission, her journey would end here.
"Rey, can you relax?" Ben asked her. "Luke will be here, don't worry." He sounded very confidence, which easied Rey's nerves just a little.
The scavenger gave the former Dark Lord a sheepish grin. "Sorry, Ben. I'll stop. I'm just a little apprehensive, I've never been trained by someone so legendary."
He chuckled as Rey forced herself to stand still. It was taking a tremendous amount of her willpower to keep her antsy legs calm.
"I'm a little offended. I wasn't legendary enough," he inquired. He had his eyebrow cocked up in curiosity.
"You weren't a living myth," she countered with a cheeky grin.
Ben was about to reply, but their attention was called when a dark figure started approaching them. From the stature, Rey could tell it was Luke, his beige robes were visible from where she was.
"Sorry I'm late guys, I just got distracted," the Jedi Master admitted.
"You got distracted for an hour?" Ben asked, Rey could tell Ben was forcing his flaring temper down. She couldn't blame him – she was mildly irritated by the Luke's late arrival too.
"Better late than never," Luke said, he was obviously ignoring their annoyed expressions. "First off, I want to see your meditation skills and assess your connections with the Force," Luke sounded surprisingly stern as he instructed them.
Rey plopped herself down on the soft grass and Ben took a spot a small distance from her. It had been a few weeks since she has last meditated and she desperately wanted to impress Luke. She hoped her skill was up to the Master Jedi's liking.
She recalled what Ben had told her: about Luke's philosophy: When I was Luke's student he told us to draw upon feelings of compassion, selflessness and mercy. The Jedi wanted their students to release hate, fear and anger – that was what weakened them. She needed to focus on her happy thoughts and maintaining a positive aura.
Rey closed her eyes and submerged herself in deep and positive relaxation. Almost instantly the air shifted as both her and Ben were releasing waves of positive Force energy in unison. Rey was more at peace with herself than she had ever been before, for the first time she had a mission, a real purpose, good friends to hold onto and protect. That was what Rey focused on as she continued her intense meditation.
"I see both of you have a strong connection to the Light Side of the Force," the older Jedi ventured. "You two are turning out to be very worthy prospects."
Rey couldn't help but beam with pride as Luke gave them both a lovely compliment. She forgot all about her meditation and allowed her mind to settle.
"I was hoping to see your saber skills in action," Luke pulled his own personal light from his belt and tossed it to Ben. "Since you're without a proper saber, I'll lend you mine. Now who's ready for a sparring match?"
Ben smiled ever so slightly. "I'm ready, and I won't be going easy on you this time, Rey."
"Don't worry, Ben. I'll be knocking you down to the ground just like in our first match," she retorted. She watched as Ben's face contorted to a look of pure frustration.
"Oh, it's on, Rey. We'll see who the better Jedi is now."
It had been two months since Ben and Rey had arrived on Ahch-To seeking training from Luke. It had been rigorous training, physically and mentally. Luke had them meditating, running a few miles a day, climbing cliffs, sparring on a regular basis and of course he had them moving heavy boulders using the Force. She hadn't been extremely adept at moving things using the Force, but after a few sessions of Luke's instruction she had gotten significantly more skilled.
Ben seemed to be taking the training well, thought most of the material was very basic for him – he didn't put up a fuss. Sometimes when they were alone in their stone hut for the night he would voice his frustration, but he still wanted to remain in Luke's good graces. This new level of patience he had was a bit astonishing to her. Kylo Ren back on Starkiller Base would have strangled half the crew for making him wait thirty seconds for a order to be completed. Ben really was growing by leaps and bounds.
After training, Luke often made them all eat together as a nice bonding activity. A lot of the conversation was spent getting Luke up to speed on the political and military situation of the Galaxy since his departure from it all. Every once and while Luke would tell them a few good stories about his campaign to defeat the deadly Galactic Empire or his dealing with the shifty smugglers that Han needed protection from. Other times Luke would talk about his father, which piqued Ben's interest.
Rey had also been required to tell Luke her story, though the older Jedi seemed to have some inkling of what she had experienced. The Skywalker had told her he'd grown up on a desert planet too, Tatooine wasn't too different from Jakku – they were both planets that thrived on being able to scavenge and live off the land. But Luke had been impressed that she had survived on Jakku alone, it did make her feel better when Luke praised her.
