Rey wasn’t sure what she believed about the Force, but it seemed like it was the only thing that could save them now.
The planet was crumbling around them, the entire base shaking as the First Order’s weapon charged again. And where was Rey? At the center of it all, hanging off the edge of a long, thin bridge in the exact area the Rebellion needed to blow up in order to destroy the weapon before it destroyed them.
Kylo Ren towered over her as she clung to the bridge, her arms burning in a way they never had, even on her hardest days scavenging in Jakku. She didn’t know how much longer she could hold on, but falling wasn’t an option. Not like this.
Han had been on this bridge only moments before speaking to his son, but Rey had darted in and confronted Kylo just in time to prevent him from skewering his father with his light saber. She’d warned Han to run, to start setting off the charges if he had to, while she dealt with Kylo.
She was untrained and it had shown in the fight. Kylo Ren knew what he was doing, and he capitalized on her weakness to toss her over the side of the bridge, although not completely. He didn’t want to kill her, or so he was shouting now. He wanted to teach her. And she would be lying to say she wasn’t considering it, when the alternative was falling to her death.
“Fine! I’ll let you teach me,” she finally spat to him as her grip began to slip. She was seconds away from falling and needed to come up with a new plan for survival, fast.
That seemed to be the trick. Once she agreed, Kylo Ren pulled her back up onto the bridge and they headed back to the landing together. As soon as they were both on solid ground, though, she activated her light saber again and swiped it toward his face. It caught him along the jaw and made him stumble back, just catching himself on the safety railing and buying herself, Finn, Han, and Chewie enough time to get out of there.
“Get back to the Falcon!” she shouted and grabbed Han, who was the closest, giving him a slight push toward the exit to get him moving.