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Rey lay tensely in the tiny escape pod as it was pulled into Snoke's ship. She was armed, not just with a lightsaber but with the certain knowledge that Ben Solo could, would, be saved. That he was worth saving.
Her pod slid to a halt, and she saw Ben's dark face looking down at her. He turned away, and she saw who else was waiting for her to leave the pod.
Two stormtroopers, and they bore something unpleasantly familiar in their armored hands. Brass and purple, gold and chains and collar: the metal bikini of a Tatooine slave girl.