It was a little sad, but Luke hardly ever asked Ben anything about his time in the First Order. She knew it was a sore subject, but she hated to see Ben ignored and left out of the conversation. Sometimes it seemed like Ben didn't mind, but other times she could see hurt flickering in his gaze. After those meals she would ask him if he was alright, but he always reassured her he was fine.
It was at one of their meal when Luke first decided to breach the topic of Snoke – which was one he had been avoiding since their arrival. Maybe he feared that both her and Ben would be too eager to rush in and destroy the villainous Dark Lord. According to Luke, being too eager to fight was always the surest way to being defeated. Rey only hoped that Luke had trained them well enough to face the Supreme Leader, from what Ben had told her the man was powerful.
"I think you two are ready for your final test," the Master Jedi said adamantly. "Your Force skills and control are exceptional Rey. And you Ben have a hold on saber combat well beyond your years."
"Does this mean you think we might be ready to face Snoke," Rey couldn't keep herself at bay, even though she had a mouthful of food. She was ready for this, she had trained for this, she had put every ounce of her energy and soul into her training – and now Luke had deemed them ready.
The older Jedi sighed. "I can never guarantee that we will be prepared, all I can do is try my best to give you the skill set to defeat him," Luke said reluctantly.
"He's powerful, whenever I spoke with him through holograms his presence could be felt even from light years away. I'm not sure what power he has, but we should be prepared for the worst," Ben finally spoke up.
"So what does this test involve, Uncle?" Ben asked through gritted teeth. Rey could sense how nervous Ben was and his unease was becoming contagious. If Ben was this concerned, she wondered what kind of test this was. Could it be a test of mettle, or morality, or maybe emotional control? Part of her was irked not knowing the answer immediately.
Luke's eyes were downcast, so it was impossible to read his expression, but Rey had learned whenever Luke hesitated it was always because of bad news. This only worried her further.
"This test will challenge who you are in every sense, because you will be facing your worst nightmare," the Master Jedi murmured in a hushed whisper.
Rey felt her limbs tense. She had thought being captured by the First Order back on Takodana had been bad, but truly facing your worst nightmare – that was a different level of hardship. How could she possibly face her worst nightmare? She wasn't even certain what her worst nightmare was.
"How is that possible?" She asked, her voice was challenging to say the least. "There is no way anyone can know our deepest fears," she stated skeptically.
"There is a cave on the other side of the island that is sensitive to the Force, and reacts especially to fear. I've tested it myself, it will seem very real," Luke replied. "So are you two ready?"
"Yes," they both said in unison. They both hadn't been training for nothing; she was sure Bne had been ready for this test since they arrived.
"Good, you will need be to feel ready for this if you have any hope of passing," the way Luke phrased it made Rey feel like she was in over her head. Involuntarily, Rey gulped. "Meet me here tomorrow morning, and I will take you to the cave for your test."
Rey looked into the abysmal darkness of the cave entrance with trepidation. She had prepared herself this morning with a refreshing walk and a good internal pep talk as she had repetitively reminded herself she was in fact the Chosen One. But now as she looked into the cave the darkness seemed so vicious and intimidating.
Passively she glanced over at Ben to see a stony visage on the surface – underneath she knew he was just as nervous. Ben always tried his best to be calm, but in this moment there were cracks in his facade.
"This is your final test, if you pass this, you are ready to fight Snoke," Luke gave them a gallant smile. The Master Jedi extended his hand out toward the cave, waving them in.
Ben took the first steps, as soon as he walked into the cave it was as if the darkness had engulfed him – he was simply gone. Rey's feet felt like lead bricks as she tread forward, darkness was cloaking her and after just a few steps the black of the cave swallowed her whole.
The sound of the wind disappeared and Rey was left in dead silence. All she could hear was the pounding of her own heart as well as the breath that left her lips. She kept walking forward but she sent out delicate shockwaves of Force energy so she didn't walk into anything in front of her.
It wasn't long until a light started to appear at the end of the tunnel. She was nervous to approach because after all it could be a trap. But never before had she felt so compelled to make her way forward, there was this internal drive that sent her propelling off. Rey's pace began to quicken as she approached the expanding light and as she was about to reach the light, the ground beneath her feet gave way and the young Jedi found herself falling. Bright light flashed at the edge of her vision and before she knew it she was crashing into the sandy ground.
