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THE FORCE AWAKENS

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Conflict simmers between the

REPUBLIC and the sinister

FIRST ORDER, which has

arisen from the ashes of the Empire.

With her government unwilling

to fight another war, General

Leia Organa leads the brave

RESISTANCE to oppose the

First Order.

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On Jakku, Leia's most daring

agent, and the First Order's

top enforcers are racing to

finding clues to the whereabouts

to Luke Skywalker, who has

vanished. Whoever finds him

first, will determine the fate

of the galaxy.

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Unbeknownst to all parties,

elsewhere on the planet, is a

DIFFERENT Luke Skywalker,

his fiancé Mara Jade,

and their trusty companion

R2D2, who have just escaped the

enigmatic HAND OF THRAWN,

only to find themselves crashing

on a strange new world….

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A sinkhole ate the remains of their ship.

The part of Jedi Master Luke Skywalker which remained a pilot, mourned the loss of the fine craft. Plus, its hybrid design could have been informative to the New Republic as well. Of more immediate and serious concern was how they were apparently now stranded on a desert world.

Ever practical, his fiancé Mara Jade, Trader and newly minted Jedi Knight, was digging through the limited packs they had managed to grab as they scrambled out of the wreck. Her motions were sharp with understandable frustration. Beside them, the Droid R2-D2 was making mournful sounds as he considered their fates. While Artoo may not be as pessimistic as C-3PO, Luke's trusty companion was not a fan of traveling through sand dunes.

To be fair, Luke would also have been fine with never stepping foot on another desert planet ever again.

Closing his eyes, Luke made himself useful like a proper Jedi Master by taking a deep breath and stretching out. Letting himself find the proper pattern of mind, body, and spirit as he sank into the endless ocean of energy which bound the whole universe together.

The Force.

Images swirled through his mind, except this time they were . . . different. A sensation of confusion filled him, except . . .

"What's wrong?" asked Mara when she sensed he was done. Their newly forged Force Bond making her aware of what he was feeling.

"I don't know," admitted with a tinge of worry. "I got a sensation of guidance from the Force, only it was muted. Except it wasn't like before when I wasn't using the Force properly. It was almost as if the problem was with the Force, not me."

Raising one eyebrow over a striking green eye, Mara dryly said, "Well, that's concerning, even without considering what happened to us."

They had been traveling back to New Republic space when all of a sudden hyperspace had become warped in ways none of them had even heard of before. Turning all colours of the rainbow, while twisting and curving at an alarming rate until they were spat out right over this planet, coming down too fast for them to land. It took all of Luke's considerable piloting skills for them to survive.

To say nothing of how the Force had felt during that whole experience. Rumbling against them with a sense of warning and almost anticipation?

These memories and thoughts were shared between them at a rapid pace before they retreated back to their individual minds.

"We need to find shelter first," declared Luke, having grown up on Tatooine. Closing his eyes again, he used a Jedi trick to flawlessly review his short-term memories of them coming down on the planet, almost like it was a vid. There! He pointed in one direction, "I glimpsed a settlement that way," he said.

"Hopefully we can get a ship or holo relay post there," she said. Grimacing a little, "How far away?"

Her tough, skin-tight jumpsuit and long red-gold hair were not exactly suited for the journey ahead of them. Obviously, it would not kill her, and in fact she had endured far worse during her childhood training as the Emperor's Hand, one of Emperor Palpatine's personal secret assassins. She was merely upset at having to overcome more obstacles and delays. Getting off of Nirauan had pushed her and Luke to the limit, and now they had this new challenge to deal with. To say nothing of how they had only just become engaged less than a day ago, and were hoping to have the time to enjoy that! Fortunately they had managed to get some sleep beforehand, and thanks to Jedi Healing Trances, were fully recovered.

The bigger concern was how R2D2 was carrying Thrawn's personal copy of the Caamas Document. The recent reveal of how the Bothans had been responsible for the near-genocide of the Caamas, legendary pacifists and diplomats whom even warrior races respected, was currently tearing the New Republic apart. From what Luke told her, while some species were using the revelation as a pretext to settle old grudges, others were genuinely upset about the discovery and willing to resort to violence to acquire 'justice.' The actual opinions of the surviving Caamasi were being ignored by this point as civil war threatened to break out in their names.

"A few hours at most," answered Luke.

Briefly it flashed across his mind how he could use the Force to pull the ship out of the sinkhole. From what he had seen, the vehicle had been mostly intact enough. He bet it could be easily repaired so that they could fly to the settlement, thus saving them a dangerous hike through an unknown desert. He promptly dismissed the thought, recognizing it as another symptom of one of the bad habits he had gotten into over the years.

While Luke was capable of immense power with the Force, it came at the price of making so much 'noise' that he spent too many years deafened to the true guidance of the Force—the most precious gift to a Jedi. Luke's sporadic education helped explain this shortcoming, but thickheaded stubbornness had also kept him from listening to those who had tried to warn him. People who had grown increasingly concerned. Especially after his reckless and near-suicidal brush with the Dark Side nine years ago. Thankfully, recently he had figured out enough on his own that Mara decided he was finally willing to listened, and talked some sense into him, explaining the rest of what he needed to understand.

Here and now? The three of them could make the journey across the sands, and they were all skilled and experienced enough to handle whatever they faced.

Sensing Mara's approval of his conscious choice —and when this all settled down, they really needed to sit down and meditate over and discuss their new connection; among a host of other topics— the Jedi Master took one of the bags from her.

"Alright, shouldn't be too bad, right?"

"Always the optimist," sighed Mara, while Artoo gave a rude blurp.

Nevertheless, they headed on off.

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Despite the rather pressing personal issues they needed to address sooner rather than later, neither Luke nor Mara talked in any way as they walked through the desert. They needed to save their energy, and keep alert as neither knew what particular dangers lurked on this alien world.

Luke had not survived Tatooine to die on a different desert planet, and Mara was offended at the very idea of her perishing in a place like this after all she had been through.

Finally, they rose over one sand-dune and took in the sight of the settlement. To their experienced eyes, more of a small outpost really. Likely less than a hundred people, and instead of proper homes, they made do with sheets of canvas to make awnings.

"I see several ships," noted Mara.

"Same," said Luke. "Of course we don't have any credits on us."

"Guess we'll have to cash in on your pretty face and reputation," she smiled.

"After the wedding, will I be able to stop worrying about you selling me off?" he bantered back.

"Hmm, your sister and the New Republic would probably be the highest buyers at this point. Especially if it meant she could lock you someplace where she could keep an eye on you," she mused, "without you gallivanting off all over the galaxy at the drop of a credit chit."

"Really? I thought you might want me to join you for your own gallivanting?"

Those words made Mara drop her grin as she became contemplative. "That's one of the things we'll have to discuss," she pointed out. After all, she was the second-in-command to the most powerful and influential smuggler chief and independent info broker in Known Space, while he was the Jedi Master of the Jedi Praxeum. Obviously there would be a significant conflict between their two job schedules and commitments, among other things, which they needed to find a solution to. Even with her recent elevation to Jedi Knight (a few hours ago, and no, nepotism was not involved), it was going to be tricky to make it work.

Make it work just between the two of them of course, so they were both happy. Those people who would inevitably take exception to their relationship could go space themselves.

Understanding they would talk about this again later, Luke let himself merge with the Force again. "A little clearer," he said after a few minutes. "Unfortunately something is still wrong."

They made good time getting down to the wide, flat region surrounding the small settlement. Drawing closer, they both felt a familiar nudge —if fainter than the norm— towards the ships.

"Maybe one of Karrde's ships?" offered Mara, referring to her boss.

"Maybe," echoed Luke. Deciding they were close enough now, he used the Force to enhance his vision, only to momentarily fail to believe what he saw.

His shock and joy reverberating down their bond, Mara did the same and her lips quirked into a small grin at the sight.

Unmistakable even from this angle and with all that dirt and grime, and even the Force cried out in confirmation.

The Millennium Falcon!

Both of them reached out with the Force now, with the same results. "The Falcon," at which R2D2 gave a squeal of joy, "but no sign of Solo," muttered Mara with a touch of concern. "That's never a good sign."

Without being prompted, R2D2 deployed his scanner to see if he could pick up anything to figure out what had happened to Han.

"But we'll be able to use the holocom unit while waiting for him to get back," said Luke with a lopsided grin.

Only for R2D2 to screech in alarm.

"What is it, Artoo?" asked Luke, only for something to reach his ears.

Snapping their heads up in dismay, both Jedi heard the familiar and unwanted sound of incoming Imperial TIE Fighters.

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They ran full pelt for the settlement, Artoo straining to keep up.

Connecting with the link between them, Luke and Mara exchanged observations fast as thought.

The TIE's were strafing the outpost, and by the pattern of their flight were specifically targeting someone specifically who was staying just ahead of the starfighters.

To the Jedi's experienced eyes, the way the craft were being handled practically screamed those were professionally trained pilots, if badly inexperienced. Coming in too low and fast to really hit anything, taking too long looping around, and from what could be sensed from the minds of the pilots, they were being totally serious; so these were genuine errors, rather than a case of them playing with their prey.

While the starfighters themselves were based on the traditional TIE Fighter, they were clearly a new model neither were familiar with. From the Hand of Thrawn? No, they refused to believe the Grand Admiral's closest followers would be so sloppy in terms of either piloting, or completing a mission. This sort of senseless violence resembled more the regular Empire's tactics from during the height of the Civil War.

I'll take the dorsal turret in the Falcon, said Mara into their Force Bond.

Briefly Luke considered helping out more, having used the Force to fly the ship and man the turrets at the same time in perfect synchronization during the Battle of Dathomir, but that most likely fell squarely under 'Overusing the Force.'

Probably, she wryly agreed as she caught what he was thinking.

Whoever they're after, they're headed the same way we are, noted Luke. Specifically, the wide, open field where various starships were parked. So whoever is trying to run, they're probably inexperienced at this if they think they can take off in a ship while being fired upon. Of course, if they get too close then we'll be in the same position.

The TIE's destroying a grounded ship added weight to his words.

Luke and Mara were coming up on the Falcon from the rear when he realized whoever was being hunted were doing the same from the front.

Both parties came around the ship to the entrance hatch at the exact same time, briefly coming to a halt.

It was almost a strange reflection really.

A man and a woman with a Droid.

The young man was dark-skinned like Lando, if clearly more fit, and their dapper friend would readily claim he would rather be dead than caught wearing such a drab outfit. Panic blazed off of him.

The woman was barely out of her teens, and also afraid, except she controlled it with a steely focus. She half-raised her metal staff in readiness to use it.

Their orange and white Droid was coming up right behind the pair, and was an unusual design as its main body was a sphere which rolled to give movement.

Before the woman could attack them, Luke gave a quick smile and gestured to the open ramp, "C'mon, let's go!"

Without waiting for a response, he ran aboard, with Mara right behind him. The other two only briefly hesitated in joining them, the droids coming up last.

Despite his long easy strides, Luke was deeply concerned. Han would never leave the ship's ramp open like that. A thousand memories assaulted him though, confirming this was the Millennium Falcon.

Agreed, Mara thought back, while simultaneously she barked to the strangers how she would take the top turret, and that someone had to close the hatch once the Droids were aboard. The unknown man said he would handle it, while the woman followed Luke. Mara also yelled to the man where the gunnery positions were, so he could take the belly turret.

"This ship yours!?" yelled the man.

"No," the woman answered for Luke. "This ship hasn't flown in years!"

Luke Skywalker, Jedi Master and founder of the reborn Jedi Order, the man who had fought and triumphed in a thousand different battles . . . stumbled.

YEARS!?

Shock and confusion rushed through him until he shoved it all aside. Right now he had to worry about surviving the next few minutes.

Meanwhile, the woman ran around him and bested him to the cockpit, throwing herself into the pilot's seat. "I can do this, I can do this," she muttered, as she threw switches to activate the ship.

Distantly Luke noted she seemed surprisingly comfortable with such an . . . exotic ship. The Falcon had been so consistently modified, overhauled, and torn apart and put back together over the years, even veteran pilots tended to be confused as to how to handle her for the first time. Just like how Han loved his one true love after Leia.

Joining her in the co-pilot seat, Luke immediately helped her stabilize the engines, working both around and with her surprisingly seamlessly. He also noted there had been some strange changes to the dashboard which Han would be lethally offended about. He was also raising shields as fast as he could because the TIE's were coming around and opening fire—

And missed?

Laser fire impacted several meters away, with the engines only igniting and shields raising after they flew over.

As relieved as Luke was that they were all still alive, the pilot within him was nearly offended. Well, at the very least they were dealing with subpar enemies. Given how both he and Mara were present, this should be straightforward enough.

With Luke correcting any errors the 'captain' made, their take-off was relatively smooth. Including the TIE's missing again on another pass.

They were aimed straight for space, when the young man called into the ship intercom, "Stay low! Stay low!"

"What?" Luke answered back.

"Stay low!" he repeated. "It confuses their tracking!"

Well at least somebody knows something about those ships, mused Mara. "Sounds like we've got a plan," she said aloud into the intercom.

The ship spun around to head back to the surface. In the background, Luke could hear the Droids being thrown about by the acrobatics, and sent them a silent apology.

The two TIE's were coming right behind them, and with improved marksmanship. Apparently, their training had been more thorough for anti-starfighter actions. No matter.

With steely satisfaction, Mara's first shot took one of the Eyeball's dead center.

"Whoo! Nice shot!" yelled the unknown man.

The Falcon continued to bank and swerve with growing assurance from their 'captain,' while Luke redirected the shields so they were strongest aft.

"Taking us anywhere in particular?" asked Luke, making a few more adjustments to the controls.

"There's a downed Star Destroyer up ahead," she said, frowning a bit in concentration. "I know its insides well. I can fly us through."

She's as crazy as a Rogue, was Luke's first thought. His second was, Oh. My.

For here and now something was slipping off of her, and revealing what was hidden below:

The Force.

This young woman was Force Sensitive, and she burned like a sun with it. Is this how people sense me? he wondered with awe. Except Luke had felt nothing until she had started piloting and desperately needed the guidance of the Force. Moreover, he could tell she had been hiding it instinctively, from an unconscious need to cloak herself. Exactly as his sister Leia had when she was an Imperial Senator right under the noses of the Emperor and their father. Which of course means she felt compelled to hide herself. Why?

Deep down, Luke was strongly confident that, yes, this mystery woman could successfully fly her ship through what was apparently the gutted wreckage of Star Destroyer. A whole graveyard of ships even. In fact, a part of him really wanted to do so right now for the sheer thrill of watching her do it.

Unfortunately for his inner pilot, and perhaps fortunately for his life expectancy, Mara got in another bullseye and warranted the matter moot with another kill.

With that, the Falcon headed straight for space.

"Nice flying," praised Luke.

"Thanks!" she grinned, still high on adrenaline. "That was amazing help and your friend she's an incredible shot! How'd you do that?"

"Experience," Luke said. "Where'd you learn to fly?"

"I've flown some ships," she said excitedly, "but I've never left the planet before."

"Wow!" he said with genuine surprise. "Even more impressive!" Inside, he was even more shocked. This was her first time seriously flying!? Well, now Luke could appreciate more how those veteran pilots had thought about him flying at the Battle of Yavin IV!

He was about to start asking some serious questions when she jumped out of her seat to head back and see the others.

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I'll question our new acquaintances to figure out what's going on, Mara sent Luke through their link. As concerned as he was about the growing weirdness of their new situation, somebody had to be responsible and man the cockpit a little longer. Plus, the number of questions were mounting at an alarming rate, and Mara hated to display ignorance. Taking a subtler approach should provide a better context before they got down to the main issue. Reluctantly Luke agreed, and she released their connection.

Her fellow gunner had raced down to see his friend, "That was some incredible flying!" he gushed. Turning to Mara they both said at once, "That was amazing shooting!"

Smiling, Mara was about to say something when the woman went on enthusiastically, "Your shots were dead on!"

"Perfect!"

Seeing the duo like this, along with hints of how rough their lives had been even before fleeing for their lives from TIEs, confirmed for Mara she should start as friendly as possible. Especially when dealing with such a strong and unknown Force Sensitive. Sweetly and with none of her characteristic cutting wit, she said, "You two make an excellent team. I'd be happy to fly with you again." Both kids —yep, definitely kids—were nearly bouncing in place at the praise, beaming for all they were worth.

A nervous chirping sound in an unfamiliar tone heralded the arrival of the other Droid, with Artoo right behind and making an annoyed blurping noise.

The girl kneeled down in front of her Droid with a tenderness Mara had not seen outside of the Skywalker-Solo clan, and said, "You're ok. He's with the Resistance." The Droid swiveled its head to look at the man, who looked away guiltily. Oblivious, the girl gently continued, "He's going to get you home. We both will."

Covertly, Mara took a harder look at the man. She had already noticed his military bearing and gait, yet with such a bad sabaac-face he was no spy. Certainly not somebody she would send on a covert mission. Although he was clearly familiar with those disgraceful pilots who had been shooting at them. Honestly! Back in the days of the Empire, Vader would have skipped killing those 'pilots' for incompetence, and gone on to hunt down and execute for treason the so-called 'teachers' who had graduated them!

Standing up, the girl stared for a long moment at the man before saying, "I don't know your names."

“Mara,” she simply says.

"Finn," he managed. "What's yours?"

"I'm Rey," and there's something in that expression which rings alarm bells for Mara. This girl is far too earnest to make a connection here with a man she has apparently only just met to be healthy. Especially not in someone as Force Sensitive as Rey. Young, maybe not beautiful with that dirty, windblown face, and plain if sturdy clothes, but with cheekbones which make her striking, and apparently a diverse array of skills. Overall, this should not be a person drowning in loneliness.

Except Rey is.

It screams through the Force.

Oh shavit, Mara mentally sighs. Given where we found her, I wonder if she's even heard of the Force? Farm boy's going to have his hands full keeping this one's head on straight.

Unfortunately, Mara then remembered that she is a Jedi Knight now too, which means it will be her responsibility as well.

Finn looked like he was coming to a decision, and Mara was quickly trying to decide whether or not she should interrupt his confession when steam burst up through the deck.

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In orbit over the planet the Millennium Falcon had just escaped, was the Star Destroyer, Finalizer, the flagship of the First Order.

The personal warship of perhaps the three most important members of the military, barring the Supreme Leader himself.

Visibly nervous, Lieutenant Mitaka approached one of those leaders who was staring at a computer display in one of the rooms near the bridge. "Sir. We were unable to acquire the Droid on Jakku."

Slowly the dark figure turned his head look at him. Tall, and wearing a strange helmet so alien in nature Lieutenant Mitaka could not even describe it. He knew what it was meant to resemble though, or rather who it was to make the wielder resemble:

Darth Vader.

The ultimate hero and enforcer of the old Empire which had brought peace and security to the galaxy until the terroristic 'Republic' had torn it all down.

Lieutenant Mitaka had grown up with tales of the glories of the Empire, and it was the First Order's destiny to rebuild and improve upon that greatness.

Alas, Mitaka felt no sense of glory right now though. Only terror for the First Order's own sinister chief enforcer:

Kylo Ren.

Taking comfort in his training, the lieutenant went on, "It escaped capture aboard a stolen Corellian YT model freighter." Unfortunately that was a very common design.

"The Droid . . ." Kylo Ren slowly said, helmet vocoder adding an inhuman edge to his skepticism, with a definite sense of warning there. "Stole a freighter."

"Not exactly, sir. It had help."

Slowly Kylo Ren came about to face the man head-on, his silence aptly communicating his displeasure. As well as how Lieutenant Mitaka's life depended upon whatever he said next.

"We have no confirmation, but we believe FN-2187 may have been helped in the escape—"

A red lightsaber ignited in Kylo Ren's hand, a unique one. It had a crossguard of two smaller blades, which like the main one crackled with fiery instability.

Flinching Lieutenant Mitaka looked away so he would not see the death blow, yet Kylo Ren turned his rage upon the computer console he had been examining earlier. Again and again, he lashed at it, cutting burning scars through it.

Rage burns through the Darksider at the thought of his failure. For that accursed Droid held the last piece of the map to discover Luke Skywalker, the last Jedi and greatest threat to the First Order. And himself.

Compounding it all, that traitorous Stormtrooper FN-2187 was responsible for it all. How dare he betray his betters!?

After an eternity the rampage is over, and Kylo Ren manages, "Anything else?"

Despite a part of him wanting to lie, the hapless underling mustered his courage, "The two were accompanied by a girl."

Something crackling within him at those words, Kylo Ren snapped around to reach out with one hand and the Force grabs his victim around the throat to pull him through the air and right into the grip of his black glove. "What girl?" he demanded of the choking, gasping man with malignant interest.

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Of course, it being the Millennium Falcon and all, the ship shortly broke down.

As much as Luke burned to begin questioning the mystery woman about what she said earlier —he should really get her name— getting the repairs started took priority. There could be other pursuers, and they were still in the same system. Fortunately he knew from experience that the particular pitch to the alarms, and which lights on the dashboard were flickering, that this meant the necessary repairs were relatively minor. They had taken no damage from the TIE's after all, so it was likely just a consequence of the ship lying abandoned in the desert. For years.

Yes, he definitely needed an explanation for that. Followed by who was shooting at the trio and then Luke and Co. The navicomputer said the planet was named Jakku, which he did not recognize, and it was also taking so long to tell him where Jakku was located, it would be easier to simply ask their new acquaintances. Clearly Han’s regular navicomputer had been replaced with an inferior version. Once they figured that out, he could set a hyperspace course and get them somewhere safe for a longer chat.

Except throughout all of this, an unpleasant and utterly impossible idea was bubbling at the back of his head.

With a clenching gut he suspected the young woman was at least right the Falcon had been abandoned for some time. He had just seen the ship not too long ago, and yet now it was clearly more . . . worn than it had been then. Amounts of dust, dirt, and outright grime which would take at least months to accumulate.

First things first though, he set the auto-pilot so the ship would continue its course, and began the navicomputer's initial calculations for hyperspace travel. Then with resigned if nostalgic familiarity, he left the cockpit and turned the corner to help, only to discover that instead of Mara having already begun the repairs, it was the very lady he wants to question. Heedless of the steam rising up about her, she has already raised the deck grating to lower herself below to figure out what was wrong. Her companion had the unmistakable look of a man with little experience at ship mechanics, and Mara was choosing not to interfere with Han's ship right now, which was fine to Luke since they both knew how protective the owner was of it.

So Luke went to grab the tool kit, only to have to scrounge around for two minutes since it was not where Han and Chewie usually stored it. "Why put it over here?" he complained, totally out of character for the image of a serene and venerable Jedi Master.

Knowing how much the Falcon was home to him, and what she would have done to anyone who moved stuff around in the Jade Fire without her permission —ignoring the pain of loss at what it had represented— Mara chose to hold off the teasing. For now.

"I'm Finn by the way," the man managed.

"Rey!" called up the woman from where she was already underneath the deck making repairs. "I need—" Already sensing what she wanted, Luke sat down on the grating beside the access hatch, and passed down a Harris wrench. "Thanks," she said with surprise.

"How bad is it?" Mara said before Luke could introduce himself.

"Minor," Luke assured her.

"Can we fly without doing this then?" pipes up Finn. "They're hunting for us now, we gotta get outta this system!"

Having spent years in familiar desperate straits with the Falcon and unable to leave like they wanted, Luke could only shrug. "This hyperdrive is temperamental. Best to be check everything's working properly first. Besides, we haven't decided where we're going yet."

Head popping up, Rey said, "That's right. BB-8 said the location of the Resistance Base is 'need to know.' If I'm taking you there, I need to know!"

She went back down before catching the indecision flitting across Finn's face until he caught a look at Luke. "You two are with the Resistance, right? What with how you shot down those First Order ships?"

Not recognizing either name, Luke realized that stalling was off the table now, and he and Mara had to grab the Bantha by the horns. "I'm sorry, but first I've got to ask a strange question. What's the Resistance? And where is Jakku?"

Finn blinked in silent confusion, leaving it to Rey to answer. "Jakku's nowhere, and the members of the Resistance are freedom fighters opposing the First Order!"

"And what's the First Order?" Luke said.

"Uhm," now Finn was looking a bit suspicious, "you know, the reborn Empire? Emerged about a year ago from the Unknown Regions to encompass a lot of Core worlds?"

Luke and Mara stared at him blankly.

"The Republic won't fight them," explained Rey, "so it's the Resistance doing it, like the old Rebel Alliance."

Slowly Luke and Mara turned to look at each other, a growing dread filling through them. Linking once more, they rapidly exchanged observations and thoughts until they came to a very uncomfortable possibility.

Coughing into his fist, Luke reluctantly asked, "What year is it?"

The other two were too befuddled by the apparent non sequitur to answer, prompting Luke to try a different tack. "How many years since the first Death Star was destroyed?"

Rey was quiet, so Finn slowly said, "Thirty years."

Thirty.

Not nineteen.

"Emperor's black bones," Mara softly cursed as their worst fears were confirmed, while R2 wailed and shook.

They had traveled forward through time!

Slowly, Luke reached up to pinch his brow. Eleven years. So much could have happened in the meantime. Were his students alright? The New Republic?

What about his friends like Lando, Wedge, Tycho, Wes, Hobbie, Coran, Kam, and all the rest?

Han? Leia? Their kids Jacen, Jaina, and Anakin?

Dark possibilities crept from the depths of his mind. How without the copy of the Caamas Document he and Mara had stolen from the Hand of Thrawn, it was possible the New Republic had torn itself apart. Or at least enough for the Imperial Remnant to reform and rebrand itself back into a major galactic power. Especially if some of the Core Worlds and their advanced economies had joined up.

"No wonder the Falcon was abandoned," he moaned. "Who knows what Han's been up to, keeping everybody else afloat."

Trying to keep the rest of the Republic and all they fought and sacrificed for from collapsing, and the ensuing battles, would certainly explain how his brother-in-law had lost track of his ship —he was alive, Luke knew it!— and why he had been too busy to get it back again.

Goodness knows, Han would tear entire star systems apart to get the Falcon back, and frankly he had the contacts, resourcefulness, and utter Han-ness to pull it off. Throw in Chewie and Leia at the man's back, and Luke would rather take on the Death Star again than pick a fight with him!

"Han?"

"Oh sorry, Han Solo. He's the real owner of this ship."

"Han Solo the smuggler?" gasped Rey. "This is his ship!?"

"Han Solo the war hero," said a shocked Finn.

"The first one," said Luke, knowing which title his best friend preferred.

"Definitely the first," Mara cheekily agreed, before sobering up. "We're friends of his. Close ones. But we had a hyperdrive malfunction, and only just reached Jakku before crashing on it." Perfectly true if omitting some important little details. They were not going to try and convince complete strangers about time travel though.

"What about Leia? Leia Solo?" asked Luke.

BB-8 twittered out a musical answer which lifted Luke's heart. "He says she's a general and the head of the Resistance, fighting against the First Order!"

Because of course she was. Nothing could keep his sister down!

"So how do you two fit in?" asked Mara. "Why’re the First Order after you?" From what Rey said earlier, it was probably related to the Droid, although alternatively it could be because the girl's potential had been discovered and misunderstood what was happening.

"We need to get Beebee-ate to General Solo," answered Rey.

During all this, Finn was trying to figure out what he needed to do next. His best bet of getting out of this without Rey learning he had lied to her, was somehow getting a moment in private with BB-8 to convince the Droid to work with him and tell Rey where they needed to go. Unfortunately, he had no idea what to do now with these two strangers and their own Droid. "Now hold on," he stalled, crossing his arms over his chest, "how do we know we can trust you? After all, we can't risk the First Order following us back."

"Farm Boy," interrupted Mara with a piercing yet amused look, "you haven't introduced yourself."

"Oh, right," her fiancé blinked in surprise. Aunt Beru and Leia would scold him for his lack of manners. "My name's Luke Skywalker. Jedi Master Luke Skywalker.

BB-8 shrieked in utter surprise, while Rey was so shocked at the revelation she missed Finn blanching in outright terror.

Luke Skywalker!? The one-man the First Order hated and feared the most!? Finn was dead, so very, very dead! There was no way this man bought his lies about the Resistance! The Jedi Master had probably already torn the truth from Finn's mind without him even knowing, and was planning to kill him for being a Stormtrooper and daring to try and trick him!

Luke and Mara politely ignored Finn's reaction, knowing that not everybody loved the Jedi, especially after all of Palpatine's years of propaganda. Besides, even perfectly fine people could have bouts of guilt over trivial things if they suddenly bumped into a regular law enforcement officer or bounty hunter. Would not be the first time Luke went through this, and definitely not the last.

Although they should probably do something before the poor man had a full-blown panic attack.

"Wait, Beebee-ate," Rey said skeptically. "Can you confirm?"

The little droid rolled forward, adjusting his photoreceptor for second to really picture Luke, while comparing the face to records. A second later, he was squealing again in surprise, but also joy as he confirmed the organic's story.

"You were right, Finn!" gasped Rey, pulling herself out of the grating. "He really is real!"

It was just like out of the stories, the legendary hero returning when things were darkest to fight against evil!

"Real?" repeated Mara in surprise. Eleven years of absence seemed a bit short for that to be in doubt.

"Until today, I thought you were a myth!"

Luke blushed a bit in embarrassment at that.

Suddenly something clicked in Finn's mind, and he started to become angry. "Where were you!?" he demanded. Thinking of the villagers all executed in the hunt for this man. Poe Dameron, his first friend and only one besides Rey, the one to give a Stormtrooper only known before as FN-2187 a real name, also killed during this search. A hunt for a man casually standing here as if nothing terrible was happening because of him. While rationally a hyperdrive malfunction did help explain his absence, Finn was too raw for such introspection right now. "Don't you know how badly the First Order has been looking for the map to find you!? What they've done!? Who they’ve killed!?"

"That's what Beebee-ate's carrying?" clarified Luke, with the Droid moving back and forth a little, before nodding its dome in confirmation.

"I'm sorry people have been hurt over me," Luke said regretfully. "We don't know what happened. We really were trying to get back to the Republic when all of a sudden we found ourselves crashing on that planet. We—"

Pausing, Luke stared off into nothing.

"Huh? What!?" snapped Finn, only for Luke to hold up a finger to make him wait. Then smiled.

Mara followed suit as now she too felt a familiar sensation approaching them. Familiar minds.

"Well," grinned Luke, "I think things just got a lot easier."

The two younger people looked at him in confusion while he pointed up. "Han and Chewie are just arriving now. We should go comm them before they get any wrong ideas about who's flying around in their ship."

Chapter Text

Jakku System

"Finally," growled Han, fighting against hope. On the sensors of his and Chewie's freighter Eravana, was a ship which he knew was their precious Millennium Falcon. Time to steal back their home.

"Now for the moment of truth," Han muttered, and Chewie began punching in the Falcon's override code into the com, when it beeped to indicate they had an incoming message.

Han turned to glance at Chewie. "Well," he drawled, "should we hear what the thieves have to say?"

Chewie rumbled an observation in Shyriiwook, and he nodded. "Yeah, alright. Just keep an eye out for them trying to send anything cute back." The Wookiee merely raised an unimpressed eyebrow.

Flipping a switch, and putting on his best steely voice, Han declared, "Attention Millennium Falcon, this is Han Solo here to get my ship back!" Oh sure, it was Chewie's too, but it was best to make threatening speeches short and to the point.

"I know," a cheery and painfully familiar voice came back. "By the way, she hasn't been properly maintained in years! What took you so long?"

"Luke!?" coughed out Han in sheer shock while Chewie roared. "Is that you!? No, wait," he growled, pulling himself together. "Very funny," he said darkly. "Had me going with the voice modulator. Ha. Ha. Now you've only gone and made me mad."

"Leia was the first one down the garbage chute," was the utterly insufferable response.

". . . Kid!?"

"The one and only. Good to see you, Han. Nice to hear you too, Chewie. I was just getting worried about you guys before you turned up."

"Luke," he stopped, trying to think of what to say.

"I know you've got questions," the Jedi Master said, sounding serious now. "A lot of them. Except, well, things aren't going to be what you expect. Impossible stuff even for us."

"Great," deadpanned Han. "I missed that sort of excitement in my old age."

The sound of Luke scoffing was audible even over the old com-system. "Are you telling me you're letting the odds slow you down?"

Han answered without even thinking. "Never."

"That's what I thought. Do we need to dock, or can your ship take us aboard? This'll really make more sense once you see me in person."

"Starting to worry me, Luke," Han muttered just loud enough to be heard.

"Sorry, but, well, you'll see what I mean when you get here."

"Alright, I'm opening the doors for you to fly the Falcon in. Remember, I don't want a scratch on it. If you snap off the sensor dish again, I'm spacing you."

"That was Lando," Luke answered good-naturedly, as if Han had not tested him again. "And don't worry, I'm wouldn't want to hurt Chewie's feelings." The furry lump had a good chuckle at that.

"Right. I'll leave you to it so you don't get distracted. For all I know you've gotten rusty in the time you've been gone." Without another word he switched off the comm, and turned a heavy look to his partner.

Chewie growled a question.

"Yeah, hopefully by the time we're aboard, I'll figure out what I'm gonna say. Provided it is actually him of course."

Because he had a lot of questions for a certain man he had thought he had known, and honestly Han did not know what he wanted —needed!— to know more first.

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What struck Luke first was how old Han looked. In what was supposedly only a few years, his brother-in-law's hair had gone completely grey, and the lines along his face were much deeper too. Older than he should be too, for a man supposed to be in his late 50s with access to modern medicine.

No surprise, Chewbacca looked as tough and vital as ever.

Then their eyes met, and Luke knew Han was struggling to choose between hugging Luke, or slugging him.

"Luke."

"Han," Luke evenly said. "I'm guessing you've got a lot of questions." He gestured at Rey and Finn. "Do you need them to step outside?" Because while those two may be sympathetic to the Resistance (whatever Finn proclaimed), that did not mean they were actually members of it, much less willing to join up.

