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uiscefios‌:

She couldn’t stiffen under his touch, his hold was that strong. Her body was lax, and she had a flash of fear again. Old company. She had spent too many nights half awake (waiting, yes) but watching. She counted the days, but almost not the years–she didn’t know exactly when she woke up to someone being butchered in the remains of the next ship over. She was young enough to where it was hard to (…help). Torn between running and helping, she was either too young to be of use. She didn’t remember the incident clearly except now.

Looking into that mask.

Her lips tightened at his odd taunt.

“Is this a game to you?”

The feeling of his gloves against her was strange. She had never had that much closeness (very few times), and she didn’t understand.

She snapped out of it. She thought of that slaughter, and a part of her did know why he was here.

“Funny, when you are the one asking,” she said. You had to be quick on the sand, dodge the animals that were only hungry. This wasn’t just hunger, was it? She hadn’t gotten far. She had told the old man, there was no point. So, she made up her mind to end it in her own way, and let the sand decide. She had an idea and she dug her heels in.

“You don’t have to kill them. Tell me you won’t and…”

The girl’s form was a pleasant (if still too light) weight in his arms, against his chest, and he studied her at this closer distance. Even helpless she looked fierce and determined, and for that alone he liked her. Few beings could have dreamed of standing up to him the way she was, and when they were at their full capacity.

Turning away from her speeder, he was already starting the trek back to his ship. She knew something, and he would find out what. And maybe she knew nothing that could help him, but -- but somehow he knew her presence was necessary.

“And you’ll what?” he prompted, doubting she could offer him anything with enough value to stop the massacre that had to occur with his departure. This planet worshiped trade, so it was no surprise that she would be quick to offer her own. This planet was also full of useless trash, so it would be even less of a surprise if whatever her offer was amounted to nothing.

#uiscefios: rey

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Maybe she hesitated.

She heard the firestorm, and a cold shot through her. A disbelief. That couldn’t be. Even with all she had seen, all she had heard and known, it was shocking, and under the cold, there was something else. Something else fighting to the surface.

“Stop.”

Maybe she spoke. She tried to move her hands, and she had always relied on being able. One mistake, one fall, and she didn’t think she could accept this–her hands flexed on the speeder’s handles. If she could push through it.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him approach, saw the chaos and death, and her grip tightened.

Why?

Not for her. It made no sense, no logical sense, but Rey knew the why wasn’t enough at the moment.

This was monstrous.

She thought she could tell him to stop? Kylo had yet to be convinced she wasn’t simply monumentally stupid, but something told him it was something other than stupidity. Keeping her in place as he closed the distance between them, he raked his gaze over her, trying to figure out just what about her was calling to him.

“Ask nicely.” A taunt, while he lifted his hand to tug her from the speeder and send her crashing -- into his arms, as he decided at the last moment not to send her to the ground. For her height she was far too light, but that didn’t matter. It would be easier to simply send her to sleep, but he would offer her the chance to be cooperative.

Maybe. “Off to warn your rebel friends?” he asked, tilting his head as he looked over her. She must be a fairly new recruit.

#uiscefios: rey

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The speeder wasn’t that far away.

She had always had to gauge where to leave the machine. Too close, you’d be harmed at having it. Too far, you may not make it back. In time. In-between, too many others thinking on you in general. She could make it back.

Of course, her lips parted, and she tilted her head, because –

“I’m certain.”

No one was after her. Not in that way, this hunting way. The heat was stifling, and she knew this landscape like the back of her hand. She could make it but why?

(The people milling about over portions. She needed a distraction)

She would tell him nothing of the one he was hunting for, but this look was dangerous. She had learned not to give up anything for another, but she did, and was this the time she paid the price? For a moment, it was as if she couldn’t move. It was as if she had dreamt of this sometime before, but that was foolish and fantastical.

–and she did not want to be around him now.

“You won’t get anything here. You only want to take all we earned.”

That part spoken loudly, and heads swirled in their direction. An uprising of voices, and she was gone, running. She ran past the massive beast near the water well, disrupting that too with that strange push, that part of her she didn’t understand.

She’d get to her speeder.

The mask, his build, the aura the Force wove around him, the power of the First Order behind him -- there were very few beings who weren’t immediately intimidated by him. Something in the girl in front of him gave him pause, though the mask hid the interest in his eyes as he studied her, wondering at why he felt something nearly akin to a pull towards her. Like he’d been searching for her instead of Luke all this time.

As it turned out the girl was either braver or stupider than she looked (or both) but regardless he’d already decided she would be coming back with him. She knew something. Signalling to the ‘troopers to take care of the rest of the beings at the hub, he went after her.

Tossing aside one or two of the more idiotic creatures that tried to jump at him, his attention solely on the girl, Kylo almost smirked to himself when he saw her move the beast aside. So this was the one.

Throwing his hand up, he locked the Force into place around her just as she reached a speeder that looked homemade. Idly he wondered how well it worked.

#uiscefios: rey

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Rey gripped her lightsaber hilt, before easing her hand away. No sudden movements. She knew a predator when she saw one and this one, masked thing, was a predator. A bounty hunter. She looked at the pack on his back, and thought maybe, she could strike that first.

But he turned aside, looking over the trade hub–and looking past her. Still, the Force moved darkly. She felt that now, all the time, and she kept her questions to herself, now.