The sun was pounding down on her as she shielded her eyes from its blinding light. It was becoming very apparent that she was on Jakku, she could see the light smoke and bustling people that were inside the compound that served as the Niima Outpost. The place had been rebuilt since the First Order attack, and again it seemed commerce was prosperous.
To the south was her home, she could actually see the AT-AT walker's corpse jutting out of the sand. Rey pulled herself from the ground and found that her feet were carrying her back towards her home. Cautiously she approached the hollowed metal structure, the place looked the same as the way she had left it. Something felt off, everything seemed too normal – ordinary life had just continued without her. To watch the Niima Outpost thrive with trade made her a little homesick.
Rey finally pushed her dreary thoughts aside and allowed herself to relax enough so that she could enter her home. Murky light illuminated the musty interior, as she opened the hatch and invited herself in. It was just a cramped as she remembered, the metal walls had always been confining.
Everything seemed to be the same from the way she left it, her straw Rebel pilot doll, her old Rebel fighter helmet, her food and her bed. It was all the same, but there was something different. The air around her was heavy with the Force; she could feel it almost tugging on her skin. When she turned and looked to her right she saw the cause.
Rey's eyes widened in shock as two pale, blue ethereal figure leaned against her wall – the wall she had etched all of her accurately timed markings into. One man was older with solid, gray hair and a well trimmed beard. His dull blue eyes were fixed on her with a curious gleam in them. The older man had robes that matched Ben's but they were a cream color with a mahogany colored cloak.
The other man was a young adult with locks of sandy brown hair and bright, amber colored eyes. His jaw was thin, and the complexion of the man before her was scruffy but youthful – he couldn't have been older than thirty-five. The young man had robes that matched the older man next to him, but they were a light gray with a darker gray cloak.
Both men had genuine smiles on their faces as they appraised her own form – Rey couldn't help but shift in discomfort under their intense gazes.
"Rey, we've waited a long time to meet you," the older man finally broke the overwhelming silence. His voice was calm, gentle – it sounded so convincing, like they had actually been waiting in eternity to meet her.
"Who are you two?" Rey asked with one eyebrow raised.
The younger man stepped forward with a smile still plastered on his face. "I'm Anakin Kenobi, your father," he stroked his gingery beard as he spoke.
The older man tucked his fingers around his belt before he spoke. "I am Obi-Wan Kenobi, your grandfather."
Rey's eyes widened, she couldn't even speak because she was still in shock. She had waited her whole life for the chance to meet her family, but never would she have believed she would meet them as ghosts. As a child she had dreamed of her parents and her father looked just as she had expected him to, scruffy, with a pleasant face, soft cheekbones and with a nose that matched her own. He would always have a cordial expression on his face whenever she would see him.
"I've been waiting a long time for this moment." Her father said with a happy gleam in his eyes. "Rey, you are the Chosen One, only you can defeat Snoke, and I wanted you to know that I'll be watching over you every step of that journey."
"We both will," her grandfather interjected. "Snoke is powerful, but you have all the strength of the former Chosen One's. They will help guide you."
Rey felt a sole tear fall from her right eyes as she clutched her chest. "Why," she whispered. "Why did you leave me on Jakku alone?" It was that life long question that she'd had, and it had gone without an answer. She had always wanted to know the truth as to why she had been left with Unkar since she was a child. Finally, for the first time in her life, she could get an answer to that question.
She saw her father's eyes look down at the dirty floor with sorrow. "Snoke was hunting me and your mother. Your mother was able to escape Snoke's notice safely but that was because Snoke was after you. He wanted to make you his child apprentice, since children are so mailable, he wanted to turn you to the Dark Side because he knew you were powerful. I was forced to leave you on the remote planet Jakku with an old contact, Unkar. It was for your safety, but it killed me to leave you there. Shortly after Snoke found me, we dueled to the death and I lost, but Snoke was badly injured."
"Does that mean my mother is still alive?" Rey asked, unable to control her desire to know the truth. The idea of her having a mother was the one thing that stuck out to her.
"She's alive and well," her father said with a wide smirk. "She's too tough to die, just like you."