Gruffly, Han jerked a thumb towards the ramp, "Probably for the best."

Sensing the tension in the air, Rey and Finn scooted by Han and Chewbacca to get out of the Falcon, and into the hull of the larger freighter they were within. "Don't go wandering off," barked Han after them.

"Solo," said Mara, a little annoyed at being ignored.

Glancing at her, his words were a sucker punch with, "Who're you?"

Oh.

Oh dear.

What had the Force gotten them into this time?

Blood roaring in their ears, Luke and Mara shared pained expressions while their stomachs clenched.

Taking in a deep breath, Luke asked, "Han, this is—"

"Mara Jade," she cut in, because she could introduce herself.

"Right. The fact you don't recognize her, means, look. The last time we saw each other, for me, was at Iphigin, mediating the dispute between the Diamala and Ishori. That track right for you?"

Han's hand dropped to his blaster butt, while Chewie's powerful legs showed that subtle tension which meant he was ready to spring forward within the tight confines of the ship. "No," Han slowly said. "It was when I dropped off my son at your Academy."

Blinking, Luke said, "Jacen or Anakin?"

"What? Name a kid after him? No, Ben!" spat out Han. "Like you don't know!"

Fingers tightening on his weapon, Han pulled off his trademark grin, but there was no concealing the dark mockery beneath it. "What kind of farce is this supposed to be, huh? I mean, yeah, you've got the face, if a bit too young, but you forgot the beard."

Bewildered, Luke absently stroked his jawline. "I've been bristle-free forever."

Giving him a supposedly serious examination, Mara tapped her own chin with one finger. "You should keep it that way. The baby-face suits your personality." Leveling her attention back on Han, she bluntly said, "Luke and I would be able to tell if you were a clone, but you also managed to ask the same sort of questions Solo would have. Something's not right here."

"Yeah, I'll say something's not right!" snapped Han. As much as he wanted to draw and shoot though, he hesitated at the open sight of those lightsabers. If these frauds knew how to use them, things would get nasty fast.

Taking a moment to clear his mind, Luke tried a different track, starting where they had already had some success. "When we were in the trash compactor, which of us fired a blaster?"

Chewie rumbled in surprise, and Han hesitated before nodding. "I did. And no, that's not something I think I ever shared." He paused in thought, and came up with a trick question. "Who was my first wife?" Sana Starros, who had falsely claimed to be that when she had met Luke and the gang.

Confused, Luke answered, "Salla is all I can think of. Only you never wanted it, and cut and ran before the wedding."

Han almost drew his gun, except that level of detail, about someone he never even heard of, threw him off. He had been a conman long enough to tell when somebody was trying to play him, and this . . . person was doing the exact opposite of being convincing, which made no sense here. If anything, the failure to pull off a perfect impersonation actually somehow made it seem more believable, especially when this character was exhibiting all of Luke's cues. No, something was off.

Then there was the redhead.

An edge to her voice, Mara offered, "What about something just between the two of you? Like, anything from Hoth."

"That's better," said Luke. "What was I saying when you found me in the snow?"

"You were rambling about Ben," Luke and Mara both felt Han and Chewie's jolt of emotions at that name, "and Yoda."

"Nothing about the Dagobah system?"

"Yeah," Han admitted after the briefest pause, before plowing on. "What about me?"

"I was pretty delirious, although later you told me how until then, you'd thought tauntauns smelled bad enough on the outside, only to learn what was worse after you cut one open to shove me inside."

Wrinkling her nose, Mara shook her head. "I still think it's a miracle you lived this long."

"All because of my friends and family," he cheerily rejoined.

"So who's this supposed to be?" Han asked, gesturing at her with his chin.

"You're not senile yet, Solo," she coolly replied. "You heard my name. As for who I am, since you don't recognize me, it doesn't really matter much. Only that I work sometimes as a smuggler, am a legitimate Master Trader, and now a Jedi Knight. Any questions?"

Quite a few actually.

"Oh, and Luke's new fiancé."

Belatedly Han found himself rocked back on his heels, while Chewie roared his own surprise. "What!?" he hissed. "You expect me to believe Luke dropped the whole celibate act?" Grinning saucily, he pointed out, "Not very Jedi-like."

"I kind of had to figure out what being a Jedi is about from scratch," Luke reminded him, every inch the serene Jedi Master. Within though, Mara felt the rumble of turmoil at how he would need to address that facet of the former Jedi Order. For while some of the current Jedi were married, there were a lot more expectations on his shoulders for the example he set. "But from what you've said so far, I'm guessing names like Callista, Jem, or Gaeriel don't mean anything to you?"

Chewbacca groaned out an observation.

"Yeah, I know. I'm halfway to just dumping you out in an escape pod to spare me the headache," frowned Han.

"Yeah, I get it," sighed Luke, rubbing his forehead.

"The only reason we're taking this situation at all calmly, is we already figured out we're in the future," grimaced Mara.

"What?"

"Eleven years to be exact. Likely by the Force for whatever reason."

"What? No, that's it!" Throwing up his hands in frustration, Han then gestured to them. "Kriff it all, that's not how the Force works! Off, off, get out of my ship! I don't care if you're a clone, or shapeshifter, or whatever. The only reason I don't kill you now is because your act's so pathetic. And take your Artoo knockoff with you!"

In response, the Droid made a derisive, electronic 'blat,' followed by a series of beeping insults.

Only for someone else to join in the noisemaking, as BB-8 had remained aboard.

The organics all stopped to keep track of the rapid-fire binary exchange, with Artoo forcefully asserting that yes, he was that R2 unit, and not just another model. To which Beebee-Ate asserted was impossible, as the legendary Droid was hibernating at the Resistance HQ base, and it was impossible for there to be two of him.

"Hah, easy enough," grunted Han. "Just copy the memories into another unit." Glancing back at the wierdos though, he saw them exchanging weirdly pained expressions once more. Something seemed to be going back and forth between them despite their silence, and he felt the hairs on the back of his neck rising.

Once more Luke and Mara were going over everything, including how warped and surreal hyperspace became before they were essentially spat out of it, or how they could both sense how these people were identical in the Force to the duo they knew, the idea of there being two versions of the same Droid, and gentle whispers by the Force, were leading them to a new and even more uncomfortable possible explanation as to what had happened to them.

Mara broke out swearing aloud in a very un-Jedi-like manner, while Luke massaged his temples and sought peace with the Force. Artoo broke off his argument, swiveling his dome towards them and bleeped out a query. "We're not just in the wrong year," Luke slowly answered, "but the wrong history as well!"

Chewie got it first, roaring incredulously.

"Alternate dimensions!?" scoffed Han. "That's just for bad holo-films!"

Anything further was cut off by a series of clanging sounds, and Luke and Mara felt hostile minds approaching.

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"Well," Han muttered to Chewie, "they're certainly Force users."

Chewie grunted an observation, which Han reluctantly nodded to. This 'Luke' was easily every bit as strong, if not more so, than the man he knew. Thought he knew.

Luke and Mara had handled the goon squads from both the Guavian Death Gang and Kanjiklub with casual ease, although only Luke's opponents had survived the experience. The Death Gang members were loaded back into their ship with the hyperdrive and comm units disabled, leaving them only Jakku to get back to.

More importantly, as brief as it had been, this beardless Jedi had not only shown the sort of mercy Luke would have, he had been moving and fighting just like Han's Luke. In a way he did not think could be faked.

In a way he hoped could not be faked.

Because like it or not, Han was starting to think this younger, active, actually here Luke, was just what the Republic needed. What the Resistance needed. Because as skeptical and provocative as Han had been, everything in his gut was screaming this was Luke. Or close enough that trouble with names or not, he might be sufficient to help Leia clean up the whole mess the galaxy was in.

He and Chewie shared a glance, and in that moment held an entire conversation from just a few twitches of their brows.

And . . . maybe . . . just maybe, this newcomer was who Ben needed.

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While Han and Chewbacca were having their silent little discussion, Luke and Mara were having their own.

Particularly as they took care of the Fringe toughs, and took a look around the hold and corridors of this larger ship the Falcon was resting within.

After putting aside some preconceptions, Luke was putting together some uncomfortable observations. One thing was for sure, this was not a Resistance craft.

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"Alright," Han said, once the tag-alongs had been reassured, and the important people were all back aboard the Falcon again. "I'll pretend I believe your story. Now why should I trust you?"

"A better question," Mara said frostily, "now that we've got that confusion out of the way, is why we should trust you two? Get off at the nearest inhabited world, and find Leia on our own?"

He flinched at that, with Luke unveiling some of the Skywalker temper people kept forgetting he had deep down. "When we first heard about the First Order and the threat it posed, we assumed you were with the Resistance. Except this is a smuggler ship, and you're in debt to crime lords. What's going on, Han?"

Unspoken was, Why aren't you with my sister? With your wife?

Wincing, a shaken Han hesitated before dropping the charm, and letting his body sag a bit more. Ignoring this, Luke turned his attention on Chewie, "And how could you let him do this?"

Angrily, Chewie roared out an answer, along with several hefty insults towards a certain Jedi Master.

"What do you mean he disappeared? What about Ben?" Luke asked in confusion. More details were barked out, only for Mara to hold up a hand. "Wait, wait. One thing at a time. Solo, Chewbacca, what are you doing? You aren't even trying to really hide that this is a smuggler ship. Even I didn't think you'd be away from Leia during an apparent cold war with neo-Imperials."

"Wait, you did marry her, right?" blanched Luke.

"Of course I did!" and now Han looked truly offended. "One of the best days of my life! Followed by many more! When Chewie and I'd come back from business, Leia and I were always happy to see each other." Getting more defensive, "And it wasn't smuggling until recently."

Luke was still confused, while Mara now made the connection to a slight reaction in the man's emotions to when she introduced herself, and mentioned her own personal history. "You started up your own trading company," she realized.

"Yeah. Millennium Exports," he said a little puzzled. "Specialized in delicate and rare cargo. Hired up a buncha guys wanting to go legit, and we made good business for a while. Why, what were you thinking?"

Understanding dawned for Luke. Particularly as he recalled a few months back when his own Han's sense of adventure and wanderlust had resurfaced. He had come back a few days later, muttering something about Boba Fett, and nothing more. However, this Han had kept that part of him active. Also, Leia's own parents, Bail and Breha Organa, had spent most of their own marriage physically apart, with her on Alderaan, and him as their senator to Coruscant.

"Well I guess ours is more whipped," said Mara with a trace of humour. "Staying home like a trophy husband, and her and the Republic's personal troubleshooter."

Luke glared at her, since there was far more to Han and Leia's relationship than that, even if he did know she was probing for reactions.

Yes, Han had changed, yet so had Leia, and they were all the happier for it.

. . . And this was Mara's way of making him consider how they might change with being engaged. Right.

Feeling surer of himself, Han gave his trademark grin, "I'd have been climbing the walls in a few months. Weeks if I had to dress appropriately." The smile faded a little, "Unfortunately things went downhill when the First Order emerged. In hindsight, they were stirring up trouble even beforehand."

Anger, shame, loss, and lingering confusion echoed through the Force from both Han and Chewie. "And then there was Ben."

"Your son," Luke nodded. "Sorry, but why name him that? Our Han called his first two kids Jacen and Jaina." He sent a mental apology to Anakin Solo for not bringing him up again. "If anything," he scratched his head, "I can see me maybe calling my kid that, but why you guys?"

"I get a say in baby names," Mara said with a mock warning, hiding a shrill of alarm and a whisper of startled joy, which Luke only belatedly realized the source of and returned. He had talked about having children.

Han and Chewie shared knowing glances at each other over the flushed and conflicted expressions on the couple's face. Time to tease them over it later. Oh, very much so. They deserved it for all the stress they were causing anyways.

Coughing into his fist, "As entertaining as this is, if it was a girl, yeah we'd have named her Jaina, after my mother," which for that matter, was something he was confident no-one outside of his immediate family knew about. His wife may have told their son though. "As for Ben, it was because I refused to call my kid Obi-Wan, except for Leia he had been her hope during her darkest moment, with y'know, the whole Death Star and Vader."

Pulling himself back to the present, Luke awkwardly nodded. In retrospect, he could kind of see the justification. Not that it was really any of his business what Leia called her kids.

"Stayed home for years while he was growing up," Han went on. He gave a slight chuckle, "Kid kept me so busy, I sure didn't have to worry about getting bored." Chewie chuffed in agreement, rolling his eyes in fond memory of all sorts of escapades.

Seeing as how his own niece and nephew had helped route the ghost of a Sith Lord even before they hit puberty, Luke could certainly believe it had been an adventure and a half.

"When he got older though," and now Han was clearly uncomfortable. Chewie, radiating guilt and resignation moaned a comment. "Yeah, pretty much. He was powerful in the Force. Too powerful. Breaking stuff whenever he lost control. I stayed around more when he was younger, but I wasn't there enough then. Stupid. Even when I was though . . . it wasn't looking good."

"You were worried about him being too much like Vader," offered Mara, even as she and Luke knew with a growing dread where this story was leading. "And he could sense that concern in you, which only made it worse."

"Uh huh," he looked away for a few heartbeats, before starting again. "So Leia and I sent him to Luke. Let him train to be a Jedi at the academy his uncle had started up."

"Nice to hear he did the same," said Luke.

I wonder if he set up his Academy in a Sith temple too, Mara thought to Luke. Which frankly was a legitimate concern as this tale unfolded.

With resigned, mental sigh, he responded, At least I won't have to worry about future generations of Jedi revering me without flaw.

I'll make sure of that, she promised with mock solemnity, before pushing it aside in light of the situation.

Missing the byplay, the conflicted father continued. "In hindsight . . . that may've, probably, made him feel like we abandoned him. I don't know what exactly happened, but, the last we heard from Luke, our Luke, was him calling to say Ben had Fallen to the Dark Side, murdered all of his fellow students who wouldn't join him, and burned down the Academy. By the time Republic investigators got there, there was nothing left."

A shaken Luke knew he would be making another review of how his Jedi Praxeum ensured his students felt welcome and at peace. Things like checking how their relationships with their families were, and being able to regularly call home.

Leveling his gaze at Luke, Han gruffly added, "Like I said, that was the last we heard from Luke. Although there's been rumours of people trying to find him, including the First Order, so he's still alive. Wherever he is."

"And Ben went to the First Order?" prompted Luke, regaining his composure.

"Yeah."

"You Skywalker's and Solo's never make it easy," grimaced Mara.

Closing his eyes for a moment, Han shook his head. "Yeah. I . . . ."

"Too much Vader in him," Luke repeated non-judgmentally. Internally though, he was hiding his preference to take the smuggler to task for such an attitude. No, better yet, let Luke's Han do it.

Also, while originally he had no concerns for his niece and nephews turning to the Dark Side, now he would be keeping a closer eye on them. And every other new student. Just not to the point of creating a self-fulfilling prophecy. . . . He needed to talk about this afterward with Mara, (his) Leia, Tionne, Kirana, Kama, Corran always had good insight, definitely Kyle . . . . Yeah that would be a good start. Even if he doubted they would be happy when he returned home to say, Hello, everyone. I got the Caamas Document, found major new concerns in the Unknown Regions, got engaged, and now we're all going to sit down to review our practices in depth. Again. Because I got a very loud warning from the Force when I travelled to another universe. And no, this is not some sort of joke. No need to call Cilghal.

Covering for her fiancé, Mara said, "If he's that powerful, is Ben in charge of the First Order?"

". . . No. He's taken up Vader's role to Supreme Leader Snoke."

After hearing so many pretentious ranks and titles for various ex-Imperial warlords, Mara hardly noticed this newest egotistical version (although she may have heard of a half-dozen 'supreme leaders,' and forgotten about people so trivial), except the name was new. "Snoke? Doesn't ring any bells. Luke?"

"Nothing. Likely a Force Sensitive himself though, if he's able to keep a powerful Dark Sider in line."

This new suggestion visibly threw Han, and Chewie growled in frustration, which helped his partner steady himself. He scowled, "I don't really know much more about Snoke than what I told you. Leia probably does though. I . . . couldn't handle it. But," now his familiar, cocksure smirk was back, making him a decade younger, "fortunately for you, you can ask her yourself. 'Cause that's where I'm taking you. Let her make sense of this whole crazy mess. Personally, I don't know what to believe!"

Chewie huffed, and nodded in agreement, yet the two old partners positively radiated hope. Moreover, as much as they wanted to deny it, a part of them wondered if Ben was enough like Vader in the sense that Luke can save him too.

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"So," said Finn in a hushed tone, glancing towards the Millennium Falcon. "What do you think they're talking about in there?"

"Dunno," she whispered. "Are you sure you shouldn't be a part of it? You are an important member of the Resistance."

"Yes, well, uh, they're bigger shots. Than me. They're bigger shots than me, and so there's stuff even I'm not cleared for. Compartmentalizing intel and all. By the way, what'd you think of when they took down those gangsters? Master Skywalker and Mara I mean."

Rey's face lit up. "It was amazing! So that's what Jedi are capable of! And there's two of them! I only ever heard about Master Skywalker!"

"Yeah," he nodded, still feeling shocked about seeing Mara — Jedi Knight Mara? Or Jedi Master Mara? — pulling out a lightsaber as well. Amazing. They might actually be able to . . . hurt the First Order a bit.

They sat in silence for another minute, before Rey ran out of patience, and started exploring around the cargo hold they were all in. Trying to find some way to be useful.

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"Alright then, how're we going to do this?" asked Luke.

Chewie grunted, and Han nodded. "We'll take you to Maz."

"Maz?"

Han shot him a look of disbelief. "Big name in the underworld. Her place is a safe haven for smugglers and such, but she's no friend of the Empire, and she likes Leia, and will be able to get you to her."

It took Luke a second to realize Han was not planning on coming along, until Mara caught on. "You're worried about all the gangs after just you trailing along. And it's possible whoever had the Falcon last, put a tracker or something on it."

"Pretty much."

"And you don't want to see Leia."

He winced slightly at that.

Ignoring that for now, Luke added, "There's also something about Beebee-Ate here having a map to, well, me?"

On cue, the spherical Droid projected a holographic map. Luke and Mara were impressed at the level of detail from something so small. Seeing this, Han grunted in agreement, "Whoever this Droid belongs too, packed some impressive tech into it." Upon examining the map, he quickly figured out what he was looking at, while Luke and Mara were still figuring out what was wrong with it. "This map's not complete. It's just a piece. As I said, ever since Luke, our Luke, disappeared, people have been looking for him."

"Why'd he leave?" wondered Luke.

"When . . . Ben destroyed his new generation of Jedi, Luke felt responsible. He walked away from everything."

"What?" blinked Mara. "You've no idea what happened to him?"

"Lots of rumours of course. From what Leia and those others closest to him," while he was trying to distance himself from the man, it was clear Han still counted himself as part of that list, "think, he went looking for the first Jedi Temple."

Despite himself, Luke was intrigued by the idea, as he had honestly never considered the idea of there being a first Temple! Who knew what could be uncovered? Except why go on a search which would take years, and possibly not lead to anything? Said Temple could easily have been destroyed by time or Dark Siders. Was the Force guiding his counterpart? He would have to meditate on this little revelation. Another point was bugging him though, "Why is there even a map for people to follow?"

"Probably pieced together like Lando and I did looking for Jorj Car'das," Mara said. The duo made a show of examining the map some more, while they silently communicated.

Anything else you want to cover right away?

I'll grill him later for more details of his 'plan' for finding this version of your sister. I'm not going into this blind, especially when— She glanced at Han, "The name Talon Karrde mean anything to you?"

He shook his head, and she went back to 'looking' at the map. Especially when we don't have Talon backing us up among the Fringe.

Agreed, he thought heavily. We really should hold it off for later though. We don't want to overwhelm the two of 'em.

"Alright then," Luke clapped his hands together, the very picture of an open, honest, farmboy. "Anything else we should know before we get our other guests secured? We just met them, but I've got a good feeling about them, and they're the ones who kept Beebee-Ate and this map safe from the First Order."

"Fair enough," Han conceded at the character reference. He paused to think, and Chewie rumbled a point.

"Oh. Right. Word just got out about Vader being, y'know, your dad."

"Ah. So that wasn't common news here?" It was a bit of an open secret for Luke and Leia back home really. Personally Mara blamed it on the Noghri, going on about the 'Son of Vader,' and the 'Daughter of Vader' all the time.

"No, no it wasn't," Han darkly said. "Leia got kicked out of the Senate over it. Calling her a warmonger like her father, just because she was trying to raise opposition against the First Order. The remaining Alderaans even stripped her of her royal title!"

Luke gaped at that. "What!?"

"I know!"

"Thanks for the warning," Mara interceded. "It's definitely something to keep in mind." Hopefully there was more to the story than the Republic turning on one of its greatest heroes like that! "Is there anything else we should know?"

Trying to think of whatever else might be relevant, Han asked, "Nothing that can't wait a bit. Anything in particular I should know about your tagalongs?"

"You know just about as much about them as we do. Although, what can you tell us about Jakku?"

"A junkyard," was the flat response.

"Wonderful," Mara acerbically said.

Silence fell as they tried to figure out what to do next. Unfortunately there was simply so much to process.

"Alright then," Luke said, straightening up. "Now that we've got that figured out," he stopped and looked concerned. "We should probably get to hyperspace. We were being chased by TIE's before, and I'll bet there's more on the way."

Mara grimaced in embarrassment, as she had been too distracted to notice either. Sloppy mistakes like that got people killed. Except . . . Han and Chewie did not seem to notice how truly shaken she and Luke were.

"TIE's!?" gaped Han. "Why didn't you say so sooner!?" With that he ran off with Chewie to get their larger ship flying.

Luke briefly followed to call to Rey and Finn, "We'll be there in a minute. We just need to work on something first," he grinned.

When he turned away however, his eyes were a touch haunted.

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When he got back inside the Falcon, Mara's eyes were already screwed shut as she was letting her emotions go into the Force. Even without their new connection, he could feel her fury, fear, and other feelings through the mental shields she was trying to strengthen.

Her farm boy was not much better off.

If they were right, they were in another universe.

Moreover, to learn that here his counterpart had run away, and his sister cast out by the Republic after everything she had sacrificed for it!?

Mara made no secret of the contempt blazing off of her.

Artoo recognized what they were doing, and warbled sadly.

Taking a deep breath, Luke opened himself up to the Force, and began to let go of his own distractions. This was only a short term solution of course, although he knew this was something the Jedi of old relied upon a lot, yet personally he was of the opinion it was healthier to address the cause of the problems, then how it affected you.

Case in point: he and Mara had more or less actually taken the time to discuss the issues which had been hounding them both for years, and shortly afterwards they found themselves engaged.

Unfortunately right now they both knew they did not have the time.

In a few minutes, this new version of Han and Chewie would be back, if only to inspect the Falcon, and they had to see Luke, any version of Luke, acting like a 'proper' Jedi Master, and getting things done without being even remotely unsettled by whatever the Force had thrown at him.

Because the thing was, Luke knew Han and Chewie, even without all these changes to history, and neither of them would have so easily accepted such a wild story, unless they and everybody else were desperately awaiting the return of a living legend to solve everything.

In Luke's humble opinion, it was not a good start that it seemed expected he would take on and defeat the First Order by himself, armed solely with a lightsaber and a charming grin. Oh, and Artoo.

In all fairness, they would never have beaten the Empire without Artoo.

"You know," he weakly grinned, trying to lighten the mood, "I get the feeling the hardest part about all this will be getting them to accept I'm in a relationship with someone."

"I reserve the right to make the first person who accuses me of seducing you, suffer horribly."

"Agreed." Taking a deep breath, he knew he was able to function now, and just as they felt the subtle sensation of them entering hyperspace. Later they would find the time and place to work things out properly. Fortunately, they should only need to buy a little bit more time. "So how do you want to handle things with Rey?"

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A Few Minutes Later

After taking a minute to discuss things with each other, Luke and Mara had a plan for how to help Rey and Finn. Exiting the Falcon, they found them off to the side nervously fretting, with him pacing, and Rey examining the wiring and mechanisms behind a panel she had removed.

"Sorry about that you two," said Luke "There were some things we needed to work out, and it actually became more complicated than we first thought."

"Are we heading back to Jakku?" asked Rey, trying to sound confident.

"For your own protection, not right away," Mara smoothly said. Cutting off any protests, she pointed out, "The First Order will still be after you. It'll be safer for you and those you care about to stay away for now." That quieted her down.

Looking at Finn, Luke said, "Can we talk in private?"

Swallowing hard, the man followed with a stiffness as if he were walking to his execution.

Heading inside the Falcon, Luke sat at the Dejarik table, and gestured for Finn to take a seat as well. As soon as he did, everything seemed to burst out of him. "Master Skywalker, I—"

He cut himself off at Luke's raised palm and most reassuring smile. "It's Luke. And what most people don't tend to remember about me," he said without preamble, "is that most of my closest friends were once members of the Imperial military before they left it one way or another. Han, Tycho, Wes, Hobbie, you get the idea. Even Mara, and I just asked her to marry me."

Finn's eyes bugged out, and his jaw dropped. The Force was hardly necessary to tell he was trying to pull himself together, but Luke knew from long experience he had to quickly dispel another fear. "I didn't read that from your mind. Your under-suit, the way you stand and walk, and a few other clues cued Mara and I in how you were once a Stormtrooper, but you're obviously not a spy, and afraid of them as well. I don't know the exact reason why you chose to desert, but I could tell from your earlier reaction you are badly upset by the sort of things the First Order is doing." This was not his first time dealing with new defectors or disillusioned Stormtroopers after all, and Mara was as sharp as they came.

Gulping, Finn marshalled himself, and hesitantly said, "Rey doesn't know. She thinks I'm with the Resistance."

Nodding amiably, "Understandable. You wouldn't want to tell someone you had just met about it, for their sake if nothing else."

Slowly Finn nodded, yet it was clear he remained wrapped up in residual panic. Expecting this, Luke gave him a few moments. Even on Tatooine, he had seen this sort of behaviour, when slaves or prisoners escaped, yet were so consumed with fear that all they knew how to do was run, without stopping to think. Giving Finn some more time to calm down would only help; the trick was not giving so much time he worked himself back up again.

"Do you want to fight against the First Order?"

"No!" yelled Finn, before recoiling as if he would be struck. When nothing happened, he sagged a bit so he was staring down at the table with haunted eyes. The duo sat in silence for another minute before Finn hoarsely explained himself. "You don't know the First Order like I do. You haven't been here for it. They'll slaughter us. What we all need to do is run."

Briefly Luke considered reminding Finn of what Luke and the Rebel Alliance had already overcome, before dismissing it. The man was not quite ready to accept that. First he needed a different kind of hope. "I'm sure the Resistance can help you with that."

Frowning in confusion, Finn finally looked up at him. "Back with the Rebel Alliance, not every defector wanted to fight. So we'd set them up with new identities and names, and let them disappear into new lives as civilians. Even keeping the Empire from finding them again, was a victory in itself." He gave a small smile. "Although if they offer for you to become a farmer, make sure it's not in a desert."

"Wh-what's the catch?" Finn managed. "I-I mean, you—"

"They'll want to know what you know about the First Order, and that's all," Luke gently said.

Finn's eyes were fixated on Luke's with burning intensity, before he collapsed on the table like a puppet with cut strings. His deep, ragged breaths though meant he remained conscious.

Doubtless he had been terrified Luke would punish him for being associated with the First Order, or insist he help fight it. Instead, the Jedi Master recognized that despite the indoctrination Finn had doubtless endured, and the trauma which drove his fears, the man had retained his innate knowledge of right and wrong, and the fundamental courage to refuse to simply accept it. Even if he never so much as raised his fists again, even if this former Stormtrooper thought it had been merely terror of what might happen to him which drove him to flee, deep down he remained a very brave man indeed.

Looking around, Luke was disappointed there was nothing to offer the man to drink. Not even water. He would have to ask Han about that when he got the chance.

With an effort, Finn pulled himself up, eyes damp. "Sir, I don't—"

"Call me Luke," he interrupted with a bit more emphasis than before. Breaking that habit of differing to others would probably help.

"Luke, I don't know how to thank you enough!"

Smiling, he just patted the free-man on the shoulder. "Just try and live your life as a good man, alright?"

"I will!"

Throughout this, Luke carefully made no mention of his and Mara's theory of being from an alternate dimension and timeline. While Leia and the Resistance would need to be aware of it, if only to prevent misunderstandings and conflict, Finn did not need to know. Besides, given how he wanted to stay out of the apparently looming war with the First Order, revealing secrets to him would only be a cruel burden.

"Good, now three suggestions. First, do you have a last name?"

"Uhm, no. I just got Finn, like, today."

"Alright then. I'd personally take my time in choosing your second name. Or more than two. It's up to you, only remember it's a big decision, so I'd just think about it for now. Second, how about we see if Han's other ship has got someplace for you to rest? Even if you don't feel tired, you just broke away from the First Order and had your whole life flipped over. Some time alone to process it will help, followed by some sleep. Oh, and food and water. Let's see what he's got," he said while standing up.

Following along, "Thank you, si—Luke. What's the third thing?"

"Tell Rey the truth, she deserves it. And I'm sure she'll understand you feeling the need to lie when you had only just escaped the First Order. Assure her you're never going back, and you were simply afraid to admit you were once a part of it, to the first person who treated you nice."

"Uhm, second person," Finn awkwardly corrected. "Poe's the one who helped me escape, and gave me this name."

"Well, can you tell me about him?"

"Sure! He was—"

While paying attention to the honestly fascinating story of Finn's escape, Luke felt a sense of relief that this man would be alright. Plus, telling Rey the truth now, before any unfortunate misunderstandings, would help someone he hoped would become one of his students.

From the part about a slaughtered village, he was also learning about this 'Kylo Ren.'

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While the boys walked away to chat inside the Falcon, Mara gestured at the panel Rey had removed from the side of the hull. "May I?"

"Uhm, sure." The teenager skittered aside, and Mara took a look. Despite being about a decade in the future, everything seemed familiar enough. She also quickly figured out what Rey had been fixing, and fingered it. "Nice clean work," she complimented. "Well done."

Rey was thrown by this, yet regained her composure. "Thanks!"

"Let's take a look around. You can bet a ship of Solo's this big, has more problems that Chewie hasn't been able to keep up with."

With that, Mara and Rey started looking around the docking bay, doing maintenance and repair work, and commenting on the (shoddy) newer modifications to the Falcon. She assured Rey that Solo would remove most of the unwanted additions to ship, which Rey was heartily appreciative of. As intended, this eased down Rey's barriers as she opened up. Granted, Luke was unquestionably better at putting people at ease (the ex-assassin preferred provoking them into blinding anger), except Mara had remembered her earlier observation of how lonely Rey seemed, and suggested bonding with a fellow woman be more comfortable. Moreover, while Rey was a surprisingly brilliant mechanic, Mara's formal education, experience, and more diverse background helped her keep up. "Yes, those Star Destroyers really were a nightmare for maintenance," she assured Rey. "Hugely costly."

"So then why build them?"

"Because you aren't thinking in terms of how many guns and TIE's they could carry. And the Empire could outfit their ships with armies of mechanics."

"Oh."

"You mentioned a downed Star Destroyer earlier. Were there many on Jakku?"

"Lots," said Rey with excitement. "Jakku was the site of the last major battle between the Empire and the Republic, and there's all sorts of crashed ships to work salvage on!"

A little more prodding revealed Rey exchanged salvage in exchange for food. Just food. And meager portions at that. Wonderful, so this eager, apparently kind, and frankly vulnerable girl, had essentially been a slave. Certainly a variant of indentured servitude at minimum, thought Mara with growing anger.

"Someone like you could have left that place anytime you liked," she pointed out.

Rey emphatically shook her head. "No, I'm waiting for someone to come back."

"Who?"

". . . my parents," Rey said, hunching-in, and looking at the deck.

Slowly, Mara reached over, and gently pulled Rey into a half-hug. While she might not be a 'people person,' she could figure this out well enough. "They've been gone a long time, haven't they?"

With a sniff, Rey bobbed her head once, and leaned into the embrace.

Right now Mara was definitely glad Luke was not the one having this conversation. While she loved the man, she also knew he was not entirely rational when it came to matters of family. Oh, his love for his sister was beautiful and entirely deserved and reciprocated, but that whole mess with Vader had nearly been assisted suicide. She had seen enough of what was in Luke's head to know how traumatized he remained to this day over what happened at Bespin, and he had still later walked right up to the man calling him "father"!? The only reason that had all worked out was because of how honestly broken the Sith Lord had been.

Not to mention running off just as the Republic ended up needing him during the crisis with the Yevetha, due to a girl batting her eyes and hinting she could lead him to his mother. Once more, only dumb luck had made that pay off for the Republic, even if it had all been a ruse.

Mara in turn had never known her parents, and would now gladly stab the closest thing she had to a 'father': Palpatine. So she could be a bit more objective about this.

Speaking of which, she had to consider Solo too. Whatever his son's crimes, it was clear through the Force the man still loved his son. Indeed, it was the foundation of why he was so willing to believe her and Luke's story, which, despite being the truth as near as they could tell, remained simply ridiculous.

Back to the here and now. "What can you tell me about them?" she whispered.

So Rey told about being a little girl, her parents' ship flying away, and being left to 'work' for one Unkar Plutt. Of the years she had waited for them to return to take her home. Haltingly she recounted growing up, learning to fend for herself on Jakku by scrounging up the right equipment. Teaching herself how to fix broken things from downed Imperial and Republic ships so she could survive with them. Her pride in learning how to fight with a staff to drive off competition and predators of all-sorts.

All told, Mara was highly impressed. The girl's fixations on parents who had abandoned her, likely sold her, aside, Rey's accomplishments were certainly noteworthy. Moreover, it seemed it was fueled more by her innate determination and will, than her incredible potential with the Force. Although Mara would bet she had also been unconsciously using and listening to it for years.

After a while, Rey was done and calmed herself down. Mara could feel her surprise at how good vent everything like that, for the first time being able to tell someone all of it. Excellent first step in being a healthy Force user.

