-With all respect, Vice President.- The young woman daringly stood in her pod, her silvery and greenish robe floating on her slender figure. Around her and her delegation, hundreds of people were shouting and yelling against her motion and her sharp judgment.
She didn’t increase her voice, claiming pretentious rights; she waited to go on instead. A feral pride shone in her hazel eyes as she repeated herself. -With all respect, Vice President.- That time, the crowd felt silent instantly. A silent thunder of power had been crackling in the Galactic Congress; only few people could describe what happened just the second before. It seemed just two of them was there, right in the Chamber: one in a more responsive way of the second. The young Senator smiled a little but soon her refined facade came back on her freckled, delicate features. -I will not stay silent, milords and miladies. I wasn’t elected after a such bloody war to don’t report what ’s still happening in my System. I’m ready to call a vote of no confidence against the Senate’s delegates if would necessary.- A gloved hand rose up, followed by a husky whisper to one of his advisor. -Who’s that girl?- -The former Captain of the Ahch-To Rebellion, my Lord- he answered, flaring his nostrils to make clear his disdain for a such insolent behavior. -She was elected just one month ago and now she is in Coruscant leading a small group of insolents with a petition against the Trade Federation.- The tall man still seated on his throne at the center of the podium. Beside his quite stare, anger and frustration was running in his chest. Arrogant brat. -If I remember correct, I let that Rebellion to win.- His tone was sultry, polite. His voice was deep, feral. This was the Emperor’s voice. The voice of command, the only one capable to summon fear and respect in his subjects. -Ahch-To System plays an important role in the Empire’s strategies. Without that planet an its government, the Force could never exists. Without the Force, even its Dark Side, the side where our power lay, could barely survive in the Galaxy.- -I know, my Lord but the Trade Federation claims- - Emperor Kylo Ren moved his stare on his first advisor. Dark shadows clouded his brown eyes, while his hand was starting to clutch in a menacing fist. The throat of that pathetic creature sudden dried; the Emperor could felt that harsh sensation under his fingers. That was the power of his family. His mother had it. His uncle had it. He had it too. Even that sparkling flame of energy below his eyes brought the first, raw Force glimmer. She was the real reason he let that far, remote Rebellion to win against the Trade’s Viceroy. He felt her presence for years, a churning, elusive flame lost in the starry abyss of the Core. She sang with no songs during his longing meditation hours, during his training. She whispered with no certain words in his dreams, followed him to a bleak dawn of dull, constant starvation. The most powerful and fearful man in the Galaxy, heir of legends, was without something so important to don’t need a name, a face, a voice. She was in everything in his life, deep in the absence she made day by day. Her name burst in his mind when General Phasma, one oh his most valuable soldier, reported about the turmoil exploded in the Ahch-To System as a consequence of a beginning invasion against the pacific people on the principal planet. Rey. He saw her fight, he saw her dream, he saw her protecting a gigantic, underground tree, with a solemn grey trunk and thousands of black, tangled branches dipped in a vast, vaulted rock ceiling. He called her and now she was there. Beautiful, daring. -Let her to speak- he commanded, his eyes intent on her raised right hand. All he wanted now was touch that fingers, thrill under the warm sensation of her skin brush against his.
-But… my Lord…- -I said: let. her. to. speak.- (Yeah, remember that part when I say “English is not my first language but blahblahblah” ?... Well. I did it again. It begun with some sketches on my notebook and it became a- moment. A Reylo moment, of course. To the trashcan and beyond!)