Rey couldn't remember being happier in any moment of her life, to find out she had a mother. To know that she wasn't just discarded like trash on Jakku caused her heart to swell. She had been placed there for her safety, her parents had loved her, and though a lonely childhood had been painful, all those sad moments paled in comparison to the joy she was experiencing now.
She had always felt this loving connection to her parents, but most of her childhood she had been convinced it was just something she has made up to make her solitude more bearable. To know those feelings of love had been real, was almost unbearably joyous. She could see the love pooling in her father's face he love – the he felt for her was very real.
"Our time here is limited, I know you must have plenty of questions, but you must leave and go face your challenge, before it's too late," Obi-Wan said with mournful tone. "This won't be the last you'll see of us," he reassured her.
Rey could hardly move her feet less alone leave the room. "Don't leave me," she whispered. "I only just got to meet you, I have so many questions."
"We must," her father said. "But I promise, you will see me again." Just like that both of the men faded into nothing and she was stuck there alone in her old home. She stood there a long time soaking in the details of what had happened.
The light on her home was fading as night approached. She still had a real mission to complete so Rey made her way out of her home and into the vast desert. Her feet hit the sandy ground and right away Rey started to make her way to the Niima Outpost.
After walking a total of ten minutes Rey felt a dark presence looming over her. But before she could react Rey felt the sand beneath her feet shift and to her horror the ground was sucking her in.
All she could do was scream as her knees, legs and torso slide into the earth – all her life she had been avoiding quicksand, and now she was its prey. It wasn't long until she was up to her neck in sand – Rey found herself unable to stop yelling for help, as her throat started to feel raw. The coarse grains started to fill her mouth, her lungs and the scavenger realized she was choking. Her vision blackened – once again she was consumed by the everlasting darkness. She felt numb, her limbs were unable to move and she wondered if she was truly going to die.
A small light began to dance in the center of her eyes – was this another illusion she wondered.
Rey felt herself falling and she crashed arms-first into something extremely cold. There she laid as chilly wind clawed at her skin as if it was trying to tear away her flesh. Desperately Rey tried to pull her limbs closer to core as she hoped it would help her stay warm, but it was to no avail.
Everything was happening so fast, she could hardly register what had just happened on what had felt like a pseudo-Jakku. Had it been some part of her imagination? She hoped not.
For the first time Rey had just spoken with her family. The people she knew existed, yet they had always remained hidden from her. It was sad to think her father was dead and that was the reason she had been alone, but now she knew the truth. She hadn't been left there for no reason at all – her family had been protecting her. And somewhere out there, her mother was waiting for her. Just knowing that gave Rey strength.
The young Jedi was still trying to find her bearings as she pulled herself up to assess her surroundings. Small, white specks were falling from the sky and as they brushed against her skin, they melted into water. Snow – it was snow. Rey had only seen snow once before on Starkiller Base. Clouds covered the sky creating an illusion that it was night, which was making it difficult to make out anything.
It didn't take her long to realized she was in some sort of forest, as trees were placed on the hilly terrain – and everything was covered in white. This was some type of winter-consumed forest. If she remembered correctly Starkiller Base's worldly environment had looked similar to this.
Rey pulled herself to her feet and started to walk forward. The farther she walked, the higher the hairs on her neck began to stand up. She was started to feel like someone was watching her, instinctively her hand hovered over her lightsaber.
After a few minutes of walking her eyes keyed in on a dark mass that was laying on the ground not too far ahead. Rey couldn't help but charge forward and as she got closer she realized it was a person on the ground. Their hands were clawing at the snow as they tried to propel themselves forward.
Rey felt her knees grow weak as she recognized that brown leather jacket and those black pants.
"Finn," Rey screamed. Her voice was shaking as she called out his name – and tears were involuntarily streaming down her face as she reached his side. She pulled Finn into her arms and another wave of terror stuck her as she saw blood dripping from his mouth. His breaths were shallow as his arms were limply hanging from his shoulders. Rey couldn't see any visible wounds, so maybe Finn would be okay.
He was so cold though, Finn's very flesh felt like a block of ice. Instantly, Rey started to run her hands up and down his arms, hoping the friction would warm his icy skin. He was shaking violently in her arms and she worried that hypothermia would set in quick.