"Rey," she softly said. "There's another option open to you."

"No," she said miserably. "You guys can get Beebee-Ate to the Resistance yourselves. You don't need me, and I need to get back to Jakku."

Oh yes, not all chains are visible, the former Emperor's Hand knew that painfully well.

"That's not true," she said firmly. "You are a bright and talented woman, with much to offer if even half of what you said's true." Seeing the confusion, she continued. "There's something else. If you come with us, we'll help you find your parents if possible."

Stunned, Rey gaped in silence for a minute. "Really!?"

"Yes," Mara promised. It sounded like a massive commitment, which it was, hence the qualifier, but she had a few skifter's up her sleeve.

Taking both hands in hers, "Rey, what you have to understand is, you're Force Sensitive. You can be a Jedi. Like Luke and I."

Once more the girl was too stunned for words. After a while though, she got her brain moving again as she started thinking aloud. "If my parents start hearing about a Jedi named Rey from Jakku, they'll know it's me!" she cried with wonder.

"Precisely," smiled Mara. Although, the Force willing, if they did show up, Mara would intercept them with her most evil smirk. Among other things.

For the present though, it was clear she had Rey's interest, which was important. As a general rule, Force Sensitives needed training, even if they did not become Jedi, so as to avoid the temptation of the Dark Side. As it was, it was fortunate Rey's talent had not been discovered already, lest she be sold to far more unscrupulous parties. Not that she meant to dismiss how impressively well the girl had done on her own so far. Extremely impressively really, with no trace of the Dark upon her, despite growing up in a hostile, isolated environment, sustained solely by an unrequited love.

"Being a Jedi's a commitment," Mara warned. "To become a protector of peace and life, no matter the personal burden. It's not a final decision you have to make now though, and Luke and I will give you some training regardless."

"I, I understand," Rey firmly said, eyes still red from tears. "But I will be a Jedi. The First Order needs to be stopped, and the galaxy needs the Jedi to protect it," she said with conviction.

"We'll see how it is after you've started your training," deflected Mara. She would leave the philosophical aspects to Luke. "Now, first of all, you saw my fight with those Fringers?"

"You mean the gang members? Yes, that was incredible!" gushed Rey.

"Yes, a Jedi is a formidable warrior, and this is our primary weapon: the lightsaber." Unclipping it, she held it up for the girl to see, reaching out but halting from touching it. "Usually most Jedi construct their own, except mine was a gift from Luke." With a snap she ignited it.

It really was a rather unique lightsaber, as it had been Luke's before Bespin, where his father Darth Vader cut off the hand holding it. Before that, it had been Vader's when he had gone by the name of Anakin Skywalker. Now though, by both spoils of combat, and more importantly a gift from a certain Farm Boy, it was Mara's and Mara's alone, and anyone who tried to take it from her would not live to regret it.

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Unknown Regions, Ilum system, Starkiller Base

With no word on the location of the missing droid with the map to Luke Skywalker, Kylo Ren found himself recalled to the Unknown Regions where the First Order had emerged from. On Ilum, once a sacred Jedi stronghold, was Starkiller Base, which would play a vital role in the final destruction of the Republic and the false promise of peace and freedom it offered.

Unfortunately now was not that happy future, as he was inevitably called to an audience before Supreme Leader Snoke.

The room he entered was dark, with only faint red-highlights in the corners on the other side of the room. It was spacious with hints of stark architecture meant to intimidate those who entered, yet he advanced with unwavering confidence.

Alongside him was General Armitage Hux, the highest ranking military officer of the First Order, and the mastermind behind the new system for training and indoctrination of their Stormtroopers, as well as many of the First Order’s key technological advances. Between the redhead, Kylo, and the Stormtrooper Phasma, they were the unofficial triumvirate under their Supreme Leader. Being the same age, and both dedicated to the First Order, the man should have been an ally for Kylo, only to instead be a bitter rival for favour before their master.

A light shone down at them from an angle overhead, and then the hologram of Snoke appeared towering above them.

Sitting upon his throne, he looked down at them with a restrained anger. With the light behind silhouetting him, they caught only glimpses of his scarred, mangled features. Nonetheless, they were well familiar with the giant’s piercing intellect and formidable presence which blanketed the room.

 “The Droid continues to evade your best efforts,” rumbled Snoke, Supreme Leader of the First Order. “If the Resistance recovers it first, it will lead them to the last Jedi. If Skywalker returns, the new Jedi will rise.”

“Supreme Leader,” spoke up General Hux, “I take full responsibility for th—”

“General!” roared Snoke, standing up. He stared up to the heavens as if they would provide answers. “Our strategy must now change.”

“The weapon. It is ready. I believe the time has come to use it. We shall destroy the government that supports the Resistance, the Republic.” Seeing Snoke consider Hux’s plan to fix this failure, Kylo turned his head to regard his competition, knowing that if their master agreed to this, it would shift the balance of power between them. Snoke retook his throne as he considered to examine the chances of this idea succeeding, and weighed the potential consequences of using the weapon now. “Without their friends to protect them, the Resistance will be vulnerable, and we will stop them before they reach Skywalker.”

A mollified Snoke looked down at Hux. “Go oversee preparations.”

“Yes, Supreme Leader,” Hux proudly said. He openly turned to give Ren a look, and while his face remained a mask, a triumphant sneer danced in his eyes before he turned and left.

His weapon would be remembered as the finish blow for both the Republic and Resistance. His vision which had led the First Order to victory.

As the general walked away, Snoke turned his attention to his apprentice. “There’s been an awakening. Have you felt it?”

“Yes,” Kylo Ren flatly said.

“There’s something more. A,” and now he paused in uncharacteristic hesitation, “ripple within the Force. A change in how it flows. Possibly related to this awakening. Be wary, as this may be a test beyond which even you, Master of the Knights of Ren, are ready for yet.”

“By the grace of your training,” swore the dark armoured man, “I will be victorious.”

“We shall see. We shall see.” With a gentle, satisfied nod from Snoke, which bellied the viciousness he was capable of, the hologram faded away.

Left alone, Kylo Ren remained where he was as his mind raced. His Master was worried about something. Someone. Someone unconnected to Luke Skywalker. How much of what Snoke had sensed . . . been directly related to that girl? The one with the Droid?

While lashing out with his anger was normal for him, and a relief, he knew it was unusual of him to strike out at that officer like that while demanding details. Oh, he was irrelevant, just another of those weak, unfortunate fools bereft of the Force, yet he was still not in the habit of choking men who could have some use. His instinctive reaction to learning about the girl was unexpected. He knew it was the Dark Side of the Force guiding him then, trying to tell him there was something important about her.

If she was so strong that even Snoke acknowledged her, even without knowing her identity, then that made her . . . interesting.

Maybe of use to him in bringing order and stability to the galaxy. Guidance, so it would not consume itself in greed and indolence. A path to greatness that only the Dark Side could provide.

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Unknown Regions, Exegol

Far away within the Unknown Regions, there is a place amongst the stars where magnetic crossfields, gravity wells, and solar winds are all clumped together. To enter is certain death.

For most.

Within however, for those few blessed and guided by the Force, is a world covered in darkness. Where no sun, nor act of kindness has touched it in millennia.

Exegol, the last and most secret bastion of the Sith Order.

The most ancient and unending threat to the Republic and Jedi.

Underneath the dark, barren, rocky desert, are the last fanatical followers of the Sith beliefs, their homes and places of industry surrounding a Citadel where their rituals are performed, and the man who is all but their god resides.

Darth Sidious.

The Republic knows him as Sheev Palpatine, the man who fooled the Old Republic into electing him their Chancellor. Who caused the first great galactic civil war to weaken his enemies and amass greater powers, until he crushed whatever opposition he could while naming himself Emperor. History also recounts how he died, killed by his own apprentice and chief enforcer, Darth Vader. It was only to be expected though, as it was the way of the Sith for the Apprentice to turn upon the Master, to ensure each new generation was stronger than the previous one.

Unfortunately, everyone always underestimated Sidious’ ambitions. How he intended to break the doctrine of the Sith to seize the galaxy for an eternity, including the refusal to let even death hinder him.

Mostly.

For while Darth Vader’s, no, Anakin Skywalker’s betrayal had been anticipated, it had been too early, and thus the process of transferring his essence to save himself imperfect. Oh, he had survived, yet his spirit was trapped within a defective clone body, incapable of containing his immense power, and quickly began to rapidly decay. Years of advanced science and Sith tools had only slowed the process.

Science and alchemy . . . and his unrelenting hatred pushing his body past all natural limitations. An all-consuming refusal to fail at establishing his eternal Sith Empire. This pure emotion allowing him to hold onto his deteriorating body so a replacement vessel could be sought.

Alas, from the beginning there had been only failure after failure. No other clone would suffice for the ritual, and attempts to create altered ones had all been failures. No, it had become apparent that another Force Sensitive was required for a host; a young and powerful one. And who better than one of the Skywalker bloodline?

So he waited. His Contingency he had left for his Imperial loyalists upon his presumed ‘death’ was followed out, leaving grief behind for the Rebels, and hiding how many of the Empire’s elite escaped notice. From the ashes of his Galactic Empire, the First Order was born, striving to reclaim their old glory in his memory.

To ensure they did it properly though, Sidious had created a puppet to rule them properly. Snoke served the purpose well, and even worked to help lure in Ben Solo, the malleable grandchild of his ‘old friend’ Anakin.

The boy grew up with Sidious whispering in his ears. Visions of his grandfather’s ghost, seducing him with tales of the Dark Side. Gentle words, nothing overt or forceful for Jedi Master Luke Skywalker to sense, yet that made it all the more sweeter, as it meant that whatever Ben Solo chose, it was of his own free will. Finally, things had come to a head with his uncle, and the Jedi Academy had burned. Fearful for his life, he had run into the arms of Snoke, a powerful, sympathetic figure, who alluded his deformities to Master Skywalker as well, getting under his new apprentice’s emotional guard, as the first step in conditioning him.

Oh, Ben Solo, or Kylo Ren as he was now known, did not know he was being trained in the ways of the Sith, believing those to be ‘failed’ teachings. Except he truly was one, and as he continued down his path, he would inevitably find himself before Darth Sidious and the Throne of the Sith. And then . . .

Sidious stopped.

He had been using his Ommin harness to be carried about so he could enjoy the underground Sith Citadel. His pale, crippled and withered body moving amongst the comfortably familiar statues of past Sith Lords as he luxuriated over his plan, only to sense something amiss.

Something . . . different in the Force.

He closed his eyes, marshalled the strength in his pathetic vessel, and reached out with his senses. Trying to figure out what had changed. What was new?

Oh.

Well.

It appeared Jedi Master Luke Skywalker was back.

It was faint, yet he could sense the fool’s return to the galaxy.

How unexpected, he thought. If too late to save your precious friends, family, or Republic.

He paused, before chiding himself, No. I underestimated him before. Even if it was his father, and the strength in his blood, this whelp is still the one who set things in motion. Fortunately I have a few extra surprises for him.

Once more Sidious extended his will into the Force, only now with a direct purpose as he knew where to direct it.  He had spent years planting the most subtle of whispers in Anakin’s son. Just enough to slowly create the necessary divide between him and his nephew, even as he took stronger steps against the weak minded child. Enough for a momentary lapse in Skywalker’s control at the most crucial moment to destroy all of Kylo Ren’s faith in him.

While the coward had also fled in the aftermath, those little dark tendrils within his psyche meant he was still being tracked. Surprisingly, those traces had vanished in such a way that could only mean that the last Jedi upon had cut himself off from the Force. Sidious had laughed at this realization, at how a Jedi Master rejected his greatest ‘ally.’ Plus, for someone so dependent upon and connected with the Force, such a move would only plague Skywalker’s obvious guilt, grief, and depression. Why, he half expected to later discover that the hero the Resistance was dependent upon to save them . . . had killed himself.

What fine comedy that would have been!

Ah well, this merely offers the opportunity for me to see his face as he watches his nephew destroy everything and everyone he loves. It will be a good test for the child. And with my hooks in his psyche—

Unnaturally golden eyes flew open in shock.

Nothing!

He could find none of those old connections, and had only the barest sense of direction to where Skywalker was!

A purifying anger roiled through him, and his rotting and arthritic hands flexed as he could not make them into fists. He used that familiar emotion to focus his mind, and grudgingly acknowledged he had indeed underestimated the youth. Apparently he had discovered what had happened to him, and only pretended to cut himself off from the Force, while in reality he used it to cleanse his mind. Now he was back unexpectedly, and doubtless already carrying out some plan. Possibly one beyond Sidious’ ability to pry upon.

How much does the Jedi know!? What is he plotting!?

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Unknown Regions, Ahch-To

With a grin, Jedi Master Luke Skywalker gulped down more of the Thala-siren's green milk. As he drank, his dark mood lifted a little.

While he had come to Ahch-To to eventually die, he had to admit the small treats in life, like such a wet and moist world as this, did make life a little better.

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Outer Rim Territories, D’Qar

With its Lush jungles, majestic mountains, and soothing plains, D'Qar was in many ways the spiritual opposite of Exegol. Moreover, it was the home of the Resistance, those Republic citizens who knew the First Order was a threat they had to fight against, despite what the Republic government claimed.

General Leia Organa Solo took a moment to let herself slump within her office, away from the eyes of everyone else. The men and women depending upon her to be their rock; unshakable, unmovable, and above all else, the unrelenting hero of the Rebel Alliance. All of that burden upon her shoulders.

Although things might be looking up now. A certain hotshot pilot, Poe Dameron, had just gotten back to them, just as they were intercepting some surprising First Order communiques. Apparently they were throwing massive resources into finding a certain Droid who resembled Commander Dameron’s BB-8 unit. The man had confirmed that he had gotten the last piece of the map to finding her brother, and that his astromech had taken the data and escaped. Now all they had to do was get to BB-8 before the First Order did.

Then they would be able to find Luke.

Releasing a sigh, she felt for the bond she shared with her twin. While she knew she would sense his death, for years she had found nothing but silence from him. Nevertheless, she refused to give up hope in him. That one day he would—

She flinched.

There was something there!

Luke, yet not Luke!

What did it mean!?

For the first time in ages she cursed how incomplete her Jedi training was. How was she supposed to figure this out on her own?

Luke! Where are you!? What has happened to you!?

BB-8 could not be found fast enough.

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Hyperspace to Takodana, Eravana

Within the Han and Chewie’s freighter in hyperspace, Jedi Master Luke Skywalker briefly stilled as he shored up his mental shields further.

Several people were reaching out to him in the Force, and while their presences were too blurred for him to recognize, he decided caution was wiser here in this strange, new galaxy, where he had far too many unanswered questions.

Hopefully Leia would be able to fill him in. Indeed, he suspected she was one of those individuals. Of course, first he would have to convince her too, as to his identity.

In the meantime, given the power he had felt behind those minds, maybe he should begin Rey’s training sooner rather than later.

Truthfully, a part of him wished he and Mara could use this time in hyperspace to relax from everything they had been through these last few days, and get a better handle of their new situation. To say nothing of working out the increasingly awkward details of their new relationship; including figuring out more of what it actually is. What does getting married mean for the two of them?

Unfortunately, the path of a Jedi was not an easy trail to follow. In fact, the ‘easy path’ could be a seductive first step away from actually being one.

He and Finn had been just heading back the cargo hold of the freighter that was carrying the Millennium Falcon, with some meal packs and water from Han and Chewie’s kitchen, while having a productive talk. The former Stormtrooper may have missed the Jedi Master’s surprise, but honestly that was no surprise given the discussion at hand. They had drifted away from discussing about the Resistance pilot Poe, and then the First Order, and onto different things the former Stormtrooper should try now that he had the freedom to make his own decisions. He was a little leery about recreational speeder races, yet cautiously optimistic about going to one of the more lush parks to enjoy the greenery after a life of sterile indoors. The man also promised to try hot chocolate at the earliest opportunity.

Now though, it was best to wrap it up. Thankfully, Finn was eager for the excuse to stop, so as to let his mind settle and absorb everything. After recommending a nap as they rejoined the ladies, Luke excused himself, and strolled over to where Mara was still talking to Rey.

“—don’t let the fancy tricks fool you though,” the older woman said. “If a Jedi doesn’t stop to use their head, they’re as good as dead. The Force can work miracles, but curing stupidity is beyond even it.”

Rey choppily nodded, drinking it all in. “What kind of miracles?” she gushed.

“Well,” Mara tapped her chin as if in thought. “Making impossible shots. Knowing when an attack’s coming before it happens, so you can defend yourself from it. Healing faster than with Bacta—”

“Bacta?” interrupted Rey in confusion.

“It helps promote healing,” Mara smoothly explained, brushing over another area of ignorance for the teen. Clearly they would have to work overtime to catch her up with the rest of the galaxy.

When Luke came up beside her, she glanced up at him, and an understanding passed between them. As Luke turned away though, he marvelled at how not only had the entire exchange been silent of words, but the Force as well. With merely a look he had read her expression, and it felt as if an entire conversation had happened.

By the Force he had been dense and blind all these years!

Shaking that off, he focused his attention on Rey, he set down the ration bars and water, and asked, “Mind if I butt in before she starts sharing embarrassing stories about me learning to be a Jedi?”

Rey gaped at the implication that a living legend could be anything except perfect.

“Oh, I’ve certainly got a few stories,” teased Mara, patting Rey on the shoulder. “For now though, I should go check up on our pilots.”

As she walked off, Luke sat down and crossed his legs beside Rey; putting himself on her level to help put her further at ease. Meanwhile, Mara stalked off to do her own job.

After all, as much as he might want a break, like Mara he was happiest when working on something productive, and there was a lot for them to do right now.

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“So what’s the name of this hunk of junk?” Mara said by way of greeting as she joined Solo and Chewbacca in the freighter cockpit. Neither was big on manners, and she had let them hear her approaching.

“The Eravana,” grunted Solo, keeping his back to her as he made adjustments to the flight console. “So, fiancé, huh?”

“Surprised me too,” she admitted.

“Like I said before, aren’t Jedi supposed to be celibate?”

“Weeeell~,” she dragged out the word with her best ‘vapid bimbo’ voice, “maybe that lack of sex is what led your Luke to snap and run away.”

He whirled around with the steely glare of the man who was a hero of the Republic, and nothing like the scraggily lowlife he had let himself become again.

Mara met his gaze with eyes of green ice, letting him know just who he was messing with.

“. . . Alright,” he nodded once as he slowly relaxed against his chair. “Maybe you’ve got something that would let you keep up with the Kid.”

Chewbacca snorted and huffed a comment, and her lips twitched at his observation. “Yes, well I suspect you’ll have plenty of opportunity to see what I’m capable of.”

“Nope,” he warned. “Once I’ve dumped you off with Leia, Chewie and I are flying far away from whatever craziness you’ve got in mind.”

Instead of addressing that, she changed the topic. “You said Leia was stripped of her title by her own people, and kicked out of the senate. Was that just regular idiocy, or are people that afraid of the First Order?”

“Both,” he grimaced. While he clearly knew what she was doing, his need to defend his wife —ex-wife? No, he did not talk that way earlier— took priority. “Yeah they were afraid of her setting off the third galactic civil war when we were still recovering from the last two. Wanted to try diplomacy and junk. Except they were also ignoring all the blatant warning signs, including the ones in hindsight. Nobody goes to that much trouble to hide they’re building strength without a bad agenda.”

Chewbacca growled out a correction that Leia had technically not been kicked out of the senate, as they had lacked the power to do so. Instead, she had resigned as she knew there was no more she could do to help the Republic from there.

There was something off there. “Surely the Republic’s fleets are up to the task?” The only reason they had not crushed the Imperial Remnant back home, was because no one was interested in the lives lost dealing with an entity which was no longer a threat.

Solo was surprised at that, so it was Chewie who growled out the answer. "Disarmament of 90% of the fleets!?" she gasped in disbelief. After their hard won fight, the New Republic she knew would never have even considered such a thing! Even ignoring the constant resurgent attempts by the Remnant to cause trouble over the years, between the Hutt's wanting a Superweapon of their own, the Black Fleet Crisis, the Corellian Crisis, Kueller's attacks, and ongoing piracy, the Republic would never have survived this long if it had done something like that! Not even someone as non-militant as Chief of State Gavrisom would dare even publicly hint at such actions!

Oh, sure, there was a general reduction in producing new ships, yet they were holding onto the ones they had with a tight grip. Plus the ones actually being produced were of a higher quality.

Chest tightening with unease as she already knew the answer, “While the size of the First Order’s fleet is unknown, everyone believes it to be large, right?”
“Like I said,” Solo tightly said, “they spent a long time hiding. Even after Chancellor Mon,” Mon Mothma, “signed that peace treaty with what was left of the Empire. Only for this new version to show up.”

This . . . was bad. She and Luke had been working under the unspoken assumption that if the Republic was still around, then it would have the muscle to back it up. Instead, it was in a precarious position. Moreover, she was willing to bet this Supreme Leader Snoke was preparing a fleet for a knock-out punch at the capital. Or had dusted off an old Superweapon that Palpatine had left hidden away.

“So General Solo’s left with whatever she can scavenge together for guerrilla warfare?” she said, making a jab at how he was supposed to be General Solo during all this mess.

His eyes flickered bitterly, before grunting, “Pretty much, yeah. All nostalgic. Where you with the Rebel Alliance?”

“I met Luke later,” she deflected. Better to prove her credibility more before she revealed details like being Palpatine’s personal and favoured assassin. Even if there had indeed been other Emperor’s Hands, she liked to think she had been the best of them. Also the minor fact she was still technically a criminal, albeit one with a good relationship with the upper echelons of the government. “We ran into each other when he was dealing some smugglers, and some Imperials pursuing him too. He was lost in space with a broken hyperdrive motivator, and I sensed him calling out with the Force, and dropped my ship out of hyperspace. One thing led to another.”

It looked like Solo was about to press further until Chewbacca elbowed him. With a significant look, the Wookie got him to drop it. They could go into it later. Now it was his turn to change the topic. “Got anything more to say now about your two tag-alongs?” He suspected they knew more, except the had not been able to question them given the need to run off and get them into hyperspace.

“The girl’s a powerful and inexperienced Force Sensitive who has no idea of what she is capable of. Brilliant pilot though, and a skilled mechanic. Oh, and who we picked up from a desert planet.”

Her smirk grew even along with Solo’s eyes as he made the obvious comparison. “Oh, please tell me she’s not another Skywalker!” he almost begged with a mixture of mild horror, denial, and resignation.

Ah, good. It seemed like one multiverse constant was how busy Han Solo would be trying to keep the twins from getting themselves killed. “Wouldn’t surprise me if she’s a distant relative.”

He groaned, while Chewbacca guffawed. “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, furball. You’re riding along too. What about the other one?”

For Finn, Mara sobered up. “He’s a defecting First Order Stormtrooper. Not sure he’ll join the Rebellion—”

“The Resistance,” he corrected a bit sharply. “Why not?”

“Same difference. And you all of all people should know that former Imperials don’t throw themselves right into fighting against it. Especially after fighting off that type of indoctrination.”

He glanced at Chewie, and something in their expressions made her realize that there was more than a test here. “What?”

Chewbacca made a series of barks and growls, which made her eyebrows rise, before narrowing in anger. “Really, they’re abducting children for training? Wholescale?”

It . . . should not be a surprise. It was what had happened to her after all. Except, even for the Imperial Remnant they had preferred to conscript from young adults once the war had seriously started to turn against them. Nevertheless, it made sense as brainwashing them while young, conditioning them to total obedience without having to break them of the lessons they had learnt growing up, would only make it easier to turn them into the perfect tools. Unquestioning, and raised to believe whatever they had suffered in ‘training,’ was for a higher purpose. Slaves in all but name.

“You’re worried if he’s genuine or not.”

Han grimaced, and Chewbacca huffed. “It’s just rumours we’ve heard. Only, we haven’t heard anything about other defectors either. ‘Course, maybe they’re just keeping it quiet. But we if they are, they’re not running to the Republic where they’d be in the headlines about it.”

They sat in thought for a moment, before he shrugged. “Whatever. I’ll take your word you’re not letting a viper at your back. What made him run?”

“He’s so nervous, we haven’t asked. We’re planning to turn him over to the Resistance, with the promise of a new life in return for whatever he knows. He’ll have to tell someone during the debriefing though.”

A rumble from Chewie, and Mara grimaced a little in embarrassment. “Sorry. His name’s Finn. No last name yet. And her name’s Rey.”

“Is the Kid going to be teaching her?”

“Most likely,” she admitted. “Of course, it’s dangerous to let any untrained Force User just run around.”

“Leia and the Resistance can take care of her too, if she’s not into fighting either,” Solo reluctantly offered.

“Yes,” Mara agreed. Because that was the kind of person Leia Organa Solo was, even if it meant passing over having such a potential resource on your side. However, Mara already knew Rey was committed to taking down the First Order. Now the trick was making sure she did not lose herself in the process.

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Now what’s running through her pretty little mind? wondered Han Solo.

She was a sharp one, no question. Her face and body language also gave off no clues which told him she had received some serious training at it.

Which of course was another point against her being with Luke, any Luke, in his mind. He was not really one for secrets after all.

I mean, just look at them! Sure, she’s got some dirt and grime on her, but what can you expect from Jakku? Other than that, she doesn’t look like she’s worked a hard day in her life, and that kind of exotic beauty makes me wonder how an open-hearted, honest, humble farmboy could’ve ever scored with her.

Can’t be just a Force thing either. He wouldn’t base it on just that.

And yeah, yeah, sure, Leia and I are from two separate worlds, only that’s entirely different!

All this flashed through his mind before she changed topics again.

“So where are we headed exactly?”

He flashed her his second best, roguish smile; only his wife deserved the best. “What, don’t you trust me, sweetheart?”

“You’re Han Solo,” she deadpanned. “You fly into hostile environments for the fun of it, like any other Corellian. More to the point, if we’re going somewhere you’re not afraid of the First Order finding us, and are comfortable with, that most likely means it’s some sort of Fringe outpost. We’ve already dealt with two groups of them after your head, and I’ll bet there’s more.”

Chewie huffed in amused agreement, while Han had to reluctantly concede that point. “You know Maz?”

“No.”

Passing over what was probably another difference between how their universes worked, he gruffly gave a brief explanation. “She’s a pirate queen. Really old, and really dangerous. Likes to give out cryptic advice for the fun of it. Thing is, her palace is also a safe haven for pirates, smugglers, the works. No violence allowed.”

“So we’ll take you guys and the Droid in to show her, and she’ll believe me when I want to see Leia. Maz will have the right connections. Especially since I bet Leia'll already be buying goods for the Resistance through her.”

“You’re not worried about the First Order having put out a description and reward for Beebee-Ate?” Red skeptically asked. “We have enough people to leave a guard behind with him.”

“Not my first rodeo,” he huffed. “I might not know how to swing around a laser sword, or spout hokey, mystic riddles, but don’t lecture me on how to do smuggling.”

To his surprise, he caught a glimmer of amusement at that. Interesting.

“There’s a lot of Droids in the galaxy,” he went on. “Plus, given what it’s holding, I don’t want to let it out of my sight. So it’s staying by me.”

“And needlessly reckless,” she argued.

“It’s. Staying. By. Me,” he emphasized in his firmest voice. This was the way to find Luke after all, and he was not going to cow to anybody about that. Not even another Luke and his shifty maybe-Jedi companion. “You don’t like it, then just be ready with your little Force tricks if anything happens.”

She met his glare with her own for about twenty seconds, before she shrugged her shoulders and gave a sharp nod.

Okay. Good. Red was not the type to get offended by ‘norms’ talking back, nor demanding things be her way all the time. Except he could not shake the feeling she had also withdrawn to give him that very impression. Well, they were stuck in a foreign universe apparently. Speaking of which . . .

“So how’re you holding up?”

Instead of answering, she just raised an eyebrow in a silent query for him to elaborate. Impressive at how much emotion and command she put into such a small gesture.

“With this whole alternate universe thing,” Han bluntly said. “You and the kid might’ve been trying to hide it, but I can read him like a book, and even you were clearly shaken when you figured this all out.”

Briefly she stiffened before regaining control of herself. Yeah, definitely upset.

“We’ll manage,” she simply said. “We’ll need to grab some time to sort matters out, but it’s not like we’ve got much choice except go with the flow of the Force on this.” There was a definite hint of bitterness to her voice on the last bit. Not very Jedi-like that.

Before he could interrogate her further, she abruptly turned to walk away. “I got what I need. I should get back to see how Luke’s handling teaching Rey.”

Mara got a few steps before she turned her head back to the older men. “By the way, a little warning. Things will be a lot easier for Luke if you’re not dumping all your hopes solely on his shoulders. You’ll find it’ll go a lot easier for you too. By the sounds of things, this mess with the First Order isn’t something one person can solve all on their own.”

With that parting shot, she briskly turned the corner out of sight, leaving Han and Chewie to exchanged weighted looks.

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Well, reflected Mara, that was informative. Maybe I should’ve stayed longer, but I want to see how Luke’s lessons are going. I don’t want him to get cocky with another student, and mess her up as well.

With a touch of irritation, she double-checked her mental shields to ensure her thoughts remained private from Luke. That connection was going to take some getting used to, and she did not want any of her thoughts leaking over to him as a distraction.

No, the man could teach, and do it well. She remembered his own efforts when they had been on Wayland together. It was just that his track record with extra-powerful Force Sensitives was less positive. Hopefully together they could nip any problems in the bud though.

Hmm, and as much as I might dislike it, it might be helpful for her to witness Luke and I working out our own relationship. Personal attachments are where she’s going to struggle the most.

She knew that Luke allowed his students to have those for his Jedi, and even outright relationships, in violation of how the Old Jedi Order had operated. Granted, individuals like Corran Horn would have ignored him if he said otherwise, and frankly Luke had been in too many relationships beforehand to feasibly enforce it. She wondered at what point he had even learnt about that piece of history.

Except she also knew Corran had come close to the edge of the Dark Side in trying to save his wife, as had Kyle Katarn for Jan Ors. Mara herself was hardly going to turn her back on Karrde and the friends she had made among her fellow smugglers. To say nothing of some of the stupidity Luke had committed over women in the past.

She also suspected he had come close to the Dark Side only a few days ago when Admiral Parck had put her behind the Force-repelling influence of ysalamiri. After all, in such a state it would seem as if she had ‘disappeared’ from the Force like they had killed her. While he had resisted the temptation to give in to his darker emotions, she knew that was one of the things they would have to discuss in private. Later.

Nevertheless, Luke and the others had learnt as best as they could from their experiences. She knew that while the new Jedi were taught how attachments could be a source of strength, they were also warned of the dangers it posed. The extreme lengths otherwise good and decent people would find themselves willing to go, to save those they cared for. The principles they were willing to violate to save them from any number of threats. Or how thoughts like jealously or betrayal could twist them up inside.

It could be hard for regular people to understand the danger involved, since everyone risked this every time they got close to people. Regrettably, for Force Users, such emotions could threaten to leave them consumed by the Dark Side, lashing out at the galaxy around them.

The Old Jedi Order had thus discouraged forming such attachments wholescale, out of the desire to remain totally neutral, and to help ensure their Knights were never in a crisis where they had to choose between the life of single person they loved, or thousands of innocents. Making it a blanket rule for everyone to follow also simplified things, by ensuring they did not have to examine each Jedi’s relationships and why some had to be discouraged from them, while others were trusted to make them.

Except that was the ‘easy way,’ and it had eventually backfired on the Jedi. While she was unaware of the specifics of the rise of Darth Vader, his rabid fixation on his son, a child who he was never supposed to have birthed in the first place, made Mara strongly suspect his Fall had involved Luke’s mother. Moreover, she had read from the Jedi histories Karrde had collected, ones written by various neutral sources, as opposed to Imperial propaganda, which had lamented how distant the Jedi had come from the very people they were supposed to protect. It had made it harder for people to mourn their loss when Palpatine had hunted them down, and easier to believe his lies about them as well.

That’s not to say Rey’s like how Anakin Skywalker was. It’s just that she’s desperate for her own attachments with people, individuals she can trust after having no one like that on Jakku, and that makes her vulnerable. She’s got to learn how to connect with people, care about them and be cared about in turn, while staying safe.

Teenage girl drama, with the added complication of enough power to bend steel with her mind. Just how I wanted to spend my time.

Upon re-entering the cargo hold where the Falcon was kept, Mara found herself reinforcing her shields again to hide her surprise.  

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Luke knew he had to take a different approach than normal to help Rey.

For Leia, his first clumsy attempt at training another, he had jumped right into lending her his lightsaber, and set her up against a combat remote like Ben Kenobi had done for him. During this he had tried to coach her into giving the Force enough control. It was only years later, after having taught others, that he had come to truly understand not only how innately gifted his sister and he were, but also the importance knowing the emotional health of his students.

When he had started training Leia, she had already been a grown woman then, with a steely spine who had endured unimaginable horrors and emerged from them with her self-control and morals unyielding as ever. There was no fear of her turning to the Dark Side. Ever.

Rey had none of that confidence or certainty, and while he believed her to be a good person, he was unsure of how much her own convictions had been tested, and in what regards. Of course, in order to survive a place like Jakku, even from what little he had gleamed of the place, he knew she must have self-discipline, and had overcome personal challenges before. It was just that she was now outside of her comfort zone, and as naïve as he had been at that young age. Only time would tell if she had the inner steel to withstand whatever the galaxy threw at her.

Regardless, the sooner she began to learn about the Force, and what being a Jedi Knight really meant, the better. Detractors of the Old Jedi Order might have scathingly accused them of only wanting children so as to better indoctrinate them, only to overlook how even Luke acknowledged there had been good reasons to start so early. Including why the Jedi Code was so strict. Growing up and going through life, any mistakes or accidents for those Force Sensitive could have far greater consequences than those without it. Or from lashing out with their emotions.

