"Okay," Rey said. "I don't know if you can use the Force, yet. Not really. It's… not something where I had a lot of training myself. But…"

She shook her head. "Okay, I'm already not expressing this right. But the way the Force works, it's… a mystical energy field, that fills the whole universe. And that might mean that everyone can use it. Or it might mean that it's just easier for some people, and harder for others. But the most important part of it all is that… the Force is there. It's real. It binds the universe together, and once you start to understand that… that's when you can start to understand the rest."

The words hung in the air, and Rey held out her hand. Her staff rippled slightly, then rose, and she pulled it over to her as she stepped back.

"The Force connects us all," she said. "Every living being, and it flows through everything that isn't alive, as well. And it means that every living being in the universe is unique, and important, and special… which is where the first part of the problem can come in. The Dark Side. And that's why I want to make sure I make this completely clear – because everyone is special. Which means you're special. But that means that everyone else is special as well."

She exhaled. "That's… important. Something you have to remember. Because if you forget the second part, then you're fundamentally wrong, and that never ends well – for you, or for anyone else."

After a pause, to impress the gravity of her point, Rey took a deep breath, and let it out.

"So… there's a number of ways to get a closer and stronger connection to the Force," she said. "But one of them is that it's about… knowing things you couldn't otherwise know, and touching things you couldn't otherwise touch. If you're wearing a blindfold, but you can still see. If you're light years apart, but you can still feel. If you're the other side of the room, but you can still move."

She closed her eyes.

"If it hasn't happened yet, but you can still know. The Force is… transcendent. It connects everything, but everything is larger than one person – it's larger than everyone – so it's not possible for an individual person to channel the whole of the Force. But they can touch it, shape it, influence it, and with it… impossible things can be done."

Hux stabbed the pause button, scowling at the screen, then looked up at the intelligence officer.

"What kind of nonsense is this?"

"We caught it on the HoloNet twenty minutes ago, sir," the intelligence officer replied. "It had been up for forty minutes before that, and it's already gone dramatically viral. At this point I'd say about one point two percent of the entire userbase of SpaceTube has clicked the link."

Hux glared back down at the screen, then caught sight of the view count – and the subscriber count.

And the account name.

"How did the scavenger girl get access to such a popular SpaceTube account?" he asked. "And why is it called Singular Smuggler?"

"Just a guess, sir," the intelligence officer offered, intelligently. "But I'd guess it's because it's Han Solo's old account? And she does work with his wookiee."

Hux gave him a baleful look, a muscle twitching in his cheek.

"Well, how bad is it, then?" he asked. "This is obviously a blow for the First Order's public relations, especially after that nonsense with the broadcast last week where they called for the galaxy to rise up – and the fact we've lost Starkiller Base and the Supreme Leader, thanks to-"

He bit off the words.

He wasn't going to blame the new Supreme Leader for their misfortunes out loud, no matter how much he detested the man.

"It's bad, but how bad it is depends on what she says in the whole video," the intelligence officer pointed out. "I haven't had time to watch it, it's three hours long."

Hux muttered something about incompetents, then flicked down to look at the contents list.

He blanched.

"...section two is labelled 'examples with Finn'," he said. "Isn't that the Traitor?"

"That sounds likely, sir," the intelligence officer frowned. "Why?"

"Block the video immediately," Hux said. "Across the whole of the First Order. We cannot permit their propaganda to spread to the Stormtroopers."

The intelligence officer hurried to his desk, ready to issue the order, but before he actually got there the door to the command room crashed open – several inches of durasteel crumpling like tinfoil.

"Huh," said the stormtrooper standing behind where the door used to be, and examined her gauntleted hands as she flexed them. "Looks like that bit works."

"...well, kriff," Hux muttered.

At least there was one bit of good news that he took vicious pleasure in.

Supreme Leader Kylo Ren was going to hate this even more than he did.

AN:

Luke's Canon New Jedi Order had the problem that it was far too small and grew too slowly to be resilient.

Rey's one does not have that problem.