The smell of burnt flesh filled Rey's nostrils as she realized that blood was pooling in her palms. Gently, she turned Finn over to see his whole back had been maimed with cauterized marks – there was no doubt about it, these wounds had been inflicted by a lightsaber.
"Rey," Finn murmured, his voice was hardly audible. "I tried to protect them, but he was too strong. He killed Han, Luke, Chewie and Leia," Finn croaked out, his voice was faltering and Rey felt panic rise in her chest.
"Who killed them?" Rey asked hastily.
"Kylo Ren, he killed them all. You have to stop him..." That's all Finn said before Rey felt her friend go limp in her arms. His breaths abruptly stopped and she was aware of his waning pulse, before it came to a stop too.
"Finn?" Rey cried as she lightly shook her friend's shoulder. "Finn," she tried to scream between bouts of choking sobs. "Finn, you can't die." Her words were too slurred to even be made sense of. Rey couldn't stop the tears streaming down her cheeks and she was pretty certain they were freezing to her skin as they fell. But she didn't care, she couldn't stop lightly shaking Finn, he needed to wake up.
"Finn, please," her voice was cracking now and sobs were rolling through her body. It was too late, his pulse had been gone for at least a minute now. Blood was still dripping onto her hands, as she attempted to wake him up.
The sound of someone crashing through the woods behind her snapped Rey right out of her stupor.
"It's just us now," Rey knew that distinct, deep voice all too well. Slowly she turned around to see Ben standing before her, this time he was dressed in his black robes, but his ebony mask was gone and instead his black hair danced in the gusts of wind. In his hand he clutched the old blade he used to wield when he was Snoke's apprentice.
"You really did this?" Rey seethed as the tears stopped falling – her gaze was fully fixated on the Dark Lord. "How could you?"
"Yes, I killed them, they were all weak, my mother, my uncle and my father. They only cared about love, but love is the biggest weakness of all. All I ever cared about was power and impressing my master. Snoke will be pleased when he knows of my handy work," the coldness of his tone was even colder than the wind that ravished her skin. Rey found herself standing up again, her hand moving to the hilt of her saber on its own fruition.
"You monster, they trusted you how could you turn on them," she asked in unadulterated fury.
"They should never have trusted me, that was their first mistake, and yours. Now I'll be bringing you to my Master."
Rey couldn't believe this was the same man that had trained her, that helped her escape Starkiller Base, the man that had said he loved her, the man that had come to Luke with her. What had happened to him? Had Snoke contacted him and he'd been tempted by the offer? Or had he never truly turned to the Light Side?
It didn't matter anymore, Kylo Ren needed to be apprehended.
"I won't let you take me. I will stop you," Rey screeched, she switched on her blade and charged as fast as her feet would carry her. Kylo turned his saber on and blocked her strike with ease.
"You have so much hatred in you, if only you could see the potential the Dark Side could offer you," Kylo hissed at her.
Rey kicked the Dark Lord in the leg and he lost his footing. Angrily she pulled her saber over her head and swung down at him, he blocked her strike just in the nick of time. Repetitively she just kept beating her blade against his, with all the strength in her body; she had every intention of destroy him. Rey could feel the anger burrowed in the marrow of her bones even.
How could he kill her friends, how could he kill his own family? How could he turn on them, Rey just couldn't fathom it. Ben had promised he wouldn't run back to Snoke, but he was here, praising the Dark Side again and working for Snoke. He needed to be stopped and Rey knew she was the only one who could do it.
She was trying to block out the anger and betrayal that was flowing through her, but it was proving very difficult. Rey knew hatred was what drove the Dark Lords, but how could she remain stoic after hearing news so tragic? Rey took a deep breath and focused on disarming Kylo rather than exacting revenge on the man. He still needed her help – maybe she could still make him see the light.
Amidst one of her swings, his left hand found its way onto the hilt of her blade. Without hesitation she grabbed for his saber alike and viciously they fought for control of their blades. Rey's eyes widened in terror as his red, flickering blade smashed into the snow and began to approach her leg. She took a chance by charging into him, knocking him down.
Rey was able to stabilize her lightsaber in her hand right away and she slashed his lower leg enough for him to fall to his knees. Kylo's breaths were heavy and billowing steam was escaping from his mouth as Ren tried to pull himself to his feet.