Not that he was particularly concerned in Rey’s case. If she were given to lashing out with her anger, he was sure that she would already be aware of the Force by virtue of the targets of her anger going flying. Instead, her incredible power had likely only manifested in ‘hunches,’ and good instincts and reflexes which had helped keep her alive so long. No, she evidently had good self-control, and appeared to a fundamentally kind and generous —if not necessarily soft— soul from what he had observed so far. There was no trace of the Dark in her. It was merely a case of giving her the tools so she could stay that way.

Artoo and Beebee-Ate were conferring with each other, comparing information and history, which was good of them. Finn came by to watch from the side. “I know what you said about getting a rest, it’s just that I’m still too all keyed up. Besides, I want to see how Rey does.” He had been shocked to learn she was Force Sensitive, yet also openly delighted for her sake, which Rey had deeply appreciated. His continued presence from choosing to spend his personal time to watch her perform, further fueled her joy. Currently she was sitting cross-legged on the deck at her own initiative, the very picture of an eager student.

Taking his cue from how Ben had begun Luke’s training, and how Rey had already been shot at today, it was decided to start with the basics of the lightsaber. They would get into the philosophy right after. With his hard-earned experience, he knew how people on the cusp of adulthood, and having grown up concerned about day-to-day survival, were more interested in practical concerns they could grasp right off, rather than delving into spiritual matters. He would have to gently guide her into that.

 “This is the traditional weapon of a Jedi,” said Luke, holding up his trusty lightsaber. Although his following speech was different than Ben’s had been, as he had grown up in a time when a thousand years of Jedi authority meant the mere sight of a lightsaber could end conflicts. “When wielded properly, it can be elegant, precise, and for both offense and defense. However it is not perfect, and many of the Jedi I have taught have shown a preference to having skills with other weapons too. Here, watch me.”

Since he lacked a combat remote to shoot at her, he ignited the blade, and fell into a kata for students who had a few years under their belt. A bit flashy, yet well suited to excite your audience, while not appearing too difficult to learn.

He caught the awe on both Finn and Rey’s expressions, and deactivated the blade. “Now you try,” he offered Rey the hilt.

It took her a moment to process what he said before jumping up eagerly, only to almost-physically cut herself short from outright grabbing for it. With hesitation and palatable awe, she reverently accepted it. Stepping back for more room, she proceeded to activate the blade herself, and copy Luke’s movements.

Perfectly.

Her form was absolutely perfect display of that kata, with the relaxed precision of a master.

The Force flowed through her, helping her guide her actions, even as her own body effortlessly adapted to the motions.

“Wow, very well done!” applauded Luke with joy, making her flush. “Alright, let’s try a few others.” Again and again she mimicked him, drinking up his praise like it was water. Speaking of which, “Get a drink so you stay hydrated,” he said. “Actually, let’s get some food too. Finn, did you eat yet?”

Belatedly realizing how hungry and thirsty they were, both Finn and Rey quickly hurried off to where the man had left the ration bars and bottles. While they scarfed it all down, Mara came up to join him. He had sensed her reaching the bay when Rey was halfway through, and while he had not felt anything through her shields, the very fact they had been raised told him she had been as shocked as him.

“How’s it going?” he asked.

“Productive,” Mara neutrally said. He knew from their expressions that there was a lot unsaid there, but he could be patient. “And you?”

“Well,” grinned Luke, “Rey’s a natural, that’s for sure!”

“Is she now?” asked Han as he sidled up.

“Yep. You should go see her later. She was also a natural with the Falcon, both as a pilot and mechanic.”

While Han was skeptical, if anybody could judge a pilot it was Luke, so it was a good reference. He caught Rey glancing at the rest of the bars, he indicated for her to eat up some more if she was hungry. “You’ll need your strength,” he winked.

For any of Luke’s regular students, they probably would have been suspicious of all his enthusiasm, except it was obvious Rey needed all the approval and validation she could get. The trick would be slowly weening her off it, so she was not so dependent upon Luke for it, while her own talent would lead others praise her as well.

A part of him was also a bit wary of how well she was doing. The young woman’s talent with a lightsaber, especially for what was supposed to be her first time, was beyond anything he had ever seen before. She had also been surprisingly quick and at ease giving the Force such control over her movements, and to an unexpected degree as well. Many of his graduates, full-time Jedi Knights, would have struggled with such a connection to the Force.

It was not at all a bad thing, merely . . . curious. Definitely curious. And with the Force, there were rarely, if ever, any ‘coincidences.’

 “Rey, I should have asked this sooner: do you have any prior experience with weapons?”

“Uhm, just my staff, Master Skywalker.”

“Oh? Can you show me later?”

Nodding enthusiastically, she crammed the last of her latest bar in her mouth, and hurried off to the cargo hold. Sedately, Luke followed, with a still slightly nervous Finn right behind. Truthfully, he had meant to get started on the philosophical stuff while they digested lunch, yet no matter. If she got cramps from rushing right into exercises after stuffing herself, it would be simple lessons right there. Including telling your instructors you needed a break first.

Her weapon was a metal quarter-staff, a little taller than she was, and obviously something she had salvaged from somewhere.

And then she began twirling it. Spinning it around at imagined targets. She lacked the finesse, the refined fluidity he has witnessed in men and women trained in martial arts use staves before, yet there was unquestionable skill present. Economic movements, nicely balanced footwork, perfectly shifting between one stance and grip to the next. Yes, he could see how she could have modified her abilities here to suit a lightsaber, even if it should still have been incredibly difficult.

“Very nice,” Luke complimented again, while Finn briefly clapped. However she caught her teacher’s distraction. “Is something wrong?”

“Hmm, no, not wrong at all. Just one moment.” Looking around, he found a piece of serviceable rope, and went up to her. “Can I see your staff?”

Instantly she offered it to him, and he unclipped his lightsaber, he tied it onto one end with some convenient rope, and ignited it. “Try now.”

Face alight with expectation, she made a few cautious swipes with the new polearm, getting a feel for it, before dropping once more into her previous forms. Adjustments were quickly made, without a single burn into the deck of the ship or any nearby debris as she re-created her entire fighting style. Faster and faster she went, completely lost in the sheer joy of what she was doing, while the Force flowed around and through her.

It was anyone’s guess how long she could have gone on, only for her to be snapped out of it by awestruck beeps by Beebee-Ate.

Breathing heavily and dripping sweat, she fumbled to switch off the lightsaber. Stepping forward, Luke took the staff from her to get his weapon back, and guided her to sit down on a convenient crate. “Very well done,” he emphasized.

“That’s certainly new,” said Han, striding over, hiding his own shock.

“Definitely impressive,” said Mara, bringing over some water for the girl to chug down.

“‘Impressive?’” gushed Finn. “That was amazing!”

“Never heard of someone doing something like that with a lightsaber before,” added Han.

“It’s rare,” admitted Luke. “But using a sword is not mandatory. A lightsaber’s design is a personal thing, with some Jedi Knights in the past preferring the Long Handled Lightsaber design. The Emperor's Shadow Guard also used Lightsaber Pikes. A staff like that is longer than normal, but it’s entirely up to her how she wants to design it in the end.”

Having gotten herself under control, Rey asked, “So I can make my own?”

“Yes. Some Jedi go through several designs as they themselves grow and change. You may want to practice a bit with different ones first though, to find out what length you want in the end. Including how vulnerable you feel the longer design is.”

“Because the longer grip provides bigger target for people to hit and destroy,” she instantly caught on.

“Precisely. Also how well you feel you can do against deflecting blaster bolts, which is the main threat Jedi face.” He said nothing about Han’s son, as she was much too fresh to even consider facing him yet. “But given what I have seen, I am sure you can manage. You might also be interested in designing your blade with adjustable lengths.” Privately, he suspected her final design she arrived at would be a regular lightsaber which could be screwed onto her staff which she carried on her back, while also connecting to controls down the pole. Indeed, it would be beneficial if she had an alternative weapon to handle fights, without exposing herself as a Jedi. A versatile design for her to be sure.

Flushed with exertion and joy, Rey stood up to give him a deep bow. “I won’t let you down, Master!”

“Please, no bowing,” he firmly said. She was a little taken-aback, but he decided to switch things up a bit. “Now let’s take a break to discuss more of what it means to be a Jedi. Because it’s not just about waving a lightsaber around.”

Quickly she composed herself and sat back down, aiming to be as composed and attentive as possible while he lectured. “In the Old Republic, for a thousand generations the Jedi Knights were guardians of peace and justice. They did this by healing, diplomacy, and yes, by fighting when there was no other choice. What sets Jedi apart from other people, is their greater connection to the Force. The Force is what gives a Jedi his power. It's an energy field created by all living things. It surrounds us, penetrates us, and binds the galaxy together.

“However,” and now he looked stern, “it doesn’t make us better than anyone else. Indeed, it can be dangerous. The Force is in all beings, and we are all equal before it.”

She nodded, and he could feel satisfaction from Mara.

“Being a Force User does not automatically make someone a Jedi, as we are a just a single sect of it. A religion if you will, on how we are to co-exist with it. A Jedi uses the Light Side of the Force, and opposes those who use the Dark Side.” Luke had to be careful how much he said about that for now, having learned from Kueller’s example, to say nothing of his own failings, the danger of providing too much right off about the Dark Side. A warning was necessary, but emphasizing how emotions could field greater powers was not something he wanted new students considering. Moreover, given what had happened to Ben Solo, it would be negligent to keep completely silent.

Moreover, it was misleading to say ‘the Dark Side is more powerful.’ A more accurate description, was that it was almost entirely for the purpose of hurting and killing people, which was a wholly different matter.

“With the Light Side, the Force is our ally, and it guides us so that we can achieve so much more. For life is what creates the Force, and that is the side it is on. With the Dark Side, one imposes their own will upon the Force, only for it invariably corrupt you, leading to nothing but great loneliness, sadness, fear, and empty promises. My father, was Anakin Skywalker, and Fell to the Dark Side to become Darth Vader," a revelation which visibly startled her. “He believed it gave him power to protect those he loved, yet the Dark emotions and actions he embraced only consumed him, and cost him the very people he had embraced them for. It was not until the very end he let himself accept this, and turn back to the Light, knowing it would kill him."

Yes, a careful emphasis that the Dark Side would cost her any friends she wanted to make.

He could feel the surprise from Han and Finn, and encouragement from Mara. Artoo had a few snippy beeps for Vader though, which Luke ignored. “Any questions so far?” he asked the pale girl.

Swallowing, she shook her head, and said, “No, sir.”

Hmm, well hopefully she comes up with some later after she’s had a chance to unpack all that. Talking with someone else might help, and I can trust Han to push on it. Maybe she’ll approach Finn for that matter.  

“While there will be some parts where I will need you to be patient for in the future, for the most part I need you to speak up if anything concerns you. That way you help me be a better teacher.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Alright. Are you sure you want to learn more about being a Jedi? Or do you just want to learn more about the Force so you can safely use it?”

Mara spoke up at that, “I spent years using the Force before deciding to be a Jedi. Others have chosen different paths as well. It’s not an easy life.”

“I’ll become a Jedi, and make you proud,” Rey declared with resolution.

 “I’m sure you will,” Luke said with a small smile. “For our first lesson into the more formal matters is the Jedi Code. It is ‘Emotion, yet Peace. Ignorance, yet Knowledge. Passion, yet Serenity. Chaos, yet Harmony. Death, yet the Force.’”

The Jedi Master held up a hand before she could say anything. “Think about it. Reflect upon it. Even just a single part at a time. This is a philosophy which defines a Jedi’s life, and something like that cannot be truly understood at once. It is broken up like that for a reason after all. But most importantly of all,” and he saw her flinch back at the intensity he knew was in his eyes, “that version of the Code is not perfect, nor the only one that has been made. My own teachers followed a different one, while this is the one I follow, and teach my own students. In fact, it is what the Jedi used to teach before the one my teachers had. However,” he gently if firmly emphasized, “each Jedi must come to understand what it means to be a Jedi on their own. Question your own path. Debate it. Let the Code guide you, not define you. Explore what it means to depth of your heart, because being a Jedi Knight is a never-ending journey, because the Force is vaster and more mysterious than you can yet imagine.”

Mara was fighting to hide how attractive she was finding her fiancé right now. Although it’s a pity he started up his Academy before having this sort of self-understanding about being a Jedi, or teaching about it. Otherwise I might’ve stayed. At least a little longer.

Gulping Rey bobbed her head. “Yes, Master.”

Now with a light smile, he finished, “But above all, never forget that a Jedi is not to be a warrior. Our purpose is to strive for knowledge and understanding between sentients. We are never to be the aggressor, resorting to violence only in defense of themselves and those who cannot protect themselves. All while serving the Force and letting us guide our actions. And that? That I know you can do.”

Her smile and hope lit up both the bay and the Force.

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Pleased with Rey's answer and conviction, Luke patted her on the shoulder. "You should take a break now though. You shouldn't overstrain yourself. Especially on your first day."

"Alright," she brightly smiled. She gave a bow, only to abort it as he raised a hand.

"You don't need to be so formal," he said not unkindly. It was actually a bit uncomfortable, given how insecure he knew she was deep down. While he knew it was only meant as a sign of her respect, he wanted to first boost up her self-confidence before she made any submissive gestures.

"Okay," she said, her happiness thankfully only a little dimmed, and compromised with a bob of her head.

"Now as for me," he said with an easy grin, "Mara and I really need some private time to talk."

With that, he slipped aside with his fiancé, who led him deeper into the Eravana.

As they left the cargo bay where they had been doing their drills, and the Millennium Falcon still rested, they heard Finn telling Rey he needed to talk to her too.

Luke raised an eyebrow at Mara, only for her to shake her head. "Yes, she's been through a lot already, but the sooner he tells her the truth the better."

/ * * \

* * * Legends Never Die * * *

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With the Jedi out of the way, and the kids heading over to a corner to talk, and finally no more immediate issues to deal with, Han and Chewie turned their attention back to the Millennium Falcon. Their recovered home.

Neither of them had an iota of Force Sensitivity, yet they could not deny the sensation of being drawn into it.

Unfortunately Chewie grunted out an unwanted observation.

"Yeah," muttered Han irritably. "Someone's got to keep an eye on the hunk of junk carrying us." Especially given their cargo. "Except somebody's got to make sure the Falcon's in tip-top shape. It wasn't working right when we picked them up, and we might need to make a getaway from Maz's place." Throwing a stink-eye at his co-pilot, "Which you knew before you left the controls to come down here."

The Wookie made a knowing comment at that, and Han waved his hand exasperatedly. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Tell you what, we flip a coin, your coin, because I'm a fair and generous guy—"

A chuff of laughter at that.

"—Fair and generous guy, and the winner gets to work on the Falcon. Alright?"

In answer, his best friend pulled out a coin.

A minute later, a grinning Han with a tool box walked back up the ramp to this time properly appreciate his old home without any Force Nonsense to distract him.

Unfortunately his giddiness quickly fell flat when it became clear how badly abused his old girl had been. Getting her back in shape would be a tall order. Probably best to get Other Luke and his girlfriend to look after the Eravana when they were done with their talk, or whatever they were doing, so they could free Chewie up.

"Well, best get to it," the smuggler said aloud.

With practiced ease despite the years it had been, he fell into the familiar rhythm of doing maintenance on his and Chewie's ship, and trying to figure out where all the problems were this time.

Ah, it was good to be back.

After a while, he heard someone else come aboard, and pulled himself out of the machinery pit in the deck to see it was the girl. She was rubbing her hands together nervously, and he could tell she was feeling emotionally overwhelmed. No surprise given the sort of day she had had, but hopefully she was not going to make it his problem.

"Uhm, can I . . . help?" she asked. "It's just, I need to do something right now."

He gave her an assessing look for a heartbeat, before nodding. "Rey, right? Sure, make yourself useful."

"Thanks. Uhm," she repeated herself, looking around until she saw the box of tools, and pulled some out. From her selection, he could tell she meant to get right into the guts of his ship.

"You know how to use those?"

A touch of defiance back, she sharply said, "Watch me."

And he did. After about thirty seconds he could tell she knew what she was doing as she threw herself into the job. Well it looked like Mara was right that Rey was a skilled mechanic.

Since he was still a scoundrel, he could not help prying. "So what has you so down all of a sudden? You were riding a bigger high than spice less than an hour ago."

"It's, uh, Finn," she said, not sure what to say next.

"Ah," he said with understanding. "He told you he was a Stormtrooper from the First Order, who defected."

There was a bang, and Rey quickly came over. "You knew!?" she gasped.

"Not just a pretty face," he deflected. True, Mara had told him, yet once he had started looking, the clues had been obvious to him. "So, what? You're mad at him for being from the First Order? Or that he lied to you?"

"No! I-!" She bit her lip to think. "I get why he lied, I guess. It's more Finn I'm worried about. Once he made himself tell me, how he had been ashamed to tell me the truth at first, of what he was, he just . . . ran off. Like he expected me to hate him, and didn't know what to do."

"Breaking away from that kind of life can be pretty hard on a guy," offered Han. "If you're okay with it, then give him space. While making it clear to him you're not upset."

"How do I let him know that if I'm not around him?" she asked quizzically.

Oh, Force. This kid really was out of her depths. He sighed, and rubbed his face. On the one hand it was dangerous to let someone that naïve run around with the Force. On the other hand Luke had done alright. With a little friendly advice from him of course. Ah, what the Corellian Hells, he could at least give out the odd piece of advice.

"It's nothing you've done wrong," he gruffly told her. "Let him breathe, don't try and avoid him. Throw him a smile or something to show you're not angry. That you're not pushing him away. Now keep it up, you're doing a good job here, but it's not over yet."

That brought a smile back to her face, and she threw herself back into her work, only now giving him a running commentary on what she was doing. And her work was . . . okay, yeah, it really was good. Original too. He had to double-check her work a few times, like when she claimed she had by-passed the hyperdrive compressor to get around some other faults, yet did not correct her on the results.

She took it for the silent compliment it was.

"So what are you smuggling?" she asked, breaking out of her fixation on her work. "I mean, you're Han Solo, the man who made the Kessel Run in fourteen parsecs!"

"Twelve!" he cut in. He also resisted the urge to say he used to be 'Han Solo.' That was who he was before what Ben—he cut off that line of thought. Besides, now there might be another chance for his boy.

Undaunted, Rey continued, "So you must be smuggling something big!"

"Some rathtars," he said offhand.

"What's a rathtar?"

"They're big and they're dangerous," was all he said. Hmm, should he warn the others? Nah, they would not be a bother, and not worth the effort.

/ * * \

* * * Legends Never Die * * *

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Fortunately the Eravana was a veritable maze of corridors, and it did not take Luke and Mara long to find somewhere private. Once she had found and covered up the security camera Han had in the room of course. Seems this version was a little more paranoid than the one they knew. Or perhaps more properly cautious? No matter, they had bigger concerns right now.

Now that they were alone and did not have to put on a brave face for the others, Luke gave Mara a gentle, concerned look. "How are you feeling?"

"As well as can be expected," she bit out with a touch of frustration.

"That bad?"

"I didn't ask to be pulled into a war against some neo-Empire, Skywalker." She stopped, and let out those emotions with a deep breath. "Except I am a Jedi now, and I don't want another Palpatine ruining people's lives. Won't allow it. I'm sorry, Luke, it's just . . ." she trailed off, only for him to wait patiently until she admitted, "overwhelming."

"I know what you mean. We'll get through it though."

"Oh?" she smirked. "Because you'll just walk out with a lightsaber and face down the whole First Order by yourself?"

"Of course not!" he grinned. "I'll have Artoo with me!"

Despite herself, she could not fight the humour she leaked out at that.

"And while they're distracted, they won't see you coming!"

"Yes," she softly agreed. "No they won't."

The Droid chose to interrupt with a few beeps, snapping them out of staring into each other's eyes.

Sobered up, Luke put on his 'Jedi Master' face. "Although speaking of Palpatine, whatever's going on here, there are some very powerful Force Users involved."

Immediately understanding, her eyes widened. "You could feel them reaching for you even in hyperspace?" she asked a little incredulously. Such a range was highly unusual after all, and only a bare handful had ever achieved it to her knowledge. The Emperor being the main one who came to mind for her.

"Leia and I can do it across the galaxy sometimes," Luke pointed out, remembering when she had desperately if unintentionally called for him from Bespin. "But nothing ever really specific, and only in moments of serious distress. I think what I felt was something similar to that though. She felt her brother, or someone like her, and is trying to make a connection. So that accounts for one of them."

"You didn't reach back, of course," she glowered. She was a little more defensive, as she was wondering now from how far away she and Luke could 'talk' with their minds.

"Of course not, I'm not that reckless," he defended. Her unimpressed look was telling, so he moved on. "I've no idea about the others though. One is likely Snoke though, even if I couldn't sense anything specific."

"With our luck, he's definitely a Dark Side user too," she grimaced. Going by what she knew of her Luke's niece and nephews, this Ben Solo was likely a powerful Force Sensitive as well. As he was a Dark Sider, she very much doubted he would follow anyone but someone even more powerful than himself. Thrawn was the only non-Force Sensitive who had managed to keep a powerful Dark Sider in line, and even then he had 'cheated' with Ysalamiri. So logically, the odds favoured Snoke to be another Force User.

"If there was another Light Sider with the Resistance or Republic, Solo and Chewbacca wouldn't be so desperate to see you. I warned them about that by the way."

"Thanks," he winced. One of the great things about there being more Jedi available back home, was how nobody was laying all their hopes and expectations solely on him. Well, not as much anyways.

"What's the plan for where we're going with BeeBee-Ate and meeting her by the way? General Leia I mean." Thinking of her with that military title made it a little easier to distinguish them in his head.

"A smuggler's hangout. Do you know any major Fringer named Maz? Me neither. Anyways, Solo wants to take us and the Droid to meet her. He's not in the mood to hear about the risk exposing it either."

"Except it's something you don't want to push him on," he said with a raised eyebrow, following her thought process. "Well, he is rather anxious to find the other me, and we still need his help. If Chewie can't convince him otherwise, or won't, we'll just have to risk it."

"Alright," she nodded.

Without anything else immediate, they just stared at each other for a few long heartbeats, trying to figure out what they should say next, and who should go first. They had a whole mountain of issues to discuss after all.

"Us being a couple is going to raise some friction with the Resistance," she warned. "They don't know me like back home. And even then there'll be people raising a ruckus."

"Let them," he shrugged. "It's not their business. If anything, it'll help emphasize I'm not the Luke they're expecting."

"Sure. On that note though, how are you going to handle someone who's technically your nephew?"

Ah. Yes. Ben Solo.

Taking in a deep breath, Luke said, "If possible, I'll save and redeem him. However, either way, we cannot allow a Dark Sider to run around free."

Mara raised a knowing eyebrow. "It makes it easier that it's not actually Jacen or Anakin."

"Yes," he sighed. "Although Han really seems to think it was Father's blood which made him that way."

"They didn't seem to be as supportive of him as your actual sister and brother-in-law are to their kids," she said. "It's no excuse for him Falling, the people he's already killed, just something to keep in mind."

"True," grinned Luke, "there is that."

Although . . .

The redhead stopped to think back on all the attempted and actual assassination attempts the three Solo brats had gone through. Including what they had all experienced with the Corellian Rebellion. The kids had gotten therapy for all that, right?

. . . Something to bring up later.

"If he's with the First Order, we're certain to encounter him sooner than later. So keep that in mind, and don't get too soft on him," she sharply warned him.

"Going by what Finn told me, he's going by the name 'Kylo Ren' now. That said, be careful of engaging him yourself," he gently warned her. "He was able to kill a bunch of students, and destroy the Academy without my counterpart being able to stop him. This Snoke character has likely been training him further since then."

She grimaced at that, yet held her tongue. As irritating as it was, he was right that she was rusty at fighting other Force Users, or others with lightsabers. Better let Luke try first. Not that she would risk this 'Kylo Ren' escaping to ruin more lives.

Anything further was cut off as Han's voice came over the intercom. "Attention passengers. Chewie says we're only a few minutes out from Takodana. So finish whatever you're doing and get ready to depart."

"That's . . . surprising," Luke noted with a faint frown.

"You mean it's complete nonsense," Mara sharply corrected. "We haven't travelled nearly long enough for this bucket of bolts, even the Falcon, to have travelled far enough to reach another system already. Even if Solo was stupid enough to take the Droids someplace right next door."

"You're right, he wouldn't, so what—?"

"Oh," she frowned in annoyance that it had taken her so long. "We're in the future. They must've made some developments with hyperdrives. Maybe even entirely different designs are made here. We can look at what it is capable of later. And get a copy of the schematics." She made a dismissive sniff. "Who knows, maybe if they're good enough, it'll make this trip worth it when we get home."

For his part, Luke appreciated her forward thinking and optimism in this. And yes, he was pretty intrigued by what such a hyperdrive could accomplish too.

She gave him a critical once-over, and warned, "You can't go as you are though. You're too noticeable here as well."

He looked down at his black jumpsuit, and nodded. "I'll need to borrow something to cover my face. It'll be suspicious, but not too much if we're going to a smuggler stronghold. Want to come while I go looking?"

She briefly considered it, before shaking her head. "I'll go see how they're doing with the Falcon. There's a good chance we'll be needing her for a fast getaway."

Luke turned to go back into the freighter to find something of Han's to help the disguise, yet at the doorway he paused to give Mara a long, lingering look.

After all this, we need to find a chance to talk some more, he sent to her through their own personal connection.

Count on it, she replied with a softness which surprised even her.

/ * * \

* * * Legends Never Die * * *

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Han brought Rey to the cockpit of the Eravana so she could see them approaching Takodana. Letting her drink in the sight of all the greens and blues. As they entered the atmosphere, she marveled at 'trees' and 'lakes,' things and concepts she had only ever read and heard about; never having seen even a picture before.

"I didn't know there was this much green in the whole galaxy," she whispered with reverence.

The old smuggler glanced at her, and could not help but be touched by the look on her face.

Chewbacca kept mercifully quiet as he brought them in to park in a clearing in the trees by Maz's place. It was an old stone fortress or palace, sculpted and crafted to have two large main compounds, and a pair of towers stretching even higher.

As soon as they landed, Rey ran out of the ship to gaze at the neighbouring lake. A moist breeze blew across her face, strange animal noises in the air, and while much cooler than Jakku, it was warmer than the ship had been, and in a pleasant way.

After a few minutes, Han came up beside her, and handed her something. "You might need this."

She raised her eyebrows at the sight of the blaster, and confidently said, "I think I can handle myself."

"I know you do," he firmly replied. "That's why I'm giving it to you. Take it."

"But, do Jedi . . .?"

"Luke used one when he first started out. You haven't learnt how to use a lightsaber against blasters yet. You don't even have a lightsaber. So you need something."

After a moment, Rey took the gift —her first one!— and held it up in a practice firing stance.

"You know how to use one of those?"

"Yeah. You pull the trigger."

"Little bit more to it than that," he said as he pushed her arm down. "You've got a lot to learn." Somehow his words still conveyed the confidence she would learn what she needed to know.

"Make sure she starts with how the safety works," said Mara as she came up, with a small, sharp grin.

Luke was behind her, wearing a crude if serviceable disguise of a pair of welder goggles, and black cloth wrapped around his face which matched his outfit. It basically screamed "Fugitive!" if not for the fact they were heading for a place crammed full of people like that. So he would stand out, yet no one would be able to recognize him from the rather long list of possible suspects. Crudely effective for the short time available.

Rey took heart in how neither of them spoke against her having the blaster.

"Chewie," called out Han, "check out the Falcon the best you can. Rey and I handled a lot, but she's still not right." Plus his best pal deserved his own chance to look over their home.

"Artoo can help out," offered Luke. "And Finn? You should stay back too. The First Order might have a bounty out for you, so better be safe than sorry." By the look on Finn's face, he was now definitely concerned by that, and appreciated the thought.

Privately, Luke also figured it was kinder not to throw the man used to only being a stormtrooper into a smuggler's den. Might overwhelm him when already under a lot of stress. "Just do what Chewie says."

"But I can't understand this thing," said Finn in surprise, jerking a thumb at the Wookie.

Han snapped his head up from where he was showing Rey how to properly hold a blaster (and where the safety was). "'That thing' can understand you just fine," he sternly said, "so watch it."

"The First Order probably teaches about Human supremacy as well, don't they?" Mara said. "If you're smart, you'll forget about it. We're just as capable of being idiots, and unlike Wookies we can't easily rip people's arms out of their sockets."

Finn shot Chewie a nervous look, and took a prudent if futile step away.

With a huff of exasperation, and bark which needed no translation, Chewie waved Finn to follow. He could at least put the ex-trooper to sweeping up sand, debris, etcetera.

Rey whispered to Han as they started to walk off, "Can you teach me some of his language?"

"Sure, but Jedi can learn their own trick to understand languages as I recall. Still, guess it wouldn't hurt to teach you the important ones in the meantime. Starting with 'run away now,' which is—"

Following them, Luke and Mara exchanged feelings of enjoyment as they got some peace and quiet on a very nice planet. It would not last, yet they would take what they could get now. "We should look this place up back in our galaxy," he grinned behind his disguise, taking in the scenery.

"Agreed. Especially since the palace design reminds me a bit of the Hand of Thrawn, and the fortress on Hijarna."

"Different colour stones though."

"True, there's that. And—Solo!"

"What?"

Imperiously Mara pointed at BeeBee-Ate rolling up beside the smuggler and scavenger. "You're really going through with bringing him along in public."

Grumpily, the man said, "I know what I'm doing, and this is my contact, so we'll play it my way."

Knowing Luke would be of no help, and may even be acting on prompting from the Force, she just rolled her eyes. Well, she had tried, and they could not afford a fight with their one real ally here. Of course, this was not going to end well. Her and Luke's Solo better not get this senile, or she would put him out of their misery.

To divert her ire, Luke commented, "An unusual place for a smuggler's haven though. Every other one is on some miserable planet no one else wants to go to, and hardly as tidy as here. So definite points for being the nicest one I've visited so far."

"Loss of points for no defenses to be seen," Mara said, still a bit irritable. "Being on a space station is still easier to get away from in a hurry."

"Or have the air blown out," he cheerfully parried. "No one would think to look for them here."

"No signs of traffic control, sensors, or watchtowers to warn people if anyone unfriendly looking is coming," she said back, and despite her best efforts, she found herself relaxing into the banter. "No guards either."

"More inviting atmosphere to get people in, and enjoy an environment usually reserved only for 'respectable' people. Like the rich and famous. Plus the customers are more likely to relax their guard and let something slip, or even just pay for more expensive drinks."

"Everyone knows not to mess around with Maz Kanata's place," Solo butted in. "She's run this watering hole for a thousand years."

"Impressive," said Luke, having dealt with a Jedi Master nearly that old, not to mention the Hutts. Mara was more skeptical, if willing to accept the person in charge here had a firm rep.

"That her statue up there?" Mara gestured with her chin to the top of the roof of the building as they approached the main door.

"Yeah. Maz is a bit of an acquired taste," and he was amused at that, "so let me do the talking. And whatever you do, don't stare."

"At what?" asked Rey.

A brief pause before Han firmly if a bit exasperatedly said, "Any of it."

The doors slid open to reveal a large, motley group of aliens drinking, talking, playing various games (unusually, none electronic based), eating, and having fun. Nothing to surprise Luke and Mara.

A loud voice cut through the air, "Han Solo!"

Silence fell except for the sound of a few glasses dropping and breaking as everyone stopped to turn and stare at the scoundrel in question.

"Oh boy," Han softly said, before calling back all friendly, "Hey, Maz."

A diminutive, aged, and orange alien came up to them, with big glass lenses over her eyes. "Where's my boyfriend?"

Han glanced at his companions while answering, "He's working on the Falcon."

"I like that Wookie."

Personally Luke was very surprised at this, knowing how happily and loyally married his Chewbacca back home was. He rarely saw his family, except since it was due to him serving a Life Debt, his absence despite his burning love was seen as a major mark towards his integrity and character. Han had told a story of how years ago, he had assumed after the wedding Chewie would be staying behind on Kashyyyk with his new bride, only for Mallatobuck to tear verbal strips off of him for the insult to her new-husband's honour, until Han’s amused co-pilot came to the rescue.

"I assume you need something," Maz sternly said, her eyes lingering on Luke's. "Desperately. Let's get to it." She waved for them to follow.

Rey was enjoying herself, trying not to stare at all the fascinating new sights and alien species. Unfortunately Luke and Mara felt a spike of greed and malice fixated on BeeBee-Ate. They also knew if they caused a scene dealing with the spy, they would only draw further attention to themselves. Maybe even a firefight.

"The words already spreading about the Droid," Mara whispered in Han's ear in a 'I told you so' way. "We can't stay here for long."

He stiffened and nodded.

At a private table, he quickly filled Maz in about what BeeBee-Ate was carrying. The others grabbed a quick snack to eat from the table to refresh themselves, with Rey savouring having actual food for once.

"A map," she repeated. "To Skywalker himself?" She chuckled knowingly. "You are right back in the mess!"

"Maz, I need you to get this Droid to Leia."

"Hmm . . . No. You've been running away from this fight for too long. Han," and she slipped into an alien dialect Luke and Mara did not recognize, and were not ready for, before finishing with, "Go home!"

"Leia doesn't want to see me," Han said, looking down at the table.

In the silence which followed, and after a glance at her unresponsive teacher, Rey asked, "What fight?"

"The only fight," said Maz with conviction. "Against the Dark Side. Through the ages I've seen evil take many forms. The Sith. The Empire. Today, it is the First Order. Their shadow is spreading across the galaxy. We must face them. Fight them." She turned now to look at the rest of them. "All of us."

She stopped on Luke, eyes narrowed a bit. "Including you. So what is this nonsense about needing a map?"

Carefully Luke adjusted his goggles and face-wrap so Maz saw his eyes, and she nodded in recognition, yet he could see she was also a bit confused. "I'm not who you think I am," he softly said. "I'm who that man could have been, or vice versa." He dared not say anything more when there could be surveillance pointed at them, so he stretched out with the Force, and felt her do the same.