All the time.

She kept an even pace, and knew he had to be searching for the Resistance base.

So, it stood to reason (she spoke more to herself, a wound driving deeper)

“Which of my friends have you sent this creature to kill?”

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Snoke had sensed a new presence, a light that needed snuffing. Not Luke Skywalker (was he grateful? was he angry at another missed opportunity?) but someone who could one day be threatening. Except Kylo was fully aware of his own strength.

It was hard to believe anyone could be that threatening.

Snoke’s determination of a new Force Sensitive and intel that there was a Resistance base nearby had brought him to this backwater planet. This trading post (it brought to mind the odd trip his father and Lando had brought him on; his heart ached and he shoved it down) would be a useful start for information.

Then she stepped out, and oh, he may not even have to search that long. “You’re certain it isn’t you I’m after.”

#uiscefios: rey

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Luke wasn’t discouraged, but already, the dynamic between them was changing. He had taken Ben on, and he more or less felt like his uncle Owen. Maybe less. After he had gained more mastery in the Force, memories came back. Obi-wan had been in his life more than he thought, saving him and his family on Tatooine. One time, when he had been a youngling compelled by the Force, called to do more–

Well, that was a long time ago. It was no good, his uncle being afraid at times and the one who understood keeping in the shadows for so long. He hadn’t even gotten to know that Ben like he should have. It was hard not to look back at those times with sorrow or even sense of being cheated. He couldn’t quail that sense of rebellion, of what could have been different, even if he believed in the ways of the Jedi. It had been for the best.

(Had to have been, it couldn’t be for no true reason)

That was why he wanted this to be different. He knew what it was like, those questions, and Ben was like him.

“I could, but we’d run out of supplies while we searched.”

He was kidding, but…his heart twisted at Ben’s sullen look. One he shared once, but it was different being on the other end and Ben being so…gifted in the Force.

“I remember trying to figure out what I liked. It wasn’t often we did hear music, come to think of it.”

Music was what had calmed him during those nights of wondering about his own parents. His father.

Once, Luke coming for a visit had been a source of excitement, a time when Ben would know that he could not only let himself fully immerse in the Force but he could show off what he could do without anyone looking at him with poorly concealed fear or almost reverential awe, or some awful mix of the two.

But Luke, oh everyone looked at him with just plain reverence, and they didn’t seem to scared of Ben, and even if they still were Luke wasn’t, and it was a reprieve from that constant prickling at the back of his head that made him so aware of how others perceived him.

And then he’d been sent here, with Luke, the hero, because his parents couldn’t bare to keep him around anymore. It made it hard to keep loving his uncle. It made it hard to keep loving his parents (but he did, down, deep in his heart where he could sometimes pretend it didn’t ache for them).

And now he was listening to this stupid music -- “How did you figure it out?” he asked, finally, picking at a torn cuticle as he continued to project utter disinterest. In a way meant to also project just how annoyed he was by it all.

#uiscefios: luke

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“I take it you don’t like the music?”

He spoke loudly but only to be heard over the music. Luke would think it was a teaching moment. In a roundabout way, yeah, he was leading up to that big revelation. He always had his own teachers in his mind, even if the time had been frighteningly brief. He just wanted Ben to think about the Force…differently.

Something that could flow through you. The notes unique, sometimes clashing, and not one individual thing. Open to all, even if some are better at playing. Did he choose the most interesting band to show this lesson?

Yes.

“It’s colorful, but if you give it a chance, you might change your mind.”

“No.” It had been a bad day already, after a bad night, and Ben was in no mood for his uncle being weird about music. Not even good music at that. (It reminded him of the kind of music that would blast when his dad would turn on the Falcon, only for him to muter under his breath and change it to something with more of an edge, but not quite. Not quite Ben’s music either, but so laced with thoughts of Han that Ben couldn’t find it in himself to hate it as much as he wanted to.)

So he pouted, sullen and tired. “Or you could just change it to something I like,” he suggested with the air of a teenager convinced that he would just be told to suck it up and he’d learn to like it.

Well, good luck to Luke with that.

#uiscefios: luke

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Rey’s chest still lifted and fell rapidly as she lifted her hazel’s to look him in the eyes. Turning her gaze back to the windows she felt her heart sink and her heart pulled in different directions. “I…” she hesitated, she could feel the force swirling around them like an uncharted storm. How many times could he have killed her but he hadn’t, clearly that meant that there was more to him that met the eye. “Actions speak louder than words.”

His lips pursed, hurt surging through him when she didn’t immediately say yes. Hurt threatened to turn to anger, and his free hand flexed by his side. “If you believe that then come with me,” he urged again. He had thought that she had trusted him; she’d come to the First Order, after all. “Unless you expect me to use the Force to stop the ships from attacking.”

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“Now I’m not looking for absolution Forgiveness for the things I do But before you come to any conclusions Try walking in my shoes.”

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"You said you would spare them if I came with you!"

“And I will.” His hand tightened around hers. He didn’t believe she would lie to him – everyone else it seemed a matter of course, but Rey had always been sharply frank. He wouldn’t give her anything but the same respect. “I can only do so much from here. Stop fighting and come with me.”

His steps paused, and he looked at her, expression closed off. “Don’t you believe me?”

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