Haphazardly the Dark Lord tried to swing at her in a last ditch effort of disarming her, but Rey pulled her blade up and sliced his hilt in half. Kylo Ren crashed to the ground with a groan and Rey realized her attack had struck him in the face – as a scar from cheek to nose was burned on his pale skin.
Rey stalked around him like he was her prey, her saber was ready for any counterattack he dare try, all the while Kylo just lay there in the snow, his eyes burrowing into the night sky. She could almost see the stars swimming in his eyes as he continued to look into the unfathomable night.
"You won't be able to stop me," he whispered over the howling wind. "You're too weak, too pathetic. I will capture you."
Rey was about to spit out a retort, but her voice was caught in her throat. The Jedi saw Kylo's hand was outstretched; he was Force choking her from the ground. She could see the rage, and murderous intentions buried in his dark pools as his wrist squeezed at the air in front of him.
The Kenobi wheezed as her trachea felt like it was being crushed to dust. Instinctively, Rey pushed her hand out in front of herself and sent a blast of air straight into Kylo Ren's gut. She heard him grunt as his concentration was disrupted.
He really did want to kill her, she had seen it in his gaze – he'd meant to end her life. Rey felt tears dripping down her face as she realized there was nothing, nothing she could do. Maybe she couldn't save Ben, and it felt like he didn't want to be saved. He had reverted back to the man he once was, and maybe that was because that was the man he truly wanted to be.
Rey started to sob as she took small, baby steps toward the figures that was curled in a ball on the ground. He was looking up at her – Kylo's eyes were like chips of cold, ice.
"Please, Ben. Come back to me, I love you." Rey could only manage a whisper.
"I hate you," his voice rang through the frigid air. Rey could feel the malice oozing from his words. "I've always hated you. Love is a weakness, I will never love you." His words cut her deeper than any knife ever could, her heart was aching like nothing she had ever experienced before. Rey restrained the need to grasp for her chest to try to cover her invisible wound. But she knew what needed to be done.
While she was distracted, Kylo grabbed her foot and tried to pull her to the ground, but Rey was able to shake him off. As a countermeasure, she kicked him back on the ground. She wanted to believe that Ben wouldn't try to kill her again, but she was doubtful. Rey knew what she needed to do but she couldn't stop the tears from falling down her face.
The saber in her hand dangled over his body and before she could think twice Rey plunged her lightsaber straight through Ben's heart. The blue of her saber illuminated the shadows on his horror struck visage.
Rey choked on her own tears as she watched the light fade from Ben's eyes, and as the blade was pulled from his chest a sound of sizzling flesh sent her crashing to the ground. Snow clutched to her skin as Rey knelt next to the fallen Jedi. Rey felt silence tears freezing against her skin as she put her hand on Ben's face. Gently she stroked his cheek and let her fingers run through his wet, ebony hair.
She was having trouble breathing as a sharp throbbing rushed through her chest. Every time Rey tried to gasp for air the tears seemed to block her breathing even more. Finally she just buried her face into Kylo's injured chest and let herself cry, unable to stop the tears.
She felt so pathetic, a Jedi wasn't supposed to cry. They were supposed to be strong, resilient, calm – not the type to be emotionally compromised. How could she call herself a Jedi when she felt as pathetic as Kylo Ren had insinuated?
Rey just sat there in the snow, her face laying on the chest of her lover, as she held onto his lifeless body so tightly. Kylo's body was as cold as the world around him, but she already felt so numb it didn't matter.
The tears stopped after what seemed like an hour but she didn't open her eyes. She didn't want to look at his empty eyes again, or to see his injured body – the wounds she'd inflicted on him. Instead she just indulged herself in darkness, where she could imagine Ben the way she wanted to remember him, happy in his new Jedi robes.
Finally, Rey opened her eyes.
[A/N]: Hey guys, sorry for not updating in two weeks. Writing this chapter really took up a lot of time, but I hope the wait was worth it. Honestly, I was really nervous writing this chapter and I have no idea why, so feedback would really be appreciated.
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Next chapter will be Ben's Jedi trial and them making plans against Snoke, so stay tuned! Again, thank you for taking the time to read, I hope everyone has an amazing weekend. :)