Mara's gaze sharpened as she realized they were in the presence of another Light Force Sensitive, if not a Jedi.

Maz's eyes shot open in shock and wonder, but said nothing as she grasped to understand. "Well, well." She looked at Han. "You have been busy."

The older man said nothing, so Mara said, "We really do need to talk to Leia. The First Order will have word about the Droid soon."

"There are Resistance spies here who will have already let her know," admitted Maz, which made Han roll his eyes and throw his hands up in the air.

Disguise back in place, Luke glanced at Rey to see how she was handling all of this, only to straighten up at the blank expression on her face as she stood up from her seat. "Rey?" he asked.

She did not answer, walking slowly yet surely to a door to the side.

"What's happening?" Han gruffly said, trying to hide the concern he was feeling.

"The Force is drawing her," answered Luke, with a mix of wonder and concern. "We should follow."

She paused at the top of a stairwell down under Maz's place, only to continue after a few heartbeats.

"What's down there?" Mara asked Maz.

"Many things," was the cryptic answer.

Luke was walking beside Rey, noting her expression. "She's not in a trance exactly. But she's reacting to some stimuli, maybe something she hears, and it's drowning out everything else."

They were led down the steps which led to a single corridor, with Rey heading to the end.

"Hmm," murmured Luke.

"Wha—Sithspit!" gasped Mara.

"Mmhmm," nodded Luke, frowning in concentration.

"What!?" barked Han.

"There's a sudden concentration of the Force," said Luke. "A very strong one. Which was not there a few moments ago. I sensed it before Mara."

As if to punctuate his words, the metal door before Rey lifted up as if on its own.

"Maz," Han grimly said, "what's in there?"

"I'm as surprised about this as you are," was her answer, the diminutive alien clearly awestruck.

The room was a storehouse for all sorts of stuff of various origins, most of which looked like antiques. Rey looked around as if confused for a moment, before fixating on a chest made of wroshyr wood with metal bracing.

Cautiously Luke leaned over Rey's shoulder as she opened it, senses peeled, only to stiffen in shock. "What!?"

"Luke!?"

"It's your lightsaber, Mara!" He stepped back to let her see, and sure enough it was an exact duplicate of her lightsaber. Which had once been Anakin Skywalker's before Kenobi had given it to Luke, and then he had later given it to her.

They were so surprised Rey grabbed it before they could decide if they should intervene or not, and she jumped up as if shocked.

She threw herself back from the lightsaber with such desperate strength she knocked down both Luke and Mara beneath her, scrambling to get away.

Their bodies entangled and slipped against each other, yet Luke and Mara quickly regained themselves, and stood up, giving her space.

Panting, Rey turned to look with horror and sorrow etched in her face. "What was that?" she begged from the ground.

"A Force vision," he answered shortly. He held her eyes for a long moment, before turning to focus on the weapon in the chest once more. "They are one of the most powerful, if potentially misleading, gifts the Force grants to Jedi. Until you let go of the lightsaber, it was a dense concentration of it."

"What does that mean!?" she demanded.

"Well," he slowly said. "First of all you may have used psychometry, which is when you are able to read the history of an object you touch." He raised an eyebrow. "Is that what happened? Did you see this lightsaber, and events surrounding it?"

Confused, she gave a weak shake of her head.

"Then you had a true Force Vision. Seeing the past, the present, and possible futures. All of it tangled together in a mess, right?" He gave a sheepish grin. "It's never easy to make sense of. At least not for me." He knelt down beside her, "You don't have to tell us what you saw if you don't want to. It may even be best to take a break to rest, and meditate over it."

Feeling overwhelmed, she nodded and accepted his hand up.

Turning around, she saw Maz and froze up. "I shouldn't have gone in there," she gushed out.

Maz was caught looking between her and Luke, before turning to Mara. "Yours?"

Mara unclipped her own lightsaber, and walked to pick up the other, holding them up side-by-side, showing how they were identical. "Mine. By conquest, and a gift," giving her own cryptic answer.

"I see," nodded Maz, a knowing look in her eyes as she put together more pieces of the puzzle. "Here, it was Luke's, and his father's before him." Looking at Rey with excitement, she said, "And now it calls to you."

"I have to get back to Jakku," Rey blurted out.

Deftly Mara clipped her lightsaber back in place, and placed a slender hand on Rey's shoulder. "Easy. No one's making you do anything."

Luke touched the young woman's other shoulder. "She's right. You don't have to take that lightsaber if you don't want to."

For an instant it looked as if Maz was about to say something, however Rey steeled herself, and set back her shoulders. "No. No. No, I said I would be a Jedi Knight. This is just a, a, a test! Right!?"

"Yes," smiled Luke. "Although you will find many tests throughout your life."

"Thank you," she whispered, fighting to hold back tears.

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Aboard the flagship he shared with Hux, Kylo Ren seethed at the coup his rival had seized.

The general's precious Starkiller Base would strike a decisive blow, while Kylo still had no clue where to find the Resistance Droid with the map to Skywalker! As a further blow, because he still had his part to play in that, he was not even a part of the First Order's follow-up campaigns against the reeling Republic!

"Sir!"

His helmet snapped around to face an officer coming up to him. "You found the Droid!"

"Yes sir! On Takodana!"

"Set a course for hyperspace immediately! Prepare my troops! We depart after this."

"Yes sir!" It was safer to address commanders like Kylo Ren as briefly as possible.

As if on cue, throughout Finalizer's corridors, Hux's speech was broadcasted.

"Today is the end of the Republic. The end of a regime that acquiesces to disorder. At this very moment, in a system far from here, the New Republic lies to the galaxy while secretly supporting the treachery of the loathsome Resistance. This fierce machine which you have built, upon which we stand, will bring an end to the Senate; to their cherished fleet! All remaining systems will bow to the First Order, and will remember this as the last day of the Republic!"

Despite himself, Kylo could not help smile at those words. Yes, yes it will be. The mindless, fearful, weak, masses will finally receive the order and protection they so deeply desire above all else. No matter how much they may try to deny it, deluded by the words Organa and her ilk.

From the planet below, Starkiller Base fired its weaponry. Enormous projectiles of phantom energy, a state of dark energy, which would not only ignite a planet's core, but create temporary rips in sub-hyperspace, ensuring the ensuing destruction would be visible from across the galaxy. A sheer sign of the proof of the First Order's might.

In mere moments he felt the destruction of the Republic's capital, the Dark Side thriving with the feeling of fear and pain, only to be snuffed out in a glorious climax of power and greatness. Only to be the opening sequence to a groundswell of terror which permeated the galaxy as people saw the strange lights and shivered, with their petty concerns heightened when they realized what happened.

Glorious!

His resolve strengthened even further, brimming with the Dark Side, the leader of the Knights of Ren strode down to the cargo bay to find his Stormtroopers assembled before the drop ships.

Elite soldiers one and all, nothing like the ones the traitor FN-2187 had been a part of.

On a related note, these were among the few briefed on how one of their own had betrayed them all, so they would recognize and dispatch him without mercy. It was only a kindness to the rest of Corps to not let them know what one of them had done, since if any others thought they could get away with seditious thoughts or even action, then it would only lead them to the same suffering FN-2187 was destined for.

Nothing would be allowed to imperil the First Order, and its mission to save the galaxy from itself!

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Mara Jade stumbled in disorientation as her legs shook when the disturbance in the Force hit her.

When the Carida system had been destroyed, over 25 million people were consumed in a supernova, she had not felt it. Nor Kueller’s own mass-bombings now. Now though, she was far more sensitive to the Force.

A concussion of coldness stealing the strength from her bones. Her very essence. A loss in the Force as a great many of the beings who made it up were killed.

Luke Skywalker screamed.

Millions, no billions of lives were snuffed out and the Jedi Master's enormous power was turned against him as he felt every one.

He had endured this before, yet never so many at once. Not at the peak of his abilities like this, with his connection to the Force restored to what it had once been before his disastrous gamble with the reborn Palpatine. Mental shields he had in place, including for just this very possibility, were shredded aside.

Lives flashed before his eyes as he saw their hopes, dreams, trials, sorrows, and joys.

The joy of a mother holding her newborn, only to see a red light flashing towards the window, a moment of certainty and denial of what it meant.

Someone his sister —no, not his— sent to warn the Senate of the threat of the First Order, only to realize it was all for naught.

A couple nestled together asleep, breathing in each other's scents, lulled by the feel of their heartbeats.

Students whose last moments were frustration as they tried to struggle through a bitter teacher's pop quiz. The man taking out his anger at how his wife had left him for a younger man.

All this and more assaulted his mind as Death fell upon multiple worlds.

Hope melted into fear, wonder into terror, and innocence into nothingness. Bright futures all consumed as they were reduced to dust and energy.

He collapsed when he could take no more.

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Back at the Eravana, Chewie had the bay doors open to let in some sunlight and fresh air as he worked on his and Han's ship.

It would surprise people to know Finn actually enjoyed the drudge work he was doing to help out. Sweeping up dust and debris from the Millennium Falcon, moving junk wherever the Wookie pointed to within the larger freighter, it was all very familiar, letting him run on automatic when he tried to think about what his life had become.

He had defected from the First Order and survived so far, which honestly exceeded his expectations right there.

Made a friend, and lost him. Met another friend —she said she did not hate him for what he had been— and a Droid, and then a parade of legends and impossible figures.

Seen Rey training to become someone like Kylo Ren. Except, you know, not evil.

'Evil.' Such a strange word; and how did he know it applied to someone like Ren? That he could question the First Order like that? The trainers had always said how what they were doing was for the greater good. How they would be liberating the world of the Republic from their own weakness and degeneracy, into a new, brighter future. Unfortunately there were the corrupt and misguided who would try to oppose that, so it was up to the likes of the Stormtroopers to stop them.

Or something like that.

Well, it did not matter. Luke Skywalker's offer was something he would obviously accept, and then he could go on for a new life. The Resistance would hide him somewhere the First Order would never find him. They were good at that. Or at least they would buy him a few years of peace, which was still better than he had expected . . . yesterday?

Finn groaned as it continued to dawn on him just how much, how abruptly his life had been turned upside down.

He hardly even knew where to start with Rey, and all the other people he was now meeting.

A part of him wished he had someone to talk to, except —and he could not help a conflicted smile as he glanced over at his 'co-workers' in this clean-up —of course he could not understand them.

Chewie stiffened mid-step, cocked his head, and then ran off down the corridors.

Following behind, Finn started to hear the sounds of screams, and cries of confusion.

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The New Republic reeled as their capital, the head, was destroyed.

Denial, confusion, accusations, and panic ruled. However the sharper members, the ones channeling their anger, knew who to direct themselves against.

Too little, too late.

The next phase of General Hux's grand stratagem came into play, as fleets of the First Order struck deep into the near-defenseless nation. Driving the body to its death.

Shipyards were seized, as were critical fuel depots. The surviving Republic task forces were hunted. Tightly disciplined and merciless Stormtroopers rained down upon worlds anticipated to be 'unruly.'

The First Order was unstoppable as it swept over their demoralized prey, swelled with pride over what they had accomplished so quickly and efficiency. Soon, all too soon, all their sacrifices will be proved worth the cost of bringing peace and stability once more to the galaxy.

Nothing could stop that destiny.

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They carried a still disorientated Luke up to the main room of Maz's place, which was now deserted of customers.

Mara and Han's blasters were drawn and pointed at the door as they heard a noise, with Rey's a little shakily right behind them.

Thankfully it was Chewie and Finn barreling in at top speed. Even more thankfully, they were not shot, although for a startled Rey it was because the safety was on.

"It was the Republic," gasped Finn. "The First Order, they've done it."

"Done what!?" snapped Mara. Never had she seen Luke like this. As far as she knew, no one had seen him this bad since Bespin.

"It's a First Order weapon," he rushed out. "Starkiller Base. To destroy the Republic capital in one blow."

Han cursed. "Along with most of the Republic Fleet, and all the leadership!"

An alarmingly familiar whine filled the air as the situation worsened further, and the palace shook with laser blasts.

"Those beasts," hissed Maz in horror. "They're here."

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Omake:

Luke Skywalker faced off against the corrupted, Dark Side version of his nephew.

Or an alternative version of his nephew at any rate. He certainly could not see Jacen falling to the Dark Side.

"Are you back to say you forgive me?" bit out Kylo Ren, behind him glistening and proud, one hundred Stormtroopers of the First Order with their blasters aimed at the Jedi. "To save my soul!?"

"We could talk this out," Luke calmly offered.

Helmet hiding any expression, Kylo Ren scoffed and shrugged off his cloak. His crackling red lightsaber ignited, and he made a show of taking one stance, before he shifted to another.

The moment stretched out until finally he gave into his aggression and charged at his 'uncle.'

With a gesture and the Force, Luke sent Kylo Ren flying into a tree.

A twitch of his fingers and it was another tree. A third. Then he just kept lifting him up and slamming the ragdoll back down into the ground again and again until there was a small crater. Pause. Once more to be sure.

"Puny Sith," remarked Mara, sitting atop of a small mountain of Stormtrooper corpses.

A painful whimper escaped the broken man.

"How am I going to explain this to Han?" sighed Luke.

Briefly Mara considered offering to do it, before acknowledging her fiancé's sense of duty. "I think telling him while standing in a graveyard of people Ren killed will help," was all she could offer, to which he had no reply.

Despite the awkwardness of having to explain this to the father, both Luke and Mara had to acknowledge this was an important victory. Without their chief enforcer, tearing down the First Order would now be far more straightforward, and this whole adventure would be over much faster.

With the Force granting, wrapping this all up might even be boring.

Chapter Text

The smuggler fortress shook under the bombardment of laser cannons as Mara Jade and her companions raced up the stairs to get outside.

“We can’t stay here!” she yelled back. Digging out her comlink, she quickly signaled, “Artoo, do what you can to get the ship ready!”

Without missing a beat, the Droid beeped his acknowledgment.

Briefly she considered running for the woods, before dismissing it. Unlike, say, the planet Myrkr, on their approach here, it had been clear there was nothing in the trees to interfere with ship scanners. The ships would be able to pursue overhead and direct the troopers.

Reaching out with the Force, she tried to get a sense for what they were dealing with, only to be slammed into a wall as the whole building quaked, and debris rained from the ceiling.

Shaking her red hair out of her face, Mara paused to try again.

“Finn,” she shortly said, “does about fifty to a hundred sound about right?”

“Standard First Order protocol would be three troop transports and one command shuttle, so seventy Stormtroopers, sir!” he barked off on reflex, and she could feel his growing panic in the Force.

Plus . . .

A part of her shivered at cold focus up top. A roiling concentration of dark power she had not felt since the likes of Vader.

Hopefully that was Kylo Ren, and not his apprentice or something.

Altogether, horrible odds even for a Jedi, especially one as newly Knighted as herself. Plus they had to not only survive, but also protect the Droid everyone was after.

Worst of all, their Jedi Master was currently passed out, and being carried over Chewbacca’s shoulder.

Luke would know what to say to keep people’s hope up, while Mara had no clue.

Fortunately, they had one walking, talking bag of bravado with them.

“Keep it together, kids,” said Solo, voice full of Corellian confidence. “I’m not dying today after getting the Falcon back. We’ve got a plan, and none of us are dying today!”

“But—!” started Finn.

“No buts! Maz, we can’t use the front entrance, so what way?”

The diminutive, millennia old alien led them through to a side tunnel.

Glancing over her shoulder, Mara noted Rey’s distress. “What’s wrong?”

“I-I feel,” the teenager grimaced. “I think it’s the people being killed.”

The girl must mean locally, with the smugglers who were fighting and dying against the First Order outside. While she had not felt the deaths from that superweapon a few minutes earlier, these ones were much closer. More importantly though, how was Rey suddenly so sensitive in the Force? She had enormous potential, yes, yet that was the sort of talent which had taken Mara years to achieve under Palpatine’s tutelage.

Any further questions would have to wait though, as they reached the end of the passage, and Chewbacca carefully set Luke down so he could heave a piece of debris aside.

Senses alert, she led the way out first, the iconic scream of TIE fighter engines overhead broken only by the sound of their laser cannons firing. Before her were patches of fire and corpses, and the white figures of Stormtroopers all around her.

In the same instant it took to process this, her small hold-out blaster was already moving and firing. Three Stormtroopers fell before they even knew she was there, and with a tug of the Force, their rifles came flying towards her.

Ah, good, clearly rip-offs of the old classic E-11 blaster rifle so favoured by the Empire’s Stormtroopers. Perfect. A lightweight, versatile design.

Just before they arrived, she slipped the diminutive weapon back into its concealed holster on her left arm, caught one of the rifle’s one-handed, and let the other two sail over her shoulder

With a yelp she heard Solo catch them, only put away his own antique blaster, and pass the last rifle to Finn. “Come on, Chewie!” he yelled, moving forward, forgetting the Wookie was on Unconscious Jedi Duty.

Whatever Mara thought of his common sense though, it was clear that old age may have only made the man more dangerous with a blaster. He wielded the rifle with a casual ease, killing Stormtroopers without even looking sometimes.

 “You need to get out of here!” Maz told them. “Now! Go!”

In the next minute of fighting, Mara’s opinion of the First Order dropped a few more notches. Despite all their obvious training, in the field the Stormtroopers were all mixed around at seeming random, fighting the smugglers scattered about. No proper unity or coordination, making picking them off far easier while she and the others tried to get some proper cover.

Truthfully, Mara had no real plan aside from making their way to the Falcon. She trusted Artoo to at least let them know if he was starting to come under fire. With the old freighter riding in the bay of a larger one, they might be able to lift off before the TIE’s realized the true threat.

They just had to survive long enough.

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FN-2187 had always been a failure of a Stormtrooper. The one regularly assigned to carry out sanitation duties, or whatever other distasteful chores needed doing. Always the most humiliating of punishments to serve as both an example to others, and to try and motivate him into being a proper soldier of the First Order. To do his part in bringing peace and stability to a chaotic, violent galaxy.

All of this had been because of his ‘unprofessional’ attitude as a Stormtrooper.

An attempt to make him prove the worth of his potential, as in combat training, FN-2187’s scores had always been in the top percentile.

With the threat of death all around, panic fell away before cool resolve.

Finn’s finger tightened around the trigger, and a streak of red burned through the armour of the Stormtrooper coming towards him.

A man he was once supposed to call ‘brother.’

Heart steady, and at peace for the first time he could remember, Finn made a minute adjustment of his aim, and squeezed again.

Two.   

Moving now for better cover, a third Stormtrooper fell to him, and he was already looking for more targets. Doing all he could to keep his new . . . friends safe. Rey. The Droid. The Jedi who were supposed to be his worst enemies. Even Solo and the Wookie.

A fourth.  

Seeing how the troop transports were moving around to redistribute troops, he got an idea.

“What if we steal one of their ships?” he asked. “They can track it, but we can use it for a diversion.”

“Good idea,” Mara said as she flashed him a grin. “We’ll call that Plan B.”

Something clenched within him from the praise, only for it all to collapse. From his peripherals, Finn registered five Stormtroopers coming around the corner to flank them, blasters raised. He turned, but too slow—

Mara Jade’s lightsaber lit in a bolt of blue-tinged-white, blocked their shots, and the blazing blue blade cut them down.

He gaped, jaw dropped as he stared while blasters continued to fire around him.

“Jedi!”

Stunned, he saw another Stormtrooper approach, casting aside their blaster and shield. What’s a riot trooper doing here?

His shock only grew as the man drew his Z6 riot control baton, clearly intending to duel her. The weapon had a short side handle at a right angle to the longer, primary part of it, with two additional   contact conductor vanes added onto that central shaft. At first glance the vanes looked like blades, yet were really charged and sparkling with electrical currents to stun their prey, or knock them flying.  

The challenger spun his weapon around skillfully and dramatically, before thrusting at Jade with it.

With a flick of her wrist she parried and then sidestepped the Stormtrooper’s swing to hit the baton below the conductor vanes, except again her lightsaber glanced off without damage again.

Setting his footing, the Stormtrooper barreled forward to get close, using his greater strength and weight against the far lighter weapon.

Mara danced like air around and under his attack to cut his throat in a flash of plasma.

Still moving, she plucked the riot baton out of limp fingers, and swung it to deflect a stray blaster bolt precisely into another Stormtrooper.

The cold smile on her face terrified Finn to his core.

Expertly, she adjusted the baton so she was holding it parallel to her forearm, and held it before her. Her lightsaber went back to wherever she had been hiding it before, while she pulled her stolen blaster rifle out of her belt.

“Does that shield block blasters too?” she asked.

Yet another ingrained habit saved Finn, as he answered her like he would any other officer. “Yes, sir!”

“Great.” A flick of her hand, and it flew to Rey who fumbled with it for a moment, but then caught it. She had been right behind Finn, firing with surprising skill for her first time. “Use that to help keep yourself safe. Finn, keep an eye on her.”

Then Mara Jade went on the offensive.

With her arm raised so the riot baton in her left arm covered her torso, Mara advanced, blocking blaster shots with contemptuous ease as if it were a lightsaber itself. Meanwhile fire spat from her blaster, mowing down Stormtroopers, with Finn right behind.

Unfortunately they were far from out of the woods. Even as Mara engaged a dozen before them, another two squads appeared to encircle them.

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“But above all, never forget that a Jedi is not to be a warrior. Our purpose is to strive for knowledge and understanding between sentients. We are never to be the aggressor, resorting to violence only in defense of themselves and those who cannot protect themselves. All while serving the Force and letting us guide our actions. And that? That I know you can do.”

Master Skywalker’s words rang in Rey’s head as she saw the First Order move to surround them.

They had come here to take BeeBee-Ate, and she knew it would not end with those they had already killed here today. She knew from what the others had said that the Republic’s capital had been destroyed.

Evil was on the brink of winning . . . and she had a chance to make a difference, even as Stormtroopers moved to pin down her and her newfound friends.

With a wordless cry Rey leapt forward, even as she reached within and without to the Force.

Her shield and blaster —her first gift!— fell to the dirt, while to her hands came her trusty staff she had brought along on impulse—

—and a little something she had tied to it while running through the tunnels.

The lightsaber of Luke Skywalker lit up in blue plasma as she swung, cleaving through three Stormtroopers at once with her improvised polearm.

Moving fluidly from years of experience, practice, and raw natural talent, her lightsaber pike was a pure extension of herself, as every Jedi weapon should. Even against hardened killers such as these.

Pure shock let her take the next two, only for a blaster bolt to fly right by her face, making her stumble back in surprise, dodging another.

Trust in the Force.

Following her instincts, she swung and managed to block two more blaster shots. While attacking was easy, defending herself like this was as awkward as Master Skywalker had warned her it would be with such a long weapon, and she strove to keep her balance.

But she was not alone.

Han and Finn gunned down the rest, with Chewbacca taking up the rear, bowcaster on his back as he fired another blaster one-handed, while the other had Master Skywalker dangling from it.

Where was Maz?

Any further questions were cut off as Mara landed amongst them, finishing off the rest of the Stormtroopers. An experimental thrust with her new weapon sent the last one flying into a wall to break his neck.

“Good work,” praised the older woman, eyes like green ice, yet fierce like her flaming hair. Beautiful as a goddess, despite the dirt and sweat on everyone else.

Right in that moment, Rey wanted nothing more than to be like Mara Jade.

“It’s not over yet,” the Jedi continued. “We’re still badly outnumbered, and now they know about us. And by the feel of it, that includes our local dark sider.”

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Throughout all this death, a ghoulish figure stalked among the crumbling, burning ruins.

"Sir," an officer called to him. "The Droid was spotted to the east, along with a Jedi, and the deserter."

Kylo Ren swiveled around, immediately honing in on the presence of the light sider.

For all that he was expressionless beneath his sleek, black face mask, with four silver bands above a dark eye slit, the sheer menace around him made his lesser give him space.

The rough, homespun, frayed, and ragged, black cloak fluttered a little from the breeze set off by the TIE’s in the air above.

Without a word he stalked forward.

A smuggler came into view, only to light up in desperate hope as she saw him. It was surprising, until he realized this must be their contact, the one who had informed them the Droid was here.

“My lord, I—GAGH!”

He left her hanging in the air, clawing at her neck as the life was choked out of her by his grip on the Force.

The criminal did not matter. Especially if she thought the First Order owed her anything.

Of greater importance was the Droid, the traitor, and the Jedi.

A snarl escaped him at that last report, at the sheer impossibility of it all.

More likely it was someone who had found an old lightsaber, and gotten lucky with it. The Jedi were all dead; he had seen to that. If whichever trooper who had passed on that lie was still alive, he would kill them himself.

He would end this personally, and crushing the hope out of the pretender would be enjoyable.

With the Force as his guide, he came closer and closer to the sickening light, and the way it reminded him of the Jedi Temple of his childhood, only stoked his anger to greater levels.

Drawing upon his emotions and the power they gave him, he turned a corner to confront his prey. To kill them and take the Droid.

The Droid was not in sight.

 “So you must be Kylo Ren then.”

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If not for the remaining smugglers, they would be dead.

Some of the survivors had come to join Mara and the rest, with Maz rallying them about, as they tried for a slow advance towards their ships. With those reinforcements, they were kept from being swarmed over.

Unfortunately, they were now surrounded on all sides by Stormtroopers, while the TIE’s strafed them from above.

Chewbacca dumped Luke to the ground, and drew his bowcaster, the explosive shot sending one fighter spiraling out of control to crash somewhere, but they all knew it was not enough. At this rate they were going to be overwhelmed.

They were not going to die quietly though.

Finn was quite possibly a literal gift from the Force, mowing down members of what was supposed to be elite crack squads, while yelling orders at the smugglers which tightened up their defenses. Using all the rubble and collapsed walls for cover with trained professionalism, and showing his example to the rest.

Excellent initiative, and something unusual in Stormtroopers. Back with their New Republic, Page's Commandos would snap that man up in a heartbeat.

Rey was also a blessing, sneaking around to pop up and skewer or bisect Stormtroopers before disappearing again amidst the debris and smoke. It was impressive what she could accomplish with such a massive reach advantage.

As for Mara, she was on full defensive, drawing as much blaster fire onto herself as possible, now wielding both her lightsaber and new baton together.

She loved her new weapon, having never encountered such a thing in her and Luke’s own galaxy. In fact, she bet many other Jedi would be intrigued by a weapon which could block lightsabers, blaster bolts, and take people down non-lethally. They would have to properly train to use it though, while Mara had been taught how to use a baton (a weapon most species everywhere had developed a variant of) as part of her training as the Emperor’s Hand.

Luke would have to get his own.

With a Force assisted jump, she covered several meters from where the crossfire was getting too intense, and managed to snap back blaster bolts to kill two more Stormtroopers. Even as she landed, a TIE flew right by where she had been standing before, destroying that space.

The explosion from another TIE’s shots sent her flying against her will this time. Old training came to the fore as she turned, deactivated her weapons mid-air, rolled with it on the ground, and came back up bruised and ready to fight still.

Mara’s confident smirk despite what she had just suffered visibly startled the Stormtroopers even under their armour, and made up for the hidden pain in her side and right leg. That would make it harder to move . . .

Something was off though. Something she had noticed and not fully registered. What?

Lightsaber and baton spinning around her in a dance of death, she dodged and weaved and protected those with her, while trying to look around for them.

After her second spin, she almost froze as she realized what was missing.

Who was missing.

“Where’s Luke?”  

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“So you’re Kylo Ren then.”

On instinct the man back-stepped and raised his lit lightsaber on guard, even as his mind froze at the cold, hard tone which raised the hairs on the back of his neck, and sent chills down his spine.

Worse, he knew that voice. Knew it from his nightmares.

Except when he had been the naïve, weak child who had been Ben Solo, he had only ever heard it spoken with warmth, or sad disappointment. All a lie from his precious uncle.

Jedi Master Luke Skywalker.

Here.

Impossible to deny with his burning presence in the Force. Like a sun appearing right in his face, blinding in its intensity and sheer immensity.

Clean shaven, with a black jumpsuit which made him look like his days with the Rebel Alliance. Nothing like the Jedi Master he had been when everything he built collapsed into fire and death.

“I see you crawled out from whatever rock you were hiding under,” Kylo spat out from his vocoder. “I won’t need that map after all.”

The man in question just stared calmly back, lightsaber held loosely in hand, and inactive. Calm, composed, like a proper Jedi, while his eyes measured Kylo. Pretending he was a man of peace.

Incensed, “Look at you, trying to relive your glory days,” he sneered. “Pathetic! All you’ve ever been—” Kylo stopped to stare some more, but now with a touch of confusion and a growing coldness he refused to acknowledge. Even discounting removing that ridiculous beard . . . “You look the same. Like you haven’t aged a day,” he muttered in surprise. Maybe even younger.

“Why thank you,” Skywalker said. “So, mind explaining what you’ve been up to?”

“You know what!”

Sighing, Skywalker shook his head in resignation. “Surrender.”

“. . . What?”

“Surrender,” Skywalker firmly repeated. “I don’t want to kill you, nephew, but people are dying around us, and I need to save them.”

“I thought you’d be more interested in saving my precious soul,” sneered Kylo. Raising his lightsaber, so the hilt was level with his face, with the tip of the blade pointed straight at his mortal foe.

His greatest nemesis.

Here. Now.

Was he ready?

Cocking an eyebrow, Skywalker turned his assessment to Kylo’s weapon. “Interesting design. The crossguard would be particularly useful against other lightsabers. Help you protect your hand,” he wiggled his own prosthetic for emphasis. The hand he had lost to Vader when he had betrayed Kylo’s grandfather. “I can also understand leaving the inner workings partially exposed to make it easier for repairs and maintenance. A lot like with Han and the Falcon.” Something within Kylo hitched at the comparison. “However—”

Kylo’s blade shut down.

His eyes snapped to the red wire which ran along the outside length of the hilt, with the end closest to the hilt dangling loose.

“—I can’t say it’s for me.”

Skywalker’s green blade burned into existence.

“Care to reconsider surrendering?” 

Consumed by fear, Kylo turned and ran for his life, even as he heard the Stormtroopers he abandoned shooting, with the familiar hum of a lightsaber, and the crackle from deflecting blasters haunted his steps.

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As the last Stormtrooper fell, Jedi Master Luke Skywalker’s hand snapped up—

—to grab the side of a broken wall to hold himself up. The illusion around himself faded, and he knew how pale and clammy he was.

Experiencing so much death, and then pushing his body into action despite the need to rest, had truly taken it out of him. Feeling all the people dying around him was only making it worse.

It was only thanks to the Force, and ‘Kylo Ren’s’ unpreparedness which had saved him here. The dark sider had apparently gotten sloppy without any properly trained Force Users to face him, requiring only a little deft manipulation to take his weapon out of play. In fact, Luke was going to have to turn this into a lesson for his students when he —Force willing—returned home.

Honestly, for all that this man was clearly trying to emulate Luke’s father, Anakin Skywalker, the man would never have tolerated such sloppiness. Although that armour also served to try and hide any vulnerabilities, physical and emotional, and in this case it was apparent from that reaction there was some deeply buried and profound fear of one Jedi Master Skywalker.

Why?

Was that the reason he turned to the dark side? Because fear had definitely ruled the man.

Because otherwise . . . well . . . Kylo would have killed Luke, given his current state.

Shows you Han, I can bluff for sabbac!

With a grimace, Luke shook off his lingering nausea, and made himself walk forward. The others needed his help, even if it was only to chase off the enemy leader.

Only for his Force enhanced senses to catch his ‘nephew’ screaming orders into his comm.

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“Can you use one of their helmets?” Mara called to Finn.

“Why?”

“To see if you can access their comms!” she snapped.

“Oh! Right!” He grimaced as be mentally berated him for failing to think of that from the start. He was the one most familiar with Stormtrooper protocols, tactics, and equipment after all.

Kneeling down beside one corpse, without hesitation he hefted the helmet off, and put it on.

“Well!?” snapped Han, as Finn said nothing for long seconds, blaster bolts firing around him.

“Uhm, it’s Kylo, and while I don’t know what half the words he’s saying mean, I think he’s calling for an airstrike?”

Indeed, on his word, all the TIE's broke off their strafing runs to head in one direction.

“He’s sending them after Luke,” Mara tersely concluded, even as she continued to swing her weapons to keep herself alive.

With a touch of concentration, she accepted those feelings, and then released her fear and concerns into the Force, and then sent her fiancé a mental warning.

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Twenty-three TIE fighters —Mara and the others must’ve gotten one— screamed down at Luke, green death already spewing down around one weakened Jedi Master as he ran and dodged for his life.

Even for a man like himself, those would be dangerous odds if he had his own snubfighter. On his own?

Once more the Force screamed and he leapt away from a piece of debris before it exploded into rocky shrapnel.

As Luke moved, for some reason his mind drifted back to what happened back in the Iphigin system only a few weeks ago, where he had found himself up against bad odds with starships.

Luke looked out at incoming pirates, a sudden tightening sensation in his stomach. There were many options, of course. He could reach out with the Force and damage the ships’ control surfaces, crippling them. He might even be able to wrench off whole hull plates or deform the weapons emplacements, tearing them apart with the Force alone. Or he could simply reach inside to the crews’ minds, turning them into helpless observers or even forcing them to surrender. For a Jedi Master with the Force as his ally, there were no limits. No limits at all.

And then, abruptly, he stiffened, his breath seeming to freeze in his throat. There in front of him, starkly visible against the blackness of space, he could see the faint images of Emperor Palpatine and Exar Kun, two of the greatest focal points of the dark side he’d ever had to face. They were standing there before him, gazing back at him.

And laughing.

No, Luke had learnt his lesson. Thanks to Mara. Moreover, to draw too much upon the Force when he was in this state would only make everything all the worse.

So he put his trust in his greatest ally, and followed its quiet nudges to keep him alive.

A leap took him up a more-intact wall, and back-flipped off while he swung his lightsaber overhead at a TIE which had come too low, cutting a burning line through the bottom which sent it spiraling off to crash into the ocean.

