It was dusk when an old X-Wing crashed on Jakku. The inhabitants of the desert planet watched the crash eagerly, but knew it was not safe to follow. They made note of the direction it went and planned on leaving early the next morning. The pilot of the X-Wing was barely conscious. He tried to move but he had hit his head and was in a lot of pain. With no other option he did something he swore he'd never do again. He sat up as straight as he could, focused, and prayed for help. He didn't think it would work, but seconds before he lost consciousness he saw a figure approaching.

The pilot dreamt of many things when he was unconscious. He saw his brother, Ben staring at a burning temple, followed by a group of his friends. The pilot called out to him, and he turned around and glared at him. He felt Ben's anger and jealousy towards him, but also his conflict and turmoil.

"Join us. We will bring peace to the galaxy" Yelled his brother

"You killed them" the pilot said with fear and horror in his voice.

"I gave them the same choice I'm giving you. They refused and for that they needed to die"

"There were younglings in that temple" the pilot pointed out. Ben ignored this and gave the same choice.

"Join or die"

"I choose death" said the pilot. Ben was visibly shocked, then angry.

" I gave up everything for you. I raised you when mom and dad where gone and this is the thanks you give me? You spoiled little brat." Ben yelled. He had never talked to him like this before.

"Just because you inherited our grandfathers looks and abilities doesn't mean you'll be a worthy successor to him. I should kill you where you stand. If you want to disgrace our family legacy like mother and uncle then I cannot allow you to live." Ben ignited his lightsaber. The pilot cowered in fear. Bens face softened and he lowered his lightsaber.

"Still. you are my brother. Go, leave here, but if I ever see you again you'll end up like every one of the people who refused my offer." He threatened. The pilot headed his advice and ran, only to end up in another dream. He saw two people, humans, talking to an Crolute. A little girl no older than 5 or 6 was playing in the sand.

"You'll keep her safe" asked one of the humans.

"Yes. But it will cost you" said the Crolute.

"How much?" Asked the other.

"500 credits a month until she's old enough to scavenge for herself." Replied the Crolute. They discussed this among each other for a few minutes before one of them gave him a few bags. The figures began walking back towards their ship. The girl started to follow them but the Crolute grabbed her. She started screaming and kicking but he wouldn't let go.

"Come back" she screamed as their ship flew away from her. The alien grabbed her and yelled at her to be quiet. The pilot started to walk towards them to help the girl but was thrown into a third dream. A group of children were running laps when one of them fell. Another one of them, one of the faster children ran back and helped him up. A stormtrooper overseeing this exercise stopped the group and scolded them.

"Mistakes will not be tolerated in the First Order" the stormtrooper bellowed at the child who fell. The child looked as if he was holding back tears.

"But he fell" said the other child.

"Compassion is weakness. as is carelessness. You best remember that FN-"

The pilot woke with a start, with more questions than he had answers.