Twenty-two.

For all they fly smoothly though, the pilots are inexperienced. They keep coming down on him all at the same time, and at angles which are probably meant to hem him in from two sides, but honestly interfere with each other more. More professional ones would come in smaller, more numerous waves, and not get into each other’s way.

They are coming around again.

Something catches the corner of his eye as more and more of the terrain is mercilessly torn up all around him. Grabbing it with the Force, he pulls to himself a little something which belonged to a smuggler either selling them, overly-ambitious, over too insecure: a torn bandolier with several grenades on them.

Quickly clipping his lightsaber to his belt, Luke activated all three in sequence to throw with his hands and the Force at the leading TIE’s.

Detonation.

Two TIE’s immediately exploded, while the third was flung into the path of a fourth.

Panic wrenched the others into evasive maneuvers, but they were so closely bunched together trying to kill one man that another four TIEs collided to die in fire. Two more were clipped and sent spinning into the sky, even if Luke did not know how long they would stay out of the fight.

Effectively twelve left.

Moreover, now he could feel their growing panic. How they had all be drawn away to kill one man, and how they had kept failing to kill one man, and now one man had killed nearly half of them, and—

He shook off the emotions they were all radiating, his personal shields still too tattered to properly block them off, and grabbed a piece of rock the size of his fist.

Someone had taken charge of the remaining TIE’s, and they were more spread out now. Except he could sense which of them was the calmest, and knew he was the leader.

So.

There were no more convenient remains of Maz's castle left tall enough, yet he still picked one piece about half his height, and raced to it even as he threw the rock at the enemy commander.

What happened next was almost too fast to register at the high-speeds the TIE’s flew and reacted to.

The pilot registered through his viewport something coming right at him, and pulled up to port in case it was another grenade.

Precisely as Luke reached the lump of stone to jump off of at one of the TIE’s emanating the most fear. He fell short, yet the sight of him coming at the fighter, green lightsaber lit, made the poor person yank their craft up in terror, right into the commander’s path, killing them both.

In the growing fear and confusion, Luke landed unhindered by even a single snap-shot. 

Ten.

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Fighting back the bile of shame clenching at him, knowing how unworthy he was of his grandfather’s legacy, Darth Vader’s legacy, Kylo Ren continued to flee for all he was worth.

I had no choice! a part of himself tried to argue, that it was suicide to fight Skywalker without a lightsaber of his own, while all useless against the sickness he felt. The sense of failure.

I’ll kill him for this! Make him suffer! See how everything he fought for was for nothing and always was!

Squeeze him for everything he’s worth, like how the weaker light somehow kept him that young!

As he ran though, his new and stronger instincts rose to the fore, and he twisted that fear and hatred into power. His stride became surer and stronger, and he vowed to avenge himself for this day. The Jedi might live to gloat today, yet the future was the First Order’s!

Even if by the increasingly pathetic reports he overheard on the com from his pilots, they were unlikely to succeed in killing him today.

No matter, there was always tomorrow.

Of course, a part of him still hoped to send his Stormtroopers off after Skywalker in support of the fighters, only for a glimpse of the battlefield to show they were already heavily engaged.

There’s two lightsabers, and they are trained! So easily we were replaced it seems!

Renewing his vow of vengeance, Kylo reached the ramp of the closest transport. Before boarding, he threw one last look back at the ongoing battle, and across the open ground with dozens of meters and everyone in the way, and saw one of the Jedi.

Young. Around his age.

Their eyes met, and time and space met nothing to the Force as something jolted between them.

A connection.

Aboard his flagship, Finalizer, Kylo Ren pulled back his anger after venting it from hearing the miserable failure of events down on Jakku to retrieve the droid. “Anything else?” he somehow asked with a measure of calmness to lackwit delivering the news.

The coward managed to get out, “The two were accompanied by a girl."

Something snapped within him, and his will grabbed the officer by the throat to drag him closer. “What girl?” he demanded of the man gasping for breath.

Even then, by the Force he had known that ‘girl’ was somehow important.

It’s her, he realized. Even in that instant he could see how she was young, untrained, yet strong. Maybe as strong as him.

She, she was the true prize to be found here.

Unfortunately, for now she was claimed by Skywalker. She would survive though, and their paths would meet again, and then he would come to know her better.

It took surprising effort for him to tear his gaze away from her and board the transport, yelling for them to take off.

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Safely behind cover, Han caught a glimpse of the man he knew to be his son run aboard a transport.

Heart racing as it had not throughout the entire firefight, the shaken man’s jaw shifted as he felt and fought against the urge to call out something to the dark figure, even as he moved out of sight.

Except what could he do? What should he do?

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The pilot wisely did not question abandoning the troops Kylo had brought with him, knowing better than to question his betters.

The remains of the First Order he left behind could redeem themselves for their failures by taking down as many of those scum as they could before dying.

It was a struggle for Kylo Ren to not let his rage impede him as he sought to use the sensor panel to learn all he could from the ongoing battle below. To resist the urge to drive his fist through electronics and the hull itself, to tear it all down so he could vent his feelings. Denying himself the sweet release of killing the pilot when he still needed him so he did not have to multitask more.

With an effort he found the balance between his passions and ambition, and looked for answers as to what had happened here.

No surprise, the battle below was turning into a complete and utter rout. There were other details to learn though. There had been another familiar sensation here he had dismissed, only for the mystery to be revealed and answered in one breath as a ship’s profile lit up on the screen. A more intense scan revealed a familiar ship within its hold.

Painfully familiar.

The Millennium Falcon.

Which meant Han Solo was here.

Of course. After Skywalker, why should he be surprised? Who else was here?

The pilot’s neck snapped, and Kylo turned his focus onto preparing for hyperspace.

Warning alerts lit up the monitors as enemy fighters appeared.

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In an act of what was either brilliance or pure surprise, Finn blurted out, “Kylo Ren’s retreating! He’s running away!” All his companions and the smugglers heard it, as did the Stormtroopers over the coms as he was still wearing one of their helmets.

Feeling the panic pushing against the professionalism the Stormtroopers fought to maintain, Mara decided she would credit him with ‘brilliance.’

The First Order pulled back to concentrate together, and figure out what to do, only for a familiar bulky sight to lift off the ground to charge towards them.

The Eravana.

Solo and Chewbacca’s big and ugly freighter surged forward, only to crash down to the ground just beside the Stormtroopers, without even hitting one.

“Who’s piloting it?” gasped Rey.

“Must be the Droid,” growled Solo. “And he’d—”

A side of the hull opened up, and spat out what appeared to be three fanged mouths with tentacles. 

Roaring, the predators threw themselves at the screaming Stormtoopers. Pulling them into their maws which could break even that flimsy armour, or send them flailing through the air.

“What are—” Mara began, only for Han to cut her off with, “Rathars.”

“And you had those aboard your ship!?”

“Well, yeah. What did you think I was doing when we met? I was transporting them to a client.”

She resisted the urge to throttle the flippant man, well aware that her frustration was inflamed by her embarrassment for not sensing such dangerous creatures had been on the same ship as her!

Her only saving grace was Luke had been too rattled to do the same.

Unless he had, and not told her.

. . . He would have told her.

However, given how Artoo must have piloted the freighter, he was not off the hook.

On a related note, he better get here quick, because blasters seemed to do null against those thick hides. Theoretically she could use the Force to redirect their minds to make them go elsewhere after they were done with the First Order, and if they were still hungry and violent enough to come after anyone else, yet she had never really done anything like that before.

A new, different, familiar sound hit her ears, and she turned just in time to see a squadron of X-wings fly overhead.

By the flare of their guns, it appeared that whatever was left of those TIE’s after Luke was done with them, were all gone now.

“It’s the Resistance,” said Solo.

The friendly fighters were looping back around now, and it was, to quote a certain farm boy, like shooting womp rats for them as they finished off the surviving Stormtroopers, and their heavier weapons were enough to kill even the rathars.

She ignored Solo’s obligatory complaining.

“Finn,” she said. “Do a general broadcast, and tell them about the transport that just took off. Shoot it down!”

“Too late.”

Everyone but her was startled at the sudden reappearance of one Jedi Master. With a pained expression she suspected was more physical than emotional, he said, “It got away.

“Although,” and now he gave a boyish grin, “it’s good to see the X-wing’s are still in service even here.”

With the battle over, the smugglers began to sullenly drift away back to their ships or the tree line. Chewbacca and Finn (sans the helmet) kept a close eye on them, while Maz seemed to have disappeared.

“Master Skywalker,” said Rey earnestly as she hurried over. “Are you alright?”

With a sigh, Luke said, “I will be.”

“What happened!?” demanded Solo. Briefly Mara considered intervening, yet the look on Luke’s face reassured her.

The man put on his classic aura of a Jedi being non-confrontational while not backing down, “I couldn’t stop him. I was still too busy recovering to stop someone as powerful as he’s become. Next time will be different.”

Before the older man could get another word in, Luke turned to Rey. “Are you alright?”

“Oh! Yes, yes I am!” she beamed, the Force and her face lighting up in joy at the realization that someone cared for how she was doing.

Mentally Mara winced at the emotional mess there they were going to have to untangle. The girl’s talent was staggering, but she had a lot of issues.

Fortunately Luke was used to hero worship. “Is it alright if I check your health with the Force? I admit I should have done this sooner.”

“Yes!”

“Okay, I’m going to put my hand on your shoulder. Hmm . . . we’ll have to get more food into you, but overall you’re fine for now. We’ll talk more about the battle after we get away from here.”

“Alright—” snapped Solo, breaking back in, only for further conversation to be cut off as a large shuttle or small transport arrived, and came to settle down in a clear space.

Without a word, both seemingly instinctively knowing who it was in a way beyond the Force, Luke and Solo went towards it.

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Rey was bubbling with excitement as she followed after the two living legends.

Master Skywalker had been concerned for her! Checked how she was doing! And now—

She jerked to a halt, instinctively coming to attention at the person who came off of the ship.

Old, shorter than Rey, slightly hunched over, and a bit weathered. Hair braided close to her head, with some strands visibly sticking out even from here, and unimpressive if practical clothes. She should be unremarkable compared to all the other women Rey had met on Jakku.

Innocent. Unnoticeable.

A lie.

To her dying day Rey could not tell if it was something from her burgeoning connection to the Force, or something more primal warning her, but it was there. The knowledge there was something vast and dangerous curled up within that woman. An implacable leviathan, relentless in its Cause.

The obvious Resistance soldiers who came off the ship with her, were all careful to give space. Acting as extensions of their leader, and the subtle aura of command and authority she gave off.  Rey’s eyes remained riveted on her.

For better or worse though, her attention was not on Rey. The mystery lady looked around briefly before fixating on Master Skywalker and Han.

A smile lit up her face, and she seemed to be looking for something to say.

Out of nowhere popped a golden, humanoid Droid right in front of the woman. “Goodness!” it cried in a prissy voice, pointing at the duo. “Master Luke! Han Solo! It is I, C-3P0. You probably don't recognize me because of the red arm. Oh, Master Luke, it’s so good to know you aren’t lost! We were so very worried about you! This is such happy news indeed!" It turned around. "Look who it is, did you see who—”

While the lady appeared amused, at her raised eyebrows, the Droid cut off with a stammer, looked back at the men to see their expressions (Rey doubted they were friendly) and went, “Uh . . . Hmm. Excuse me, Prin—General. Sorry. Come along, BB-8," it said to the round Droid which had just shown up, "quickly."

BeeBeeAte made some inquisitive chirps, to which C-3P0 said, "Yes, I must get my proper arm reinstalled."

With the Droids out of the way, there was an awkward silence, before Master Luke sighed. “I should tell you from the start, I’m not the Luke Skywalker you think I am.”

Kindly eyes sharpened. “Oh?” she asked politely. She looked at Han. “Care to explain?”

The smuggler scratched his head. “Force nonsense of some sort, near as I can figure. Still seems like our Luke, just baby-faced, and a few other things different.”

With a hum, the Resistance commander considered this, before looking to Chewbacca, who had come up beside Rey at some point. He growled his own assent.

“I’m sorry to disappoint you, Leia,” said Master Skywalker, which even from behind seemed perfectly harmless and even adorable despite his age. “It’s like out of a bad holo-novel. Different history and people, but some things are the same. Honestly, I do wish it was your actual brother here to help you.”

A gasp nearly escaped Rey at that revelation, as she realized just who this old woman was, as well as the galaxy-shattering truth he was casually mentioning.

Leia nodded, and said, “I can feel in the Force you’re telling the truth. And I felt you earlier. Like Luke, yet not.” She cocked her head. “I’m a little surprised you said that so soon.”

Another shrug. “There’s no one close enough to overhear I don’t trust—”

With a jolt Rey looked around, and yes it was only her, Mara, and Chewbacca nearby. Even Leia’s remaining guards were still inside their ship, and Master Skywalker was being so quiet they probably could not hear. Finn was a little further out, looking at them as if he wanted to get closer, only too uncomfortable to do so. She shot him a smile, which he returned, if smaller.

Belatedly she realized Master Skywalker was still talking.

“—and I didn’t want to risk upsetting such a scary, scary lady.”

“Flatterer,” said Leia with a small grin. “Well . . . it seems we’ve got a lot to talk about.”

“I saw him,” said Han. “Baby Luke fought him, and drove him off.”

‘Him?’ wondered Rey.

“Leia, I saw our son. He was here.”

Now Rey was glad she could not see the man’s face, because she knew it would be painful. Meanwhile the man’s wife struggled to find what to say.

“WHAT IN THE MAKER!?!?”

Fighting reflexes and adrenaline had everyone snapping around and drawing their weapons at the cry of horror.

Rey could not understand what had the golden (except for a red arm) Droid in such hysterics. It was only Artoo wheeling down the ramp of the Eravana, smugly beeping for all to hear.

Arms flailing, “Oh no! Now there’s two of you!?”

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Having composed himself, Kylo began making plans.

First, he would recall the Knights of Ren. They had been casually defeated last time by Skywalker, yet they had been trained and honed into something greater since then. At minimum they would serve as distractions.

Seconds . . . he would have to inform Snoke. He needed his mentor’s guidance and power to rid themselves of this threat.

Briefly, he considered ordering Starkiller Base to fire upon Takodana before dismissing it. The accursed Jedi would be long gone before the weapon was ready to fire.

And there would be other planets in the future Skywalker would visit to destroy.

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While everyone else seemed to find some sort of humour in Threepio’s hysterics over there now being two Artoo’s in existence, Mara remained on guard.

Just because these Resistance soldiers were against the First Order, and apparently would be enthusiastic to find Luke Skywalker, did not guarantee they were allies; especially when they learned this was the ‘wrong’ Luke. Still, she could not deny her own relief at the sight of one General Leia Organa Solo, even if she appeared more weathered than the Organa Solo who Mara was used to.

Fortunately, it appeared this version of Organa Solo was going to be reasonable about everything, while the real danger was from the rest of the Resistance. As the soldiers circled back after securing the area, they now recognized who was present, and mistook her Luke for theirs. She felt like rolling her eyes at the hero worship she saw, and resisted the urge to make a biting comment about how some things never change no matter the timeline. Maybe later.

Instead, to deflect from what else she was doing, and because it was well deserved, she turned and said to Rey, “You did excellent by the way. Most of Luke’s students couldn’t pull off what you just did.”

It was solely by long, painfully earned discipline Mara repressed her body’s reflex to flinch away at the star-struck expression on the young woman’s face.

“But you were amazing!” she gushed. “Just the way you fought those Stormtroopers! And used their own weapons against them! You’re what a Jedi’s all about!”

Oh. No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no—

Luke! Help! she wailed to him, hiding behind a mask of a polite smile.

The traitor locked down his shields, and she knew he was laughing at her and that was it she was killing him here and now and nobody nowhere was going to—

“We should get going,” Organa Solo’s voice cut through Mara’s terrified thoughts.

Startled, she took in her surroundings again, and realized the Resistance leader had also been paying attention to their audience. Fresh gossip was starting to filter about as well, about how the Jedi Master destroyed three whole squadrons of TIE’s.

No, it was two wings!

While defeating Kylo Ren and sending him running crying, all with a single swing of his lightsaber.

“Yes, let’s,” Mara said, grasping onto the chance to leave. “Rey—”

Quick, what was she supposed to say to keep this child away from her!?

“Go help Chewie prep the Falcon for flight,” ordered Solo, as he gave Rey a wink.

“She’ll be a good co-pilot,” smiled Luke serenely, giving Mara a look which implied he thought he had earned forgiveness for his little ‘contribution.’

Surprisingly, Solo strolled over to give Rey a firm clasp on the shoulder and smiled, “She sure will.” Then softly, “Maybe also invite Finn?”

She blinked, and then smiled. Whirling, she turned to Finn who was warily watching Organa Solo, and said, “Finn! Want me to help teach you how to pilot?”

Blanching, he looked shocked at the offer. “Uh, I, uhm—”

“That would be good for you,” said Luke, which caught the man further off guard. “The First Order wouldn’t have taught you I’m guessing? Well, this way you can learn. Useful if you need to make a sudden escape.”

Now the ex-Stormtrooper looked caught between being elated, or deathly afraid of all the armed Resistance fighters surrounding him after being publicly outed.

“Threepio,” called out Organa Solo, “could you please help? I’m sure Chewbacca would like your help for giving advice.”

The Wookie gave the general a look at that, but the tension in the air relaxed at her tacit approval. Plus, it was true neither Human knew his language. Of course he did not go without first giving his old friend a tender hug and gentle greeting, which she warmly returned, and then growled a chiding warning to Solo.

Tenderly Rey took an emotionally stunned Finn’s hand to guide him towards the ship. Clearly still processing that he was not going to be gunned down on the spot.

In short order, they were all boarding the Falcon, while members of the Resistance would pilot the old Eravana, which was just fine with Mara. Who knew what other monsters Solo was carrying aboard?

“New weapon?” asked Luke her with interest.

In answer Mara barred her teeth in a predatory grin, and hefted her shock baton. “Mine. It can block lightsabers and deflect blaster bolts, and be non-lethal.” Granted, she may have spent a little too long properly testing it against the original wielder before finishing it, yet she could not bring herself to regret it.

She also knew better than to let an enthusiastic tinkerer near it without proper supervision. While Luke was unquestionably talented, this was also currently their sole sample of this revolutionary tech. 

“Oh, wow!” Stroking his chin, his approval was evident. “Using a reverse grip would indeed make a defensive guard easier, while not worrying about cutting off your own arm like with a lightsaber.”

“Mine,” she repeated.

“How much grovelling do I need to do for a copy of the schematics?”

It was meant as teasing, but both of them faltered as they realized it took on a new light with them being in a relationship.

Even worse, instead of flushing he stumbled.

In a flash she was under his arm to support him, and moved him to take a seat. “Easy, you’re still recovering.”

“About that. Any idea what happened?” he firmly demanded.

“One moment. Finn!”

He popped his head back in from his way to the cockpit. “What?”

“You said that thing was a superweapon called Starkiller?”

Grimacing, he nodded. “It was aimed at the Hosnian system. Nothing could’ve survived.” Then he further proved her impression of his tactical insight as he beat a hasty retreat.

“It’s true,” confirmed Organa Solo. “Along with the Senate, most of the Republic’s defense fleet, and far too many good people.”

Exchanging a confused glance, Mara and Luke looked back at the other couple, and he cleared his throat, “Uhm, what do you mean?”

“Pardon?” said Organa Solo, cocking her head.

The ship shook a little with the sensation of take-off, yet none of them truly registered it due to long experience.

Frowning in thought, the Jedi Master offered, “Is the Republic capital not on Coruscant?”

Confusion and clarity warred on Organa Solo’s face before nodding. “Different history indeed,” she murmured just loud enough to be heard.

Taking up the thread, Solo said, “It was considered, but no. Too many feared it would be a symbol of making the same old mistakes of the last Republic, and be too Core-centric. So they went for rotating the capital between different star systems. Chandrila was the first with Mon at the helm, and Hosnian Prime was the latest.”

“Oh,” blinked Luke. “That’s an amazing idea! I mean, the logistics of moving the bureaucracy around would be a major pain, except yes, as you said, the symbolism of it all . . . !” He trailed off in thought once more. “We’ve been having some issues with unity back home, and that might be the sort of thing to help smooth over some issues. I’ll have to look into it more later.”

For fortunately as much as an academic and historian as the man was, it was by necessity of his so-called ‘career choice,’ and thus not an actual nerd about it. Expression hardening, the Jedi Master and former General took the helm. “Right now though, Starkiller’s our priority.”

“Agreed,” said Organa Solo.

“We also need to talk about Ben,” said Solo flatly.

With a sigh, Luke shook his head. “I’m sorry I couldn’t stop your son, or bring him in. I was still too busy recovering. If I was at full strength, it would’ve been a different story. As it was, I got lucky in how it went down.” He cocked an eyebrow, “Although he has a strange fascination with his grandfather. I’m surprised he went with Kylo Ren instead of a name similar to Vader.”

If anything Solo’s scowl darkened, yet did not contradict any of it.

“I do want him back,” said the mother of the Dark Sider in question, and Mara was cautious of that open love in those eyes. “But first I need a better idea of what’s happening here.”

“Agreed. First things first though, from what Mara said before, most of the Republic was demilitarized, so does this mean without a home fleet we’re basically defenseless?”

“Not quite,” corrected Organa Solo. “The remaining ten percent was also actively training the local armed forces of our member worlds.”

Slowly Luke nodded, as their own government had done something similar, and indeed was a large basis in the ongoing armed conflicts over the Camaasi and other lingering grudges. It was a fine balance between a larger, strictly neutral military force versus letting all the independent systems being able to defend themselves, and one which his Republic was obviously struggling with.

“Of course,” she continued, “we have no clue what the First Order is capable of. Except we’ve already intercepted reports of their fleets securing strategic worlds.”

 “We should also talk to Finn about what he knows too,” noted Mara.

“I’m sorry,” said Organa Solo, and it did sound genuine, “I got too distracted. I’m obviously General Leia Solo. And yourself?”

“Jedi Knight Mara,” grinned Luke proudly. “Just the sort of woman we need to help handle this.”

“I see,” said Organa Solo, still perfectly subtle, yet by a flicker in the Force, Mara was confident her husband had signaled he would tell her more in private.   

There was also a light brushing against her mental shields, which she slapped away with equal gentleness.

Organa Solo raised an eyebrow at that, as they both confirmed they were trained in the Force.

Thinking on it for another moment, especially given that response to Finn, she decided to play her sabacc hand.

“In our universe, I used to be one of Palpatine’s hand-picked agents. It was only sometime after the Battle of Endor that I accepted I hadn’t been working in service of a good and noble man, but an evil one.”

It was almost casual how Solo’s hand drifted towards his blaster.

“You were an Inquisitor,” said Organa Solo, and it was not quite an accusation.

“An Emperor’s Hand,” she corrected.

“You hunted Jedi.”

“No,” and she did not hide her slight confusion. “He had Vader for that. Plus a few Acolytes. The Hands were more for discretion, usually against internal corruption by non-Force Sensitives. Espionage, assassination, that sort of thing. I was only assigned to kill Luke near the end because Vader was deemed untrustworthy.”

“And instead you fell helplessly in love with him,” drawled Solo, dripping with sarcasm. “Swooned into his arms?”

Mara laughed.

It was a rich, full laugh which released so much of her tension by the sheer absurdity of it all.

Ruefully, Luke scratched his head, blushing a little in embarrassment, even as he let her feel how he enjoyed the sound of her humour. “It, uh, took a better part of a decade for us to reach this point. Mostly because along the way I made some pretty big mistakes. Ones which meant she knew better than to be around me. Despite this, I, and my sister back home, both trust her implicitly, regardless of her past.”

Hiccupping a little, Mara, brought herself under control, and re-assessed the situation. 

Even with her familiarity with their counterparts, it was hard to get a read on this couple, as they were both highly experienced at keeping their thoughts private, even from Force users.

However . . . it remained a fact that there were a lot of issues everyone was dancing around during this conversation. Being very direct, maybe a little unnaturally so for someone as hot-tempered as Solo, and keeping painfully on topic, instead of:

Acknowledging that the Jedi Master Luke Skywalker who should be here, was not. That for whatever reason, he had abandoned his family, to the extent it appeared the Force had dragged in a replacement to take up his stead.

Even if her Luke had carefully admitted he was not perfect and had made big mistakes just a moment ago, it did not change the emotional pain of how he was the one actually present. Something which badly stung at her Luke on a personal level, and she was unhappy at being pulled into this mess to help clean it up herself.

Including how an alternate version of Jacen Solo had fallen to the Dark Side without his own parents apparently knowing until it was too late.

In conclusion . . .

One wrong word could spark up a lot of issues which they did not have time for.

Hence the discrete efforts to ‘send the kids away’ with Chewbacca to keep them busy.

For now, Starkiller took precedence, and they would play the role of mature, responsible adults until it was handled.

Or until everything exploded anyways.   

This was not how Mara had expected her post-engagement meeting with ‘Organa Solo’ and ‘Solo’ again to go.

/ * * \

* * * Legends Never Die * * *

\ * * /

Eyes wide, Rey could only stare at the wall before her as she struggled to process what she had just overheard.  

At first Chewie had insisted that she stay up at the cockpit to help, only to relent when she said that she needed to ask about some Force Visions she had had on the planet.

Only to arrive just in time to hear what the group had been talking about just out of their sight.

Now so much more made sense, especially when it clicked together with the bombshell from just before about being from another universe.

Mara . . . she had been one of the Emperor’s most evil minions, only to now become the most awesome Jedi imaginable. The sort of woman Rey wanted to be.

No wonder they had recognized Finn for a First Order Stormtrooper, and knew they could help him!

And . . . Ben, had fallen to the Dark Side like his grandfather Vader? No, Anakin Skywalker.

Unbidden, and with perfect clarity, she remembered those words from Master Skywalker:

“My father, was Anakin Skywalker, and Fell to the Dark Side to become Darth Vader. He believed it gave him power to protect those he loved, yet the Dark emotions and actions he embraced only consumed him, and cost him the very people he had embraced them for. It was not until the very end he let himself accept this, and turn back to the Light, knowing it would kill him.”

Except that must have been years ago, right? Now Master Skywalker was older and wiser, and he could—

A sensation as cold as Jaku’s nights washed over her spine as one image blazed within her mind.

In the midst of the battle, fighting for her life while blaster bolts shot out all around her, there had been a figure running . . . in the direction of the First Order ships? Yes, yes it had been. They had said Ben was now emulating Darth Vader, and even on Jakku she had known of the Emperor’s attack dog, wearing all black with a distinctive helmet, just like that . . . yes, it had been a man. And despite the distance, when she saw him, he had been looking right at her too, she knew it.

Was that the Force?

. . . That had been Ben Solo, and they had been looking at each other!?

There had been something then, like a connection . . .

But why would she have a connection to a Dark Sider!? She was going to become a Jedi!

Unless . . . what she had felt, been drawn to, was the Ben Solo which still exists within Kylo Ren?

Yes! Yes it must be! And with that there, Master Luke could draw him back to the Light and save him!

It would all work out, and then and then and then and then . . . what? What then?

Belatedly she wondered why she was looking at a pair of boots.

It took her a few seconds of staring at them to register she was sitting on the ground instead of standing like she had been before.

A strange taste hit her next, and when she reached up, she realized —No, no, no, no! — her face was wet!

What was happening!? Tears wasted water!

But she wasn’t on Jakku anymore.

But she might go back.

But should she go back?

But they might send her back.

But they wouldn’t send her back.

But what was wrong with her!?

“Ah,” with a grimace, Han Solo cut off whatever else he was going to say. Kneeling down beside her, he laid a hand on her shoulder, and she tensed with the urge to lean into the warmth of it. Feeling it also made her realize she was shaking. “That was your first real fight?” he asked as kind as he could muster.

Instead of answering, she could only stare at him blankly like a depowered Droid.

“Right, and your first time killing people?”

“. . .”

“Ah, kid,” he said, and she could not understand the emotions on his face. “And then you had to hear all that while the adrenaline’s coming off, and none of us stopped to think on it. Even Finn’s been trained for this. Okay, will you let me help you through it?”

Timidly she nodded.

“Thank you.”

He called over his shoulder without breaking eye contact, “I’ll handle this. You lot work on the other stuff for now.” Focusing back on her, he started, “First things first—”

/ * * \

* * * Legends Never Die * * *

\ * * /

“I’ll give you some time alone,” said Luke’s not-sister graciously, stepping out of the room. He had to admire the deft way she had handled that, while also ensuring some time for herself to process everything.  

A little guiltily, he and Mara waited a moment before sliding off to a different part of the ship, leaving this version of Han to talk to Rey. They had really failed her there, but he also recognized they were currently juggling a lot of responsibilities at once. Obviously though, one of their priorities would have to be to sort out what they should focus on.

Including when to discuss Rey’s Visions, as that was likely what she had come to ask them about in further hindsight. Even if just to be sure she was not concerned about any of them being immediately relevant.

Except nothing excused how they had brought a civilian teenager into a massive battle which had seen dozens gunned down, where she had had to choose between kill or be killed.

Luke had pulled it off at the Death Star, only for the full weight of it to crash down on him days later once the grief of losing his loved ones had ebbed. In contrast, he had seen far too many others collapse under the weight of their actions and loss immediately afterwards. To say nothing of how her rapid awakening with the Force would have amplified things!

He knew better than to overlook a novice after such a thing, but he had allowed himself to get distracted, and Rey had suffered for it.

With a mental sigh, Luke put those thoughts aside for now. They would do their best for her as soon as possible, and make up for their failures. At the moment, that meant letting Han be his gruff yet kind-hearted self. It was probably good for him too.

Meanwhile, they had to focus more upon the present, with the looming threat of the First Order and this Starkiller.

The first step in that was figuring out what —and more importantly who— they had to work with.

Thinking along the same lines, Mara, jerking her chin after Leia. “You think she'll be alright? That's a lot to take in, even for her. And it looks like she was putting a lot of her hopes into getting the right brother back.”

“I’m confident she’ll be okay. But it definitely was a lot for her to take in,” he admitted. “It’s not just—” he gestured to indicate the two of them and the Droid “—this either.”  

“Oh?” An eyebrow raised over a striking, jade eye in a light, challenging skepticism.

He shrugged in response, acknowledging the differences. His Leia had not worn those sorts of braids since the days of the Rebel Alliance, and he knew enough of Alderaan’s culture to appreciate the significance of that. However, he had still recognized the pain and sadness she was hiding, harsher than usual. “When she was talking about Hosnia, those were all people she knew, and I’ll bet this Leia prides herself on knowing everybody,” he reminded her. “Friends, colleagues, all the staff she would’ve taken the time to know the names and little habits of, and so many more. Depending on how well she’s trained, she not only felt all their deaths, but recognized them as they died.”

“Ah,” winced Mara as she now internalized that, and regret at her choice of words flashed through the Force from her.

“Yes,” he nodded in understanding, and sympathy for the older woman. “She definitely needs a moment to regain her strength. Adjusting to our presence, all while the government she was once willing to sacrifice so much for, and was still loyal to her even after the Senate ruined her career, has possibly taken a mortal blow.”

“What is the Republic’s policy if they lose Coruscant?” asked Mara, deciding to briefly redirect the conversation. “I mean, it’s happened once already.”  

“. . . Something to ask our Leia about when we get home.”

“‘Our Leia,’ hmmm?” she echoed back teasingly, while letting him feel her warmth at his assurance they would manage to return.

“Well you’ll be part of the family,” he grinned back. “Maybe Han will call you ‘sister’ even?”

“Only once,” she flatly warned, which evoked a small chuckle from Luke.

 It felt good to do that, yet for some reason she looked at him in concern. He raised an eyebrow in a silent question he knew she would understand, and she gave out a heavy breath. “You’re still too tense,” she bluntly told him.

“I—” he broke off, and glanced away from the stirring of emotions within him. As usual, Mara was right. He really should get used to it.

“There’s quite a number of things to be concerned about,” he said mildly, looking back at her with a small smile as he tried —and failed— to add a little humour to the situation.

“Oh, one more superweapon is not what you’re really worried about. You’ve been picking your teeth with them for decades now. ‘Sides, this time you’ve got me, so it’ll be even easier. No, what’s really getting to you is seeing how a version of your family’s been torn apart.”

Despite all his years of emotional discipline, nothing could prevent the grimace which erupted across his face. Briefly it flickered, before he gave up trying to suppress it. Best keep it in the open to help in acknowledging it.

Piteously, if not unkindly, Mara continued, saying what he needed to hear.  

“You can’t avoid the issues of what your counterpart and his family have been up to here,” she warned, and she was not bothering to shield her own frustration from Luke. “Not indefinitely.”

How somehow a version of Jacen or Anakin had Fallen.

That this version of Han would blame it on his son having too much Vader in him without considering the implications towards Leia, and both absolving himself of his own involvement, and the young man’s ability to make his own decisions.

How a version of himself was not here to help his sister or Republic. Disappearing without a word, and only traces of a cryptic map left behind.

. . . As well as the number of times Luke himself had teetered on the edge of bad decisions which could have led to the same consequences.

His anger at his counterpart. Towards what had happened here. At his own past decisions as he now appreciated more the dark road they could have led him down.

Useless and distracting him.

With a sigh, he released his own anger —and yes, fear— into the Force. At her raised eyebrow, she was unimpressed.

“I know,” he reassured her. “But we’re hardly perfect either. Imagine if this version of me had come to Yavin 4 when I had just started out training students, and found how horribly I was handling matters? Saw everything Corran had, including my own naivety?”

 “And you wouldn’t have taken it well,” she acknowledged. “Especially as you were still trying to shake off your own time as a Dark Sider. Which would’ve been an even worse time for him to arrive. Except in such a case, he would be responsible for handling the situation with what he knew, as well as press for greater understanding when he could. You’re making excuses here for him, and you know it while pretending you’re not affected by all this.”

Before he could say anything, she cut in, “I’m a stranger, and keeping secrets would’ve made it worse than them knowing my past. Meanwhile, you’re thinking of your actual sister’s kids, and how they’re growing up to be fine, non-murderous teenagers, if not outright Jedi.”

Something unpleasant flashed through his mind, connecting with some quiet concerns he was having about Rey. “. . . Have they had a choice?”

Blinking once, she gave him a quizzical look. “Pardon?”

“I . . . We’ve always assumed Jacen, Jaina, and Anakin had a choice over whether or not they’ll become Jedi, but how much have we offered them as an alternative? How much is it truly because they grew up surrounded by the expectation of it? Especially because of me?”

In that moment, her shields faltered, and through the connection they shared, he could feel her thoughts.

Oh Force, there’s more simmering family drama here threatening to explode than I’m qualified to deal with.

He could not help the snort of agreement and amusement, to which Mara huffed, and gave the mental equivalent of a slap over the head.

Only to then handle it as best as she could.

“Personally I think you’re underestimating the three of them. Still…” She turned to a certain little tag-along, and said, “Artoo, give him a reminder about that once we get back. For now, you, me, meditation.”

“Meditation?” he echoed dumbly before his brain caught up. “Ah. Yes. We need to clear our minds."

“Uh huh, we’ve got too many engines burning in every direction, and have been gunning it full throttle since the start of this mess. So we’re taking a file from Organa Solo’s datapad, and taking a breather for ourselves so we can focus.”

Without another word, she sank down to the deck right where she was standing, and crossed her legs to enter a trance.

With only the briefest hesitation he joined her, and regaled in the sensation of sharing this with her like they had first done after leaving Nirauan.

Feeling each other while reaching out to be embraced by the Force.

Going this deeply, he could sense her own confusion and light discomfort as now she too recognized the subtle ways the Force felt ‘off’ to what they were familiar with. Presumably because they were in a different universe, there was somehow a difference in the bottomless ocean of pure energy that was the Force. Their connection remained muted, but not as badly as it was before. Like they were adjusting to one another more now.

However there was also a Darkness underlying it all in a way it concerned him. For now it was not an immediate threat, but definitely something they would have to address. It was also something he did not recognize, so he assumed it was related to Snoke in some manner. Nevertheless, removing Starkiller, and the Republic-wide fear it was creating on top of the murder of billions, would go far in alleviating it.

Satisfied for now, he turned back to soothing his mind, sorting through his emotions, and as dispassionately as possible reviewing his actions thus far since being dropped into this newest adventure.

Distantly he could feel the tension leaving his body, and he continued to sort out ideas and plans for the future, when a slight mental pressure piqued his attention. It was another Force Sensitive trying to get his attention, and quickly realized it was this version of Leia.

Fascinating, he sent to Mara. At first glance they appear identical, but now with closer inspection they remain unique in the Force. Just like between Dorsk 81 and Dorsk 82.

After letting her make her obligatory yet good-natured grumbling at the interruption, he brought his attention back to his body.

“Yes?” he asked, looking up at the general, and his smile was more natural now.

“We’re coming down to land at our base,” she informed him. “Are you ready?”

In surprise he blinked, as it did not feel like it had been nearly that long of a jump. However he supposed the Resistance base was so conveniently close by as part of the plan to pass on their secret copy of that map to find his counterpart. Not what he would have recommended in his experience, but he did not know what constraints they were under. Plus it was possible he had gotten more lost in his meditation than usual, especially with the Force behaving differently than he was used to.

Covering up his confusion, he nodded. “Yes, we are.”

“Good. I’ve got some people to introduce you to.”

Smoothly he stood up, and said, “Sounds like old times, for better or worse.”

“Oh, definitely worse before this is over,” said Mara, stretching her arms. “But mostly for the First Order.”

A familiar, knowing expression crossed Leia’s face. “I do believe you’ll fit in just fine.”

/ * * \

* * * Legends Never Die * * *

\ * * /

D’Qar

Resistance Base

Gingerly Finn walked down the ramp of the Millennium Falcon to the Resistance Base, a place which he once would have referred to as ‘the enemy base.’

Beside him were BeeBee-Ate, and Rey, sticking together for the end of it, even as everybody else had already gone on ahead.

Honestly, he was a bit worried about her, as she had not come back to the cockpit, and her eyes were red and damp for some reason. When he had asked her about it though, she assured him she was fine, so he took her word for it.

Trying to take stock of the situation, he slowly looked around. As he did so, he was struck by the realization of how many aliens were here. Doing various tasks, running from one place to the next, talking to Humans or even seeming to give them orders. Shocking!

Although . . . it had always been the First Order which touted the superiority of Humans over other races. It seemed a safe assumption to imagine whatever his previous . . . what was the word? Superiors? No. Role models? Definitely not. Erm, this was weird. What should he call them? Oh. Of course. It was a safe assumption that whatever his previous tormentors thought ‘right,’ was actually ‘wrong,’ right? No, wait, wrong?

As Finn struggled to readjust his life views, Rey tried to distract herself by drinking in yet another green planet. She was . . . confused. Despite her collapse, nobody was blaming her. Instead, they were apologizing to her!

It was . . . nice . . . ?

She was still missing something though, but was confident it would come to her.

Oooh, those X-wings!

They drifted towards the rest of the crafts, and the maintenance going on for them, as Finn followed her lead, even if they shrank away from the crowds. In fact, staying outdoors where it was less cramped with people seemed a good idea, and when she voiced it, he agreed with her.

Only for him to be bumped aside as BeeBee-Ate knocked into him. Rey almost scolded him, as she knew the Droid could have avoided her other friend, yet was curious as to what had set him off.

He raced towards an X-wing with a unique paint job of mainly black with an orange stripe, which must have been their leader, and was greeted enthusiastically by the pilot.

“Poe?” exclaimed Finn in shock, and it took a moment for her to recognize the name of the Resistance agent who had helped Finn escape the First Order. And gave him a name . . .

Hearing Finn, the man stood up, and while she missed his words, his joy was evident.

“Poe Dameron, you’re alive?”

Finn hurried over to be met in a bear hug by Poe.

"Buddy! So are you! What happened to you?"

 "I got thrown from the crash. I woke up at night. No you. No ship. Nothing."

“BeeBee-Ate says that you saved him.”

“No, no, no. It wasn’t just me.”

“You completed my mission, Finn. More than that, you went above and beyond and found Skywalker even. You didn’t even need any stinking map!” he exclaimed, pointing an enthusiastic finger at him before something registered. “That’s my jacket.”

“Oh . . .” embarrassed, Finn started to take it off.

“No, no, no. Keep it. It suits you. You’re a good man, Finn.”

Rather than responding to that, Finn remembered he had someone to introduce. “Uh, this is Rey. She did it all. Too. Yeah.”

With some trepidation, Rey stepped forward, noting cuts and abrasions on Poe’s face, presumably from being captured and tortured by the First Order.

"Hi."

"Hi."

"I'm Poe."

"Rey," she said, feeling a little awkward.

Immediately BeeBee-Ate trilled in her defense, and Poe chuckled, “Yeah, I know you mentioned her too. I haven’t forgotten.”

They shook hands, and he grinned, “Thanks for taking care of both my guys.”

“My pleasure,” she managed, wondering at the sudden pang at his use of the word ‘my.’

“Glad to make another friend out of someone who knows them too,” he continued, and it took a moment for it to sink in for her.

“Likewise,” she breathed out, and right then and there Rey knew she would die for this man.

Another friend!

“Mr. Finn?”

Stiffening, Finn stepped away from his friends to distance himself from them. Turning, he was unsurprised to see two Resistance men in uniform standing at attention. Their blasters were holstered, yet he had no delusions of the threat they posed.

“What is this?” demanded Poe, stupidly getting between Finn and them.

Desperately Finn put a hand on the man’s shoulder to move him aside, only to feel Rey’s hand on his own shoulder.

“Sir,” nodded one of the soldiers. “We’ve been informed Mr. Finn is a deserter vetted by Master Skywalker himself. However, we need to debrief him.”

“What does that mean!?” said Rey, teeth barred a little.

“Just some questions,” said the other man, raising placating hands. “We’re aware he’s already done us a great service. There’s still questions we need to ask though, as well as seeing to his safety here on D’Qar.”

“Not alone,” she insisted, and Finn could only marvel at how she had found her energy again. This was the woman he had first met on Jakku, with him knocked to the ground, and her holding a staff to his face.

 For himself, he was trying to remember how to speak again.

“If that’s what you want, sir,” said the first soldier, nodding to Finn, and it takes him a moment that somebody is referring to him as ‘sir.’ One more way this whole mess was insane and impossible.

“Uhm, yeah, I’d—”

Want to confess all his sins where people he trusted and respected could hear everything?

“—I’ll be fine guys, honest,” he said instead. Before they could say anything, he hurried on, “We can talk later, right?” Even if it was from either side of a cell door.

“Maybe the mess hall?” offered one of the soldiers. “I’m sure you’ll be hungry after we’re done with our questions.”

Okay, now they were just messing with him. Acting all nice and polite to put him off guard, and it was working!

“Y—yeah, sure!” he managed.

“Okay,” said Poe, nodding slowly, yet no longer looking as suspicious as he stepped back. He clapped Finn on the shoulder, and looked him deep in the eye. “If they make you uncomfortable, just leave. We’ll talk later. You look after yourself, alright?”

“And I’ll be waiting in the mess hall,” added Rey defiantly. Looking down at the Droid, she said, “Where’s that?”

Obediently BB-8 beeped and whistled off directions, and she immediately stalked off there.

As for Poe, after giving another warning stare to his two fellow members of the Resistance —Why was he risking his career and life like this!?— he also took his leave, marching off for his own official debriefing.

Swallowing, Finn indicated he was ready to be escorted to his interrogation.

That it was instead an office with a chair more comfortable than he was used to, and a cup of caf, only heightened his nerves.

What’re they playing at!?

/ * * \

* * * Legends Never Die * * *

\ * * /

As he walked through the Resistance base, Han Solo did his best not to feel like a sixty-six year old loser.

It was like time had flown in reverse, and he was back to being just a smuggler with only Chewie at his back, acting as chauffer for the people who would rebuild the Jedi Order and save the galaxy. All his old standing, respect, and relationships (barring Chewie), gone up in ash.

Until Leia gave him The Look, and he knew it was not the Force which let her read him like a piece of flimsi.

They had left the two Jedi and their Droid out in the war room, being brought up to speed on a few things, and generally shown around. Leia had discretely passed along an explanation to Admiral Ackbar and a few others that this was not the Luke they were familiar with, yet still here to help.

Well . . . no.

Leia had been in there, talking to people, and he had been trying to help until she had told him not to, and then stormed off.

Obviously Han had followed, because, well, when had he ever left well enough alone with her?

Except for that one time, which . . . had led them here.

But never let it be said he never learnt from his mistakes. Especially when a shiny version of the Kid was around to remind him of the old days.

Notice how he did not say the ‘good old days,’ because yes, they had been pretty bad at times.

So he caught up with her in a little, adjoining room where they could have some privacy.

“Listen to me, will you? I know every time you . . .” he trailed off to look away, before mustering himself to meet her gaze again. “Every time you look at me you’re reminded of him.”

“You think I want to forget him?” she said incredulously, before becoming sorrowful. “I want him back.”

 “There’s nothing more we could have done,” he said, shaking his head. “There’s too much Vader in him.”

“That’s why I wanted him to train with Luke.” Looking down in shame, “I just never should have sent him away. That’s when I lost him. That’s when I lost you both.”

“. . . We both had to deal with it in our own way. I went back to the only thing I was ever any good at.”

“We both did,” she confessed.

“We lost our son. Forever.”

“No. It was Snoke,” she insisted. “He seduced our son to the Dark Side. But we can still save him. Me.” She paused for emphasis. “You.”

“If Luke couldn’t reach him, how could I?”

“Luke is a Jedi. You’re his father. There is still light in him, I know it. And we’ll have help now.”

“Yeah . . .” he said, remembering the hope he had felt before. How his doubts about an imposter had fallen away when faced with the chance for this other version of Luke to swoop in and save Ben like he had with Vader.

Just this time, y’know, bringing him home alive.

As time passed though, and the differences between their two universes piled up, while his confidence in this happening had grown with the casual display of competence, so had his sense of shame and inadequacy as he started putting together little clues and questions.

In fact, one had to wonder if Other Kid had made such a point of praising the whole rotating capital system idea (which Han had always considered a humongous waste of credits), was to try and alleviate tensions over how everything seemed to have gone wrong in Han’s universe compared to these shiny newcomers.

Neither of them had asked, yet from what this other version of the Kid had said and not said, they knew there was some version of Ben back home who was not Fallen.

Who was a good man.

What was the difference?

Where had they gone wrong!?

Would it have all been better if they had told him the truth about Darth Vader and his story? Or if instead of sending Ben to be trained by Luke, Leia had put aside her career to train him after all? If Han had been around more often? If they had dropped everything to go after him the moment they heard the rumours of what had happened at the Jedi Academy?

How many of their failures had added up to make all the difference?

And both of them knew they were too cowardly to ask.

At least . . . not just now. Not when everything was too raw.

A sudden commotion interrupted any further discussion.

Hurrying back to the war room, she ground to a halt at sight of two Artoo’s online and active, exchanging information with a flurry of beeps and whistles, while BeeBee-Ate and Threepio hastened to throw in their own observations and verifications.

“They got him awake again,” Leia breathed out.

“Ah great,” muttered Han, yet she knew he was pleased to see another member of their family returned to them.

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In hindsight, Luke should totally have anticipated what happened next.

As much as Artoo was the best Droid anyone could ask for, he was admittedly opinionated, eccentric, and yes, prideful.

So it should have been no surprise that they would be the first ones to start comparing accomplishments, each boasting about how they were the superior astromech.

Nay!

The superior saviour of the galaxy!

Honestly, it was a bit amusing and endearing to see them squabbling like a pair of kids, while also humbling to hear his friend lay out all he had done with Luke.

Although the other one had done some pretty impressive stuff as well. One time when their Threepio was captive aboard an Imperial star destroyer, Artoo had infiltrated it, and killed his way across the ship with nothing more than his wits, tools, and judicious slicing. No . . . not just any ship, but Darth Vader’s flagship, and had flown their escape X-wing well enough to survive until reinforcements arrived so they could escape.

Privately Luke doubted they were as close to killing his father as Artoo claimed, even if he idly also wondered how that would have changed the fate of the galaxy.

In retaliation, his Artoo chirped about how he had lead a Droid rebellion, and saved the Republic from a plot involving hiding explosives within units distributed across the galaxy that would have killed billions of lives.

That had been quite the report at the time for everyone.

This was countered with a story of how all on his own, their version of Artoo had piloted an entire, captured star destroyer into battle long enough for the Rebel forces to escape, playing a key role in breaking a siege at the same time.

Well, Luke already knew how his fiery friend would answer to that, as he primly warbled out his own little accomplishment.

While this happened, he gave the room another survey.

The war room felt like home almost, nearly identical to all the various bases he had been a part of with the Rebel Alliance. However, he was concerned by how many strangers he was seeing scattered about.

Some faces were vaguely familiar, ones he was sure he had seen in the Rebel Alliance, if not necessarily interacted with enough to learn their names.

He was fairly confident that Sullustan was Nien Nunb though, and it had been a relief to shake hands with Admiral Ackbar himself. It was with total sincerity he had expressed how with the Mon Calamari present, victory was assured. Chuckling, the older man had echoed the same faith in the Jedi Master.

But where was everyone else?

Winter?

Lando?

Wedge?

Were they even alive in this universe?

Shaking off that morbid thought, he noted Leia and Han had joined him.

Just as his Artoo finished his story with smug beeps, Leia asked in confusion, “What’s a Galaxy Gun? And what was that about the Emperor’s flagship?”

“Ah, the Galaxy Gun sounds like our version of Starkiller. It basically worked by firing massive warheads equipped with hyperdrives, able to destroy entire planets. It was made by the reborn Emperor Palpatine.”

“Alleged Emperor,” Mara curtly interjected, cutting off any exclamations from the rapidly panicking Resistance members. “I’m still not convinced.”

“Artoo destroyed it by taking control of his massive super-star destroyer to ram it.”

Acting perfectly unruffled, Leia dryly said, “I’ll have to ask you about that bit with Palpatine later.”

“That would be best,” he agreed. “Just in case.”

It would be a straightforward matter to send a reconnaissance to the Deep Core to check for Byss at least.

An exclamation broke off that line of thought as he realized he had lost track of the conversation. “Oh! Oh my!”

“Threepio?” prompted Leia.

“Artoo, my Artoo, has the missing piece of the map to finding the original Master Skywalker!”

Everyone let that sink in as hope bloomed.

A screeching siren made them all flinch, followed by warbling, hooting inflection of scathing denouncements, curses, and exclamations of disbelief at the sheer stupidity of the organics involved railed out of Luke’s astromech at their failure to ask their precious Jedi Master’s most valued and dependable companion for help.

Wailing at the profanity, Threepio waved his arms, the prissy, protocol droid's protests drowned out by the sheer volume.

Resisting the urge to use the Force to deafen his senses, Luke plugged his ears like everybody else, and let the little Droid get it out of his system.

Yes, yes he was disappointed in them.

He could only hope his family and friends back home would know to talk to Artoo.  

Save it for after the superweapon’s taken care of. Save it for after the superweapon’s taken care of. Save it for—

Mara had no such patience though, as after waiting half a minute she came over to give Artoo a light rap.

At his indignant whistle, she sternly said, “We’re on a deadline here. Save it for later.”

With a sullen warble, he complied.

Meanwhile the local astromech trilled in awe.

“No you must certainly not learn from him!” screeched Threepio, smacking him on the dome, to which he got knocked in the leg. “. . . Oh my dear friend, how I’ve missed you,” he confessed, laying one hand on the dome. “It hasn’t been the same with this variant of you.”

A few beeps.

“No, just me.”

“No one . . . else?” asked Luke weakly. “None of our other friends are here?”

Leia’s throat visibly tightened, a lack of control which was all the proof Luke needed.

They had fought and risked everything for the Republic, for democracy and freedom, and when everything they had sacrificed for was imperiled, when Leia had called for aid . . . they had not answered . . . ?

Something hot and dark started to bubble up within his chest as he realized how few had been willing to stand up for what needed to be done.

“Well, I’m here.”

Confusion cut through him, and steely discipline took hold as he regarded the woman who stepped forward. Purple hair, and while he had not figured out the rank insignias, hers was apparently high. “Amilyn Holdo,” she said with a raised eyebrow. The familiar way she regarded him, and the slight tightness around her eyes, made him suspect she had known his counterpart well, and had seen the anger which had snuck up on him. “I’m guessing you don’t know me in your universe.”

“No I don’t,” he admitted.

It helped, but was it enough?

A spark of resentment was in Holdo and others as well, that he, an outsider, should come in to judge their struggles. Their accomplishments.

Who was he to dare, when he was not even the right Skywalker!?

Things stood upon the precipice.

Until the galaxy was saved by one Ushos O. Statura.

Who is Statura you ask? Why the Resistance admiral who spoke up and grounded everyone by neutrally addressing Leia. "General, the reconnaissance report on the enemy base is coming in."

And Luke Skywalker released his tension. Mara stepped up beside him, and took his hand.

Artoo wheeled up beside him, and beeped in support.

He owed these people, all of them, and the Force, better.

Show by example.

If this is all he had to help save this galaxy imperiled, then he would take what was given.     

“Well then,” he smiled, letting it all go. “Let’s get to work.”

“Oh goodie,” smiled Mara wryly. “My second superweapon, you sure know how to show a girl a good time.”

“Only for the best.”

“Flattery will get you nowhere.”

“Well, let’s see if it’ll get us into Starkiller.”

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Exegol

Darth Sidious called upon levels of self-discipline and patience he had not needed since his days as 'Sheev Palpatine.' 

Upon the Sith homeworld of Exegol, he stretched out his mind into his puppet Snoke, the 'Supreme Leader' of the First Order. A seething, righteous fury flowed through him as he listened and saw through Snoke's mind the report Kylo Ren gave. 

With each word it took greater effort to control his hatred so it would not master him.

The boy's pitiful helmet was absent, face pale, and eyes lit with fear and desperation. Good.

So he had some sense of the magnitude of his failure. Even if he was admittedly still too weak to defeat his uncle, his performance against Jedi Master Luke Skywalker shamed the First Order and especially 'Snoke.' Regrettably, any punishment would have to be saved for later, as Skywalker was indeed on the move, and his actions thus far unforeseen.

"My Lord," spoke Kylo Ren, "if you can teach me—”

"Silence!" spat Snoke without any prompting from Sidious. 

Quailing, the sniveling fool did just that, the picture of chastisement. Yet there was a spark of resistance and defiance in his mind; he failed to snuff out quick enough.

Good, thought Sidious, pleased there was at least some upside to this mess. After all, it was the way of the Sith for the apprentice to kill their master. That was one of the reasons why Snoke had enough of a personality of his own to be a true individual for Kylo Ren to eventually surpass and remove for the sake of power.

For now though, it was pathetically obvious he was too weak to face the likes of Skywalker.

Which was a problem, since he was the strongest agent Sidious had.

Oh, Project: Harvester had availed him with plenty of Force Sensitive children, many of whom could have been raised to be serviceable Jedi or Sith. Yet the wisdom of Darth Bane's Rule of Two held true, and thus none of them had been properly trained to draw forth their innate talent. Those tools were not even Inquisitors, possessing merely the ability to be faster, stronger, more sensitive, and other useful tricks, than usual sentients. 

All too insignificant to ever be threats to his own rule. 

He had never needed anything else, not with his brilliance, and powers of foresight. The ability to see multiple potential futures, so he could choose which he would dominate. Knowing all things and beings who could possibly be obstacles for him, and eliminating them or turning them against each other to whatever was his pleasure. This, above all else, was why unlike the failed Sith Lords of old, he had never needed more than a few pitiful Force Sensitives and one single apprentice.

Until Vader’s child.

Who had done the impossible and set him back by decades.

In his retribution, Sidious had believed the threat had been neutered, even as he whispered words of the truth of power and the Force into the infant mind of Ben Solo, the so-called great hope of the next generation. Only for Skywalker to unexpectedly return without any of the mental hooks placed upon him, and seemingly as formidable as ever.

 No, possibly even greater than before, go given the whelp’s insistence his uncle was somehow younger. Once more he had defied all predictions. All possible outcomes and futures.

Plus, Skywalker’s actual actions as described were . . . puzzling. Confronting his Fallen nephew, yet letting him go? The destruction of those TIE’s confirmed he was as deadly as ever, and yet as the coward had fled, he had not sensed anything of note as those starfighters were destroyed, which implied finesse had been preferred over freely yielding his bloodline’s might.

Since when had a Skywalker learnt subtly!?

No. This Jedi must not be underestimated.

To say nothing of how he already had two apprentices, one fully grown and displaying a capacity for death which would be delightful in anyone else, with who knew how many more in the wing. The Jedi were rising once more, hidden from his gaze.

I’ll kill them right before him, and make Skywalker scream for me to end him as well!

Or perhaps make the girls my new Inquisitors. Or possibly even wear their bodies as my own to torture him in even more ways.

Unfortunately he knew it was not to be.

He had toyed with this prey before, and it had cost him. To do so twice would be to play the role of a fool.

Executing his will would be more complicated than he was immediately prepared for though.

Before, against the Rebel Alliance, Sidious had relied upon waves of disposable troops and ships, experimental warriors, bounty hunters, and one relentless monster of a Dark Lord to hunt down and kill Skywalker. 

That had been against a green boy, surviving solely by the strength of his father’s blood.

The cannon fodder had failed, the experiments as wasteful as the bounty hunters, and even a traitorous Vader was better than his grandson right now. 

So yes, that was unlikely to work any better this time around.

And yet . . .

Despite all these unforeseen obstacles, Sidious allowed himself a smile of satisfaction.

Except now I have a weapon which had been denied to my Empire. A tool of true fear and conquest.

Snoke's mouth opened, and with his voice Sidious spoke, “The Resistance and Skywalker must be destroyed.”

"We have their location," spoke up Hux for the first time. Ostensibly he was present to be informed as well of this drastic change in the galactic calculus, while everyone knew it was to bask in his rival’s failure. Allowing his presence was something Snoke himself had actually decided upon as a way to display his displeasure, and after making this connection Sidious had agreed it was appropriate. “We tracked their reconnaissance ship to the Ileenium system.”

“Good. Then we will crush them once and for all. Prepare the weapon.”

Minutely Hux twitched with the need to depart immediately, only to sense he was not dismissed.

"Skywalker will survive the attack,” predicted Sidious, “but bereft of the Resistance. Then we will fire again and again at each world he is sighted upon. However many times he makes it necessary for us to do so.” With a mental prod, Snoke rested back, a casual gesture that was all his puppet's own body language. “In short order, the fearful rabble will turn upon their 'saviour,' possibly even killing him before we do."

At this, Hux gave a small grin of approval, proud of how his brainchild would serve the First Order. Arrogantly assuming his technological terror would ever become more valued in the eyes of his ‘Supreme Leader’ than the power of the Dark Side.

Indeed, Kylo Ren nodded eagerly at the plan, panic fading as he mastered himself at his Master's words. No sign of weakness at the prospect of killing billions to target one man, no matter how many times it took. 

Good.

Although it would likely be unnecessary, which was favourable. While Sidious was certainly willing to burn down the entirety of the Republic if that was what it took, as he proved with the Separatists, Alderaan, and Operation: Cinder, rebuilding galactic civilization would set back his plans by even more decades.

No, once Skywalker realized what was happening, even without the First Order making their ultimatum public, he would avoid planets as much as possible. Even one might be all it took. The real point of implying otherwise was to test the man’s nephew.

"Denied planets," ‘Snoke’ continued, "he will be confined to space, where the First Order's fleets will hound him." 

At some cost of course. He could recall once when Vader had shot down eleven TIE fighters, while he himself flew an obsolete snubfighter which had gone for years without maintenance, even as he carried a prisoner in an attached pod. No doubt his son would be just as tenacious. Possibly requiring deploying hundreds of fighters to, once again, kill one man.

No matter, they were all expendable. 

Like an eager pet, Kylo Ren offered, "I’ve already recalled my Knights of Ren here to Ilum, to help me secure the Starkiller, and will redouble their training. Skywalker defeated them before, yet they are stronger than they were then. They were used to preying on the weak, now they are capable of greater prey after what I’ve put them through."

"Adequate," allowed ‘Snoke.’ "Recall fleet units to reinforce the planet as well; Skywalker will try and destroy the weapon.”

“He will fail,” assured Kylo. “The shield is impervious. His desperate and futile attempts will cripple the Resistance though.”

No delusions there his uncle would survive that.

“Precisely. And once Skywalker is fleeing across the stars like the coward he is, you will come to me, and finish your training.”

If that initially failed, and whipping the nephew into proper shape took too long, the Knights of Ren, minus their leader, would commit a few atrocities on some worlds still holding out loyalties to the corpse of the Republic. Properly goaded, Skywalker would arrive to stop them, and upon setting foot on the surface, Starkiller would kill them all. He was less confident in that one though, hence why it was not his first choice, as this new version of Skywalker might realize the ‘First Order’ would consider an entire team of Dark Side users perfectly expendable if it meant killing the vaunted Jedi Master.

“We shall arrange for you to kill Skywalker’s students as a test for yourself,” he finished.

“Of course,” Kylo said, bowing his head in respect.

With a deft touch of the Force, Sidious withdrew from his puppet’s mind, too impatient to handle any more of their simpering, leaving behind a few imbedded commands as he left. If there was anything further of consequence, his aids would inform him of them later.

Right now he had to oversee some of his personal projects here on Exegol, such as the nearly completed fleet of Star Destroyers with a special surprise. Was it practical to divert resources to finishing a few of them early? Or better to wait for them to all be done at once?

Afterwards, he would retire to meditate on the possible futures to come, to learn what he needed to guarantee the final end of the Jedi, and the rise of the Sith Eternal. 

/ * * \

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For a moment Snoke blinked in confusion, before remembering where he was, and how he had been giving orders to his subordinates.

“Go,” he ordered.

Obediently Hux turned about and marched off, yet Kylo Ren held his ground.

“Yes?” he asked, drawing as much menace as possible into the word.

“Sir,” said Kylo cautiously, “while killing the older student Skywalker replaced me with shall be a pleasure, I believe we should try and bring the other girl with us. She’s strong in the Force, and young enough to still see the truth of the galaxy, and be valuable to us.”

Snoke bit back the impulse to assert who was the master, and who was to obey, as this sort of backtalk and defiance was actually uncharacteristic.

So he concentrated upon the boy he had groomed for so long, feeling his way through the paths of his mind.

Shock rippled through him as he perceived something new.

No, old yet hidden before. Even from him, despite believing he had known every corner of this Skywalker.

A connection. A link, no, bridge to someone else!?

Cautiously Snoke probed at it, and a sensation washed over him.

Powerful. Young. Conflicted. Eager to please. Confused. Lost. Found? Female—

Hurriedly he drew back as comprehension washed over him, not daring to alert Jedi Master Skywalker of his presence.

So.

So this girl . . .

A shift in his vision, and he realized Kylo Ren had dared fidget in his impatience, as Snoke had taken too long to respond. Briefly he considered another rebuke, only to decide against it.

“We shall see,” he stalled. “I’m pleased to see you considering such avenues to help fulfill your destiny. First however, we shall see if she survives the weapon.”

With that he disconnected the holocom.

Briefly he considered studying this unexpected opportunity closer, before remembering his more immediate commitments to assuring victory. While Hux handled the weapon, it would be more efficient for Snoke himself to contact various fleet commanders to both reinforce the planet, and oversee the destruction of the Republic.

With that, he started pulling up reports, aiming to balance as best as he could between the two objectives.

Chapter Text

Starkiller Base

Secure Conference Chamber

“Sir,” said Kylo Ren cautiously, “while killing the older student Skywalker replaced me with shall be a pleasure, I believe we should try and bring the other girl with us. She’s strong in the Force, young enough to still see the truth of the galaxy, and would be valuable to us.”

His master, Snoke, the man who had saved him when the galaxy had turned upon him, stared back impassively, face unreadable.

The moment dragged on, and to his dismay he found himself shifting with nerves, further cursing his weakness.

“We shall see,” said Snoke suddenly, and a chill went through him at the worry he had failed some sort of test, only to be filled with elation at the next words. “I’m pleased to see you considering such avenues to help fulfil your destiny. First however, we shall see if she survives the weapon.”

With that, the Supreme Leader of the First Order disconnected the holocom without a gesture, leaving Kylo with an empty room and the return of crushing thoughts and fears.

No, concerns.

Entirely rational concerns, given how Master Skywalker was back.

A man who he had trusted, only to be betrayed. A man who had returned now to destroy everything Kylo had made for himself. In all likelihood, he was working with Han Solo too, two old failures unable to accept their precious Republic was already dead. Maybe even deluded into believing there was some sliver of Ben Solo to be ‘saved’ out of some sense of too-late, far too late, guilt. To offer him ‘forgiveness’ as if it was all his fault.

He would kill them to prove his strength.

Prove himself to Snoke that he was worthy of learning those final secrets of the Force that his master was unsure he was ready for.

Then he would rise up to stand beside the Supreme Leader as a true equal to him. A partner in bringing order and peace to this chaotic, squabbling galaxy. The decadent and slothful would be swept aside, and the dregs would be given what they needed to be pulled up to rebuild the galaxy into what it deserved to be. All while provided with the protection and sense of safety they deserved, without being pressured or coerced into fending or thinking for themselves.

Yes, yes they would do all that, and Kylo will have fulfilled his grandfather’s dream.

But first he had to protect Starkiller, and plan out how he would actually kill Skywalker.

The strategy Snoke had outlined would work, even if it would require an unfortunate amount of sacrifice. However, it currently consisted mainly of broad strokes, and relied heavily upon Starkiller and the fodder of the First Order, and little opportunity for Kylo to distinguish himself.

Of course he had been promised his training would be continued while Skywalker was being hounded across the galaxy, but he could read between the lines. There would always be something which would keep the Supreme Leader from believing he was truly ready unless he proved himself. So he had to show his initiative by discovering or creating the opportunity to do it all himself.

In all likelihood, his best chance would be defeating the older apprentice. Even at a glance she had demonstrated considerable talent at killing, so taking her head would serve as proof of his worth, while hurting Skywalker in the same stroke. He would have to isolate her though, to prevent interference.

Moreover, if he could figure out how to separate Skywalker from his apprentices, then he could also save the girl.

Through the Force he knew she would survive the destruction of the Resistance Base, and surely he could prove her worth to Snoke! In fact, he would be saving her from Skywalker as his master had done for him! Yes, he would train her, provide her the same tools for liberation. Then there would be three of them!

Despite himself, Kylo allowed the kernel of hope within him to grow. It would all be so perfect. His will being made manifest through the Force.

And together they would kill Skywalker.

Reinvigorated, and gripping his repaired lightsaber, he turned to stalk out of the room.

He had a base to defend, so it could wipe out a den of murderers, traitors and thieves, and all they were trying to ruin for everyone else.

/ * * \

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\ * * /

D’Qar

Resistance Base

For the briefing on the First Order’s superweapon, it was a man introduced as ‘fighter pilot, Commander Poe Dameron who took the lead. They were all circled around a holotable.

“The scan data from Snap's reconnaissance flight confirms what the guys questioning Finn,” oh, and there was a hint of a defensive edge there which was a pleasant surprise to catch, “forwarded us.”

A bearded man took up the thread. "They've somehow created a hyper-lightspeed weapon built within the planet itself."

"A laser cannon?" asked someone else.

"We're not sure how to describe a weapon of this scale."

"It's another Death Star," said an older officer.

"I wish that were the case, Major," said Commander Dameron as he tapped some buttons. "This was the Death Star." An image of the infamous battle station appeared. “And this is Starkiller Base.” The far larger orb dominated the ancient terror, the latter ‘only’ being the size of a moon in comparison.

Gasps of dismay echoed across the room. Luke and Mara kept quiet, displaying confidence. Han Solo took it a step further by spreading his hands, and mockingly said, “So, it’s big.”

Yep, that was just like the man. Although Luke was trying to pin down an uncomfortable feeling he was getting. While it was definitely the Force, and it was trying to warn him about something, his connection to it remained too vague.

“How is it possible to power a weapon of that size?” demanded Admiral Ackbar.

“We don’t know yet,” admitted Poe.

“Maybe multiple power stations set across the globe,” offered Mara speculatively.

An aid passed General Leia a flimisi to read. There was a brief moment of hesitation from her Luke was sure nobody but Han, Chewie, Mara, and himself had caught. "The First Order," she said to the rest, "they're charging the weapon again now. Our system is the next target."

“They found you already?” demanded Mara, cutting through the dismayed exclamations. Luke would have said the same if he had not been so surprised. This was starting to feel like Yavin IV all over again. Unfortunately the Force was now blaring to him confirmation of the threat. Her eyes narrowed further in thought. “This must’ve been a recent development, or they’d have sent a fleet here. . . . How did you get this information about the Starkiller? Just the recon flight, or spies too?”

“No, we haven’t managed any significant ones within the First Order,” admitted Leia. Clearly it was a sore spot, so they dropped it. Still, between that and the sheer surprise of their whole assault upon the New Republic, it appeared the First Order had some impressive counter-intelligence.

“I did the reconnaissance flight there,” said the bearded man from earlier, who must be Snap.

“Did you come straight here from there?”

“Yes?” he said with a touch of confusion before flinching back at the venomous glare she gave him.

For himself, Luke just stared with an appalled expression. “You never do that if you’re hiding your base!” he cried out, having a flashback to the many, many lectures about that when part of the Rebel Alliance. If you failed to immediately snap back that you were going to make a multi-jump route back, you were sent straight to latrine duty.

“But you can’t track ships in hyperspace!” protested Commander Dameron.

“You can in our universe,” corrected Mara, cutting off anything else. “It’s not easy, but you can pull someone’s vector from a few microseconds after a jump. With that, and calculating in the fuel restrictions of whatever craft it is, and possibly other intel they previously had.” Ruthlessly she cut off the scathing words Luke could sense seething within her at the urge to verbally savage Snap for his gross, criminal incompetence. And if Snap had been one of Karrde’s employees? He would be lucky to only be fired on the spot.

The situation right now was more precarious however, and starting a fight, especially without her proper reputation behind her, was counterproductive.

Plus, seeing how they handle whoever it was, will be a good test for this Resistance, she placated herself.

Dameron was having similar thoughts about the couple, taking offence at the insinuation that some of his pilots and direct subordinates, his friends, had put the Resistance in any sort of danger.

Schooling his expression back into that of a serene Jedi, Luke mastered himself and turned his mind to their next step.

Currently they were in a situation similar to the First Death Star approaching Yavin 4, and he had to show he had learnt from that. As well as the aftermath of it all.

Thoughts crystalized together, and what followed was not born from the guidance of the Force, but Luke’s own hard-earned experience. The sudden and sharply empty feeling of what his Leia would be doing at a time like this. Her snapping off orders to him so she could do her own thing, and their absence was now glaring. So he would have to take her place, however briefly.

Pausing, Luke bit off the first words he wanted to say, as the woman before him was not really his sister, and he could not undermine her in front of her own people. Fortunately he had long practice dealing with various dignitaries and military personnel.

“General Organa Solo,” he said formally, and she cocked an inviting eyebrow at him. “I recommend you let us worry about Starkiller, while you handle the Republic itself. It may be wounded and reeling, but you were the one who was right about the threat it faced, and are still fighting, all of which I know you can leverage. Act now before the First Order has had a chance to solidify its hold, and reach out to your contacts. You said ninety percent of the military is gone? Well find out what happened to the rest. Planets with militias or anti-piracy patrols with ships which can be ‘stolen’ as they turn a blind eye. Retired Rebels with their own ships.”

Falling into sync with him, Mara added her own thoughts. “Is the First Order as pro-Human as the Empire? Then call up the governments of those aliens who suffered the most. Senators off-world, retired military, find everyone you can and get them coordinated and moving.”  

“Exactly,” said Luke, flashing his fiancé a smile. “This will only be a single battle, but you Leia, you can win us the war.”

Blinking once, twice, an astounding three times in surprise, Leia gave a small smile, and he knew only family could tell how fragile and yet proud and strong it truly was. As ever, she was unbent, unbowed, and broken. “You really think they’ll come?” she asked neutrally, yet he could sense the test underneath.  

“But we’ve already called for reinforcements, and no one answered,” protested Threepio. “And the Republic fleet was the only thing strong enough to save us!”

“You’re here though,” Luke fondly pointed out, cutting off the protocol Droid, making it turn to him in open confusion. “You know the odds we’re up against, and someone like you could’ve slipped off at any time. Except you’re here.”

“Well, I could hardly abandon my friends!” cried the Droid. “My, I’ve never been so insulted!”

Both Artoo’s whistled and beeped at him, and he stopped. “Oh. I see. Thank you.”

“No, thank you,” said Leia.

“And to answer your question,” said Mara, jade-eyes glittering, “If only a few dozen people from throughout the entire galaxy will answer the call for freedom, then the Republic deserves to die. In which case, after Starkiller Base I’m taking Luke and seizing a few systems to create our own Force Sensitive monarchy.”

“By which she means I’ll be the court jester,” he clarified with a lopsided smirk, which broke the rest of the tension. While Mara was not one for humour, she knew how to play a crowd and what they needed.

“Well now,” smirked Han, “I don’t like my odds under God Queen Jade, so we’ve definitely got to pull this off.” Chewbacca roared at him, and the smuggler gave his friend a light smack to the shoulder. “Yeah, yeah, nobody likes a brown-noser.”

The purple-haired woman from earlier, Holdo, stepped forward. She shot Mara a wary glance before turning her attention onto her friend. “They’re right though. Show them that people haven’t given up on the Republic. Turn the fear and dismay into righteous anger. Give them hope, and a cause to rally against tyrants once more.”

Luke nodded. “If this First Order is anything like the Empire, they depend upon intimidation. Take that away from them.”

The leader of the Resistance gave a small snort, except her eyes glittered with amusement. “Pretty words,” she said. “Except it sounds to me like you’re just as exasperating as my Luke; leaving all the hard work for me to do.” Without giving him a chance to reply, she snapped out a few sharp gestures, and several aides and officers made their way over to follow her out to another room.  

“Alright, so how are we going to do this?” said Han. “We’re on a deadline here.”

Taking a moment, Luke reached out to the Force, hoping for some hint. Something they had overlooked. Wait. He opened his eyes. “You said that Finn had intel. He worked there directly?”

“Yes he has,” grinned Poe like a howler.

“Get him here then. We need all we can get directly.”

/ * * \

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At a dead run, Finn reached the meeting room, with his escorts right beside him.

Everyone was clustered around the hologram of Starkiller Base, and he felt something tighten in his gut.

“Finn,” said Luke apologetically. “Sorry, but we need to know whatever you can tell us in person.”

“Uhm, right.”

“What can you tell us about the power source?”

Those were basically orders, and Finn found himself falling back into a familiar mindset as he disciplined himself. "It uses the power of the sun. As the weapon is charged the sun is drained until it disappears."

“Completely over the top and destructive to everything around it, why’m I not surprised?” sighed Mara Jade.

“True, but it beats having to disable multiple generators,” pointed out Luke.

"In order for that amount of power to be contained," said one officer, gesturing with his hands for emphasis, "that base has to have some kind of thermal oscillator."

“There is one,” said Finn, moving around the table. “Precinct forty-seven. Here,” he pointed to a part of the installation isolated from the bulk of the base.

"If we can destroy that oscillator," continued the officer, who he now belatedly recognized from First Order briefings as Statura, "it might destabilise the core and cripple the weapon."

"Maybe the planet," said an older Human.

"We'll go in there," volunteered Poe, "we'll hit the oscillator with everything we've got."

The churning in Finn’s gut returned in greater intensity as he realised what his friend, his first friend, would be flying into.

“They have defensive shields that our ships cannot penetrate,” warned Ackbar gravely.

“We disable the shields,” said Han Solo.

“How?” said Mara Jade in response.

In answer, the smuggler turned to Finn. “Kid, you worked there. What you got?”

“What was your position?” clarified Mara.

After a pause he hoped was not too noticeable, Finn admitted, “Sanitation.”

A subtle groan of display travelled the room, only for Mara Jade to smile in a way which genuinely scared him. “Perfect. If it’s anything like Imperial construction, there’ll be all sorts of ways to get around away with that.”

Giving a smile, Luke nodded. “They prefer intruders to stick to their nice, shiny corridors.”

Shock filled Finn as he realised the truth of it. They really could do that! But how—oh. A deadly calm settled over him, and he felt numb.

“You want me to come with you,” said Finn.

“We can’t make you,” said Luke with a touch of apology. “But we really are hoping you will. You’re the only one with a remote idea of what the place is like.”

Unbidden, he glanced in the direction of Poe’s hopeful expression, and thought of Rey and how much she believed in him even after learning he had been with the First Order. The help Luke and Mara Jade had already given him.

Yes. For them he could do it.

“Okay,” he slowly nodded, feeling a sense of warmth and strength returning to him. “I’m in.”

“I like this guy,” said Solo to the crowd, pointing at Finn. “So, you lead us around, and with two Jedi we take out the shields.”

“Now we’ve just got to figure out how to get on the planet,” said Luke, crossing his arms contemplatively.

Chewbacca and Solo exchanged a quick look, and then the man said, "We'll handle it."

"Good,” nodded Luke, considering that settled.

“So we disable the shields,” said Poe confidently, “we take out the oscillator and we blow up their big gun.”

“What do we have for that?” interjected Luke before everyone could begin to celebrate.

"Red Squadron and Blue Squadron,” Poe promptly answered. “Both made up of X-wings, with eight photon torpedoes each.”

“Eight?” said Luke with clear surprise. “How did you fit in two more—”

“Keep it together, sky jockey,” scolded Mara. “You can look at the blueprints later. The important question is if that’ll be enough to blow up something that big.” She looked at Statura. “How fortified would this thing have to be?”

Even Finn could see the concern slipping across the man’s face as he considered the question. “Very. Even without being a key strategic target.”

“They’re the best we’ve got,” protested Poe.

“That’s it,” blinked Luke in dismay. “No E-wings?” Blank looks. “K-wings? B-wings? Capital ships?”

“Unfortunately no,” said Poe, sounding defensive. “And the only ‘wing there I’ve heard of was the B.”

“But we do have something else,” spoke up a woman with purple hair. “We recently brought in those Star Fortresses.”

“With all due respect, ma’am, those are too slow,” the pilot said back.

“Can you bring them up,” asked Mara, gesturing to the holotable. Obediently an officer made the correct input, and an image of the ship and their specs appeared for all to see.

It meant nothing to Finn, so he glanced at Luke, and was taken aback by the offended look on his face.

“These don’t look very serviceable,” noted Mara.

“They’re flying death traps,” said Luke bluntly. “They could never survive a bombing run on a capital ship unless you took out all the turbolasers first. And would need a serious fighter screen. Why would . . .” he trailed off, gesturing weakly at the picture.

“Don’t mind him,” said Mara to the crowd, “his inner snubjockey is apparently easily offended.”

Whatever else she was about to say as the ancient astromech they had come with started beeping wildly.

“Their payloads,” blinked Luke, before refocusing. “. . . Huh.” He tapped a few keys to highlight details on a bunch of balls which Finn assumed were bombs.

“That’s enough to crack open a star destroyer,” said Mara in awe. “With just one ship.”

“Okay. Okay, I have an idea,” said Luke.

As he outlined it, he could tell everyone, even Poe, was quickly on board with it.

“Alright,” said Luke. “We’ll grab some commandos, and Finn will lead us in to sabotage the place.”

An awkward pause.

“We don’t have any commandos,” admitted Ackbar.

“None,” repeated Luke, blinking in surprise. “Okay, how about some Noghri. Ah. No. Intelligence operatives?”

“Elsewhere.”

“I’m afraid it’s just us, Kid,” said Han.

“Seems like it,” acknowledged Luke.

“You do realise this isn’t really a plan, but a series of wild improvisations,” said Mara dryly.

“It’s worked for us so far,” smiled Luke at her.

Chewbacca roared in affirmation, and the Jedi clapped his hands. “Alright. Let’s go.”

With a clamour, the crowd separated to do their parts.

“Oh,” Luke’s voice could still be heard, “and we need to get Threepio for this too.”

“We’re doomed,” deadpanned Han.

/ * * \

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\ * * /

Threading her way through a crowd of pilots and engineers rushing to get the starfighters ready, Rey raced towards the Millennium Falcon.

More people were moving along pallets of stuff while trying to stay out of the way of the X-wings as they hurried to pack up an entire base. Even to her amateurish eye, she suspected they would have to abandon a lot of stuff, which would be a horrid waste. But yes, once people knew where your valuables were, you either had to re-hide them, or stand watch every moment, and the First Order was too strong to stand up to like that.

She hesitated at the sight of Master Skywalker and Mara seeming to be having an argument with a Resistance officer. Something about how nobody had any sets of First Order stormtrooper armour to wear as disguises. Which yes was very weird. She had heard from others how in the olden days that the Imperial versions had been prime scavenging material since while it could not stop a military-grade blaster bolt, it was good for a lot of other stuff.

After another moment, she decided not to bother them.  

Ah, there was Han!

She hurried over, only to realise he was talking to that older lady from before who was very nice, yet also seemed really scary for some reason. Now she knew the woman was General Leia Organa Solo, the leader of the Resistance, and incidentally Han’s wife. Maybe. The man had not seemed very clear on the matter himself, so she had not pressed. Oh, and Master Skywalker’s sister!   

It had spread throughout the whole base on how they were evacuating, so she guessed the General had stepped aside to say good-bye. So she came to a stop, not wanting to interrupt.

“Some things never change,” said Han to Leia.

Oh. Oh dear, she was close enough to overhear! Should she leave? She should definitely leave. Except they might catch her trying to back up, and that would be worse.

She caught sight of Finn just off to the side, with a blaster rifle and a bunch of balls, sharing an awkward look with her.

“True,” said Leia, stepping closer to him. “You still drive me crazy.”

They stared at each other for long seconds, before sliding into a warm embrace which made Rey’s own heart clench for reasons she could not understand. She . . . felt something from them. Beautiful, and tender. Damaged, but still strong. Was this the Force? Showing her the love these two held for one another?

“If you see our son . . .” said Leia so softly, Rey nearly missed it. “. . . Bring him home.”

Han did not answer back, raising the nerves on Rey as she fought the urge to jump in. Finally, Leia looked up to see her. “Rey,” she said with a smile. “I’m glad to see you’re better.”

“I want to help!” blurted out Rey. “I can go with you!” She was good at sneaking around, and she had the Force, and Han would need all the help he could get saving Ben while Master Skywalker dealt with the First Order.

She had a connection with Ben! She knew it!

Before the General could say anything, Han let go of his grip on her, and turned to face Rey. “I’ve got a more important job for you,” he said, with a touch of certainty to his voice which made her straighten up in anticipation of his orders.

“I need you to protect Leia.”

The woman in question turned towards him. “Excuse me?” she asked with a sweet smile which made Rey want to step away, and Finn dropped the balls he had.

“I just told you those were explosives,” said Han grumpily without looking back, focusing instead on his wife. Moreover, he did not flinch from that look, making him braver than Rey would ever be.

“Impressive, no?” said Master Skywalker, coming up beside her, putting a hand on Rey’s shoulder. Han and Leia ignored him as he continued with, “The area feeling like it’s full of cold glass, waiting to shatter and cut you?” Rey shuddered as the description, now feeling it was just as he said. “That’s nothing to do with the Force, and entirely about what sort of woman Leia is.”

Acting as if nothing had been said, Han turned his focus on Rey specifically. “I need someone I can trust to make sure she actually gets off this planet in time. Even if you have to stun her, and carry her to her transport over your shoulder.” He winked. “Don’t worry, the only one she’ll kill is me.” 

At that, Leia huffed and rolled her eyes, breaking the tension, and Master Skywalker gave a small chuckle.

All of which only barely registered to Rey as her jaw dropped at the enormity of the trust Han was putting in her. What he was counting on her for. “I won’t let you down!” she swore. She would repay the faith they had shown in her, with everything she had!

“Good,” he said gruffly. Turning his attention now to Master Skywalker, Han said, “Chewie’s just grabbing the last of the gear and medical supplies, since there’s none aboard. No missiles though.”

“Understood. Threepio will be here soon.”

“Fantastic,” Han said, and Rey did not think he meant it. The smuggler jerked his chin at her. “Last call to say goodbye to Finn and anyone else before we take off.”

Gasping, she quickly ran around them to Finn. Quickly he stood up, and looked like he wanted to say something, only nothing came out, and she was drawing a blank as well, so she just pulled him into a hug of her own. His arms just hung in the air, and she started to worry she had done something wrong when he returned the gesture. She squeezed him tighter for a few more seconds before letting go. “Stay safe,” she managed, before running off to find Poe and give him a hug as well.

“Just ask someone, and they’ll tell you where to find me,” Leia called back after her.

/ * * \

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\ * * /

“Oh dear me!” lamented Threepio. “We’re doomed! The odds are terribly against us!”

From around the corner where the Droids were, Luke overheard an Artoo blat out a question to their friend.

“Because they’ll be even worse without my help!” Threepio huffed back.

For themselves, Luke and Mara were seated down at the dejarik table, grabbing a quick breather for themselves.

Seeing as how they had some time, Mara took a moment to braid her red-gold hair. An extra little precaution as they were inevitably going to fight their way through at some point, but by putting it in the sort of style popular with lower-ranked female officers of the old Empire, she was prepared to disguise herself if necessary. Especially as Luke was stepping away from using the Force for everything like his old illusions and other mental tricks.

Really though, it was their stench they had to worry about giving them away. Neither of them had had a proper wash in over a week by this point.

Not that you would know it by the look Luke was giving her.

To distract herself, she turned her attention onto Finn, who was sitting on a crate of supplies, adjusting to his blaster. Observing him during the meeting had been an intriguing affair. At a guess, the Resistance people debriefing him had gone for a gentler, more indirect manner of questioning him. Only at the meeting, the ex-stormtrooper had responded promptly to direct requests for information that had been far more useful than what had been forwarded to them already from the kids’ gloves approach.

She also doubted Finn realised the degree to which he had taken the lead during the meeting, easily keeping up with seasoned commanders. Much like he had done on Takadona. Definitely not the mindset of your typical ‘trooper, and she would lay good odds his low rank was more for ‘insufficient zeal’ or even ‘too much initiative,’ all of which the First Order considered undesirable in a conscript.

Even when heading back into the heart of the First Order, he was keeping his composure.

Although, that said, from the emotions which had radiated off of the man during the hug, he was still struggling with the concept that other people valued and appreciated him.

Something she could painfully relate to.

Not that she was going to get involved in that. No, she would leave it to the Farm Boy given his previous success cases.

Catching Mara’s assessing glance at Finn, and remembering how befuddled he had been while boarding, Luke’s thoughts drifted off to his newest student.

Having learnt from his mistake after the recent battle, and the subsequent panic attack, Luke had not forgotten about Rey, and had taken a quick, private moment aside with Han to discuss what to do with her. While admittedly a tad hypocritical of him, the Jedi Master had learnt the hard way not to bring a powerful, untrained, and inexperienced Force Sensitive into combat situations.

It had even worked out better than he had hoped, with Leia making such a strong impression on Rey. Being a Jedi included learning about diplomacy after all, and who better to be a role model for it?

Plus, it had been heartening to see the hope light up in her eyes at Han’s offer.

. . . Which unfortunately led his line of thoughts back to something they could no longer put off.

 “Finn,” he said. “Could you please give Mara and I some privacy? We've got some Jedi business to discuss.”

“Oh, sure,” he said, quickly vacating towards the cockpit.

“So,” said Luke.

“Kylo Ren,” said Mara evenly.

“Or Ben Solo,” he replied. “We don’t really know much about him.”

“We don’t need to. Only that he’s committed atrocities, and emulates Darth Vader.”

“And Anakin Skywalker proved you can come back from the Dark.”

“Considering them as two different people isn’t precisely healthy.”

With a sigh, Luke leaned back in his seat. “I can see them as the same person if I need to, but I admit it’s a lot easier this way.”

“He made his choices,” she said instead of touching that bundle of issues. “Like you told me long ago on Wayland, it all comes down to our own decisions. What worries me though, is that after hearing all that, if,” she leaned forwards, “you can cut him down, knowing he’s your own flesh and blood.”

Yes, something he had been wondering about himself.

“If I had cut down my father then and there, you’d have ultimately only traded one Vader for another.” Her jade eyes narrowed at him, yet let him continue. “For here though, I won’t hesitate if it’s necessary to save others from him.” That was all he could allow, because that is all he can be certain of. Not that he is finished though, because he did remember how exactly Wayland ended, and so he firmly added, “But I won’t leave it to you to settle.”

Her gaze sharpened for a moment before softening in appreciation. “Good. You might’ve also succeeded with Solusar, and Solo with Durron,” that was a pointed jab at how Luke had messed up with the teen, “but historically the only way to stop a Dark Sider who’s reached the point of massacres is to kill ‘em.”

“It’ll depend a lot on Han,” he admitted. “If there’s anyone who can convince Ben he wants to be redeemed, it’ll be his father.”

“That’s your hope.”

Luke paused and considered what he was feeling. “No,” he said with durasteel certainty. “If there’s going to be a chance, it’ll have to be him to help set his son on the right path.” He paused, and then added, “Or at least show him it.”

“Alright,” she nodded. “I won’t hold back myself though.”

“Understood,” he smiled, accepting that as who she was, as she did for him in turn.

“That said, it won’t be easy,” he added, shifting their focus. “Finn described some impressive techniques I haven’t even heard of before.”

“Interesting,” she said, pursing her lips. “I wonder if that’s another difference between universes, something he developed on his own, or something you managed to miss.” Many records had been destroyed after all, despite Luke’s hunt across the galaxy for every scrap of clues.

A ping from the Force cut off his response, and he saw she felt it as well. Not a warning of danger exactly, but a warning all the same.

Instantly he raced for the cockpit, with her immediately behind him.

They arrived just as Finn asked, “How are we getting in?”

"Their shields have a fractional refresh rate," said Han, glancing back briefly. "Keeps anything travelling slower than lightspeed from getting through.”

That made zero sense.

"We're making our landing approach at lightspeed?" demanded Finn incredulously.

“That’s impossible,” said Mara bluntly. “That gravity well alone—”

“Alright Chewie,” interrupted Han, “get ready.”

Luke blinked. That also made absolutely zero sense. He had checked the galactic map, and discovered to his disheartenment that Starkiller Base had been made out of Ilum, a desecration of the ancient Jedi Temple there, and easily days away even for the Millennium Falcon’s hyperdrive.

Except . . . would the First Order really invest in a superweapon which took days between each firing?

Plus there was how strangely fast they had reached D’qar before.

And this was Han Solo talking.

Alarm and comprehension burst through Luke, and he felt Mara’s own shock as she sensed everything rushing through him despite all his Jedi training.

Finn grabbed a seat.

“Han—!” started Luke.

“And . . .” said Han, peering at the roiling lights of hyperspace. “Now!”  

The roiling blue lights of hyperspace vanished and before them was a solid grey they all had less than a heartbeat to realise was stone and approaching fast before the pilot yanked back the controls to make them climb.

Chewie roared, and he snapped back, “I am pulling up!”

Thrown back as the inertial dampeners failed to keep up, Luke and Mara wrapped one arm around each other, while their free ones grabbed the bulkheads for a grip. Their minds were too blanked by sheer shock to do much else. Distantly they heard the wailing of the Droids behind them.

They crested over the mountain only to run into a thick forest atop of it. Wood splintered against the viewport as they snapped trees in half.

In response to Chewie’s next growl, Han said, “I get any higher they’ll see us!”

They broke through the treeline, and acting on instinct Luke reached out with the Force to switch on the repulsors, keeping them from hitting the ground and crashing. Quickly adjusting, Han slapped off their sublight engines to reduce their sensor signature, and settled them down gently to a complete stop.

In the distance they could see the light of the sun being sucked down into the planet.

“. . . See,” he said with a touch of maniac cheer. “That wasn’t so bad.”

Mara turned her dead gaze at him. “The truest sign I’m a Jedi right now is that I don’t kill you for that.”

“Don’t worry,” said Luke, reluctantly letting go of the sides of the ship, if not her arm. It helped that he could tell she was only half-serious. “We’ll just tell Leia what stunt he pulled.”

“And people say you’re the nice one of us.”

Despite himself, Han had to wince at that, while Chewie huffed in amusement, before asking a question.

“Yeah, that does seem like another difference between our universes,” said Luke. “We should’ve been yanked out back into realspace right over the planet.”

Snorting, Han shook his head. “That’s not how the hyperdrive works.”

“Apparently,” said Luke, thinking over the implications of this. A hyperdrive with none of the limitations they were used to, and at far greater speeds, would have a massive impact back home. Something they would have to be very careful about. “We can talk about it later.”

Once he no longer had to worry about shakes.

“Agreed,” said Mara with a scowl. Farm Boy could be all about improvisation if he wanted to, but she still preferred at least a semblance of a plan, and had assumed they would have a few days to do so. “Where are we relative to the base? Faster trip or not, we’re still on a deadline.”

A quick check of their screens showed they were not too far away after all. That said, given the distance and snow outside . . .

 “. . . Did we pack any hoverbikes?”

“. . . No.”

With a groan, Mara chose to press a palm to her face over threatening Solo with violence once more. “This is starting to sound like Wayland all over again.”

 / * * \

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\ * * /

Kylo Ren paused, slowly turning around as he stretched out with his will to use the Force to find what he sought. That glimmer of something which had brushed against his mind, There and gone, but not ‘nothing.’ Not for him.

“Skywalker,” he hissed out with boiling emotions. “Solo.”

He spun about to confirm there were no witnesses with him in the corridor aside from his Knights of Ren.

Vicrul, Cardo, Ushar, Trudgen, Kuruk, and Ap'lek.

All armed and talented with their weapon of choice. Taught in the ways of the Dark Side, and his personal warriors.

“He’s here,” he announced. “On the planet.”

It should be impossible, and yet they had done so all the same.

“How . . . fortuitous,” he said, projecting all his confidence. Because was this not what he had asked for? He would prove his strength by killing Skywalker. His conviction in killing Solo. And as a final touch of quark frosting, he would discredit Hux by having to save Starkiller after the man’s precious technology had failed to protect it.

“Time for a rematch,” said Cardo eagerly.

The others nodded in agreement. They were stronger than they had been before.

“What will Skywalker do?” asked Ap'lek. “Where will he go?”

Raising his hand in a silent gesture for patience, their leader stopped to think. Tried to anticipate where exactly Skywalker would go. If it was Kylo himself behind it, he would make his way to the control centre, cutting a path to the heart of the problem to ensure victory. Except Skywalker had been strangely non-confrontational on Takodana. Well, at least with his ‘nephew’ he had been. Probably holding onto some Jedi nonsense. Still, that was the point: he had to think like a Jedi. So either they would seek out Kylo himself, or they would try and disarm the weapon somehow.

The deserter!

With a lowlife like Solo along as well, with his history as a saboteur.

Yes, it was all coming together. Now they merely had to try and anticipate where Skywalker would go, and how he would go about it.

/ * * \

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Unknown

“—considers disagreements and discussion to be chaos and anarchy, instead of efforts by beings from all over this galaxy to come together in the name of their right to be free and decide their own destiny.”

The red-eyed individual considered the holomessage of Leia Organa Solo’s message carefully. 

“The First Order relies upon fear to survive, to create the illusion it is stronger than the rest of the galaxy despite being such a minority. By tomorrow its superweapon will be destroyed, proving the inevitable futility of its vision of tyranny. To the rest of the people of the Republic, I say this:

“Resist.

“Be patient. Be strong. Fight back where you can. Their war machine shall fall apart one gear, one gun, one stormtrooper at a time just as the Empire did. The Republic is not dead, and it is coming to help you finish the fight.”

“Not bad,” complimented the man beside him.

“She reused one of her old speeches,” he said back, blue skin tightening around his eyes as he thought.

“It’s doubtful they had much time.”

“True. Regardless, our course is clear, Captain. Inform the fleet to prepare for lightspeed.”

/ * * \

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\ * * /

D’Qar orbit

Raddus

It was sheer chaos, but General Leia was a center of calm in it.

The woman had insisted on being called ‘Leia,’ since Rey was still not an official member, except that title felt impossible to separate from the older woman. Still, the offer had been . . . nice. Moreover, as Han had promised, she was not offended by having Rey tailing after her, even into the bridge of the biggest ship she had ever seen. It was so much more clean and smooth compared to all those Imperial ones she had grown up climbing within!

Not that she was too obvious in her staring at everything about the Resistance flagship. Or at least tried to be.

She mostly stood to the side to be out of the way, although the General was not doing much at the moment. Initially she had been giving out lots of quiet yet firm directions to the Resistance members, or skimming over flimsies and datapads, only for it to settle down.

“It’s because I trust them to do their jobs.”

Shocked, Rey jumped a little at General Leia suddenly being beside her and speaking. “I—what?”

“Why I’m not going about barking orders or getting in people’s way,” elaborated General Leia. “There comes a point where you need to let them handle it, while you focus on the bigger picture. They know what to do, and I’ve made all the calls and proclamations I can for the moment. It’s a waiting game now while I wait for certain people to call back, and to leave the coms free for the rest of the evacuation.” She leaned closer and said more quietly, “And sometimes part of being in charge is just standing around, letting everyone see how confident you are.”

“Oh, I see,” said Rey, even though that was a half lie.

The raised eyebrow she received told her she was fooling nobody, except instead of being offended General Leia was looking at her with unmistakable fondness. “We’re lucky to have you by the way, Rey,” she said, referencing how Rey had found herself spilling her life’s story on the shuttle ride up to the ship.

 “Thank you,” said Rey, hoping her face was not flushed.

Another flimsi appeared before General Leia, and she gave it a glance before turning her attention back to Rey. “We’re about to head to hyperspace. Once we do, we’ll be safe, so you can consider your job complete. I’d suggest stopping by the medical bay though.”

“I’m fine,” Rey protested.

“I’m sure you are,” said General Leia not unkindly. “But medical checks are a mandatory part of joining the Resistance like you said you wanted to.” Instantly Rey brightened up, and was eager to run down there straightaway. “Also,” and the Resistance leader leaned in again to keep it private, “you can ask them to run your DNA samples to see if your parents are in our database.”

Her feet shifted towards the door before Rey caught herself despite the young voice in her head screaming to go find her parents; because she would not abandon her duty. “But only once we’re in hyperspace,” she managed to force out stiffly.

General Leia gave her a wink and encouraging smile, and then turned her attention back to the holotable detailing the final steps of the evacuation, leaving Rey to her buzzing thoughts. 

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Starkiller Base

Command Center

Brisk and professional, General Hux approached the office primarily overseeing preparations. “Report.”

She glanced at the readout to verify, and looked at him. “Weapon charged in fifteen minutes, sir.”

Without another word he walked away, impatiently waiting for it to all come together. Looking for a distraction, he took a moment to gaze up at the fleet overhead which the Supreme Leader had called in as pointless reinforcements. No matter, it was merely more witnesses to his triumph.

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Ignoring the dead stormtrooper laying on the ground, the infiltration team took stock of the First Order’s base. While Luke had not sensed anyone, they had to keep an eye out for electronic security measures.

Pointedly, Mara made sure their winter gear was stored outside the door, not dumped inside on the floor for anyone to find and set off an alert. No need to be sloppy after the First Order had been kind enough to leave a poorly guarded door leading to the frigid outdoors. 

"The longer we're here the less luck we're gonna have," declared Solo.

"Not luck, it's the Force which is with us," said Luke calmly. The smuggler scowled at that, yet said nothing.

"The shields," said Finn. "I have an idea about that."

"Go on," said Mara. It'll be a loss for the Resistance if we can't get this man to stay. Even if I wish he’d thought of it sooner.

Despite this, at first she was sceptical, only to admit she had no better idea. “We’ve also got that fleet they just brought in to worry about. We’ll have to call in the fighters before we take it down, or else they’ll notice.”

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The First Order was apparently built out of the ruins of the Empire.

Formed by survivors who had fled into the Unknown Regions, the best of the best of their fallen nation, determined to build something greater than it. One which would have none of the old failings, while institutionalising and strengthening everything which had made Palpatine’s vision worth dying for. An institution of law and order which would span millennia.

In practice, they fell woefully short in Luke and Mara’s eyes; functionally little different in substance from the myriad of warlords who had risen up after Endor.

And not just because they had still not yet learnt the value of railings.

Or the absolutely abysmal security. They had not even needed to use a single Jedi mind trick to get around!

No, the worst part was how perfectly Finn’s whole plan played out.

In bits and pieces as they hurried around dodging patrols, he explained how there was this woman named Phasma who lead the Stormtrooper Corps, who by the sounds of it ranked up there with Kylo Ren and General Hux, who was the head of this base, in the First Order’s (surprisingly vague) military hierarchy. Finn was confident she would have the necessary access codes. Moreover, she regularly went for her own independent patrol around, and of course people like Finn learned how to avoid her if necessary. Which also meant he knew where she would be.

And despite whatever else Solo might think, it had to be the work of the Force that Phasma was so conveniently close-by for them.

It was the work of a moment for Mara to slip behind the woman and kick her legs out from under her, while Luke and Finn grabbed the stormtrooper’s arms and hauled her out of the main corridor. One quick application of a lightsaber at Phasma’s throat, and the fight went out of her.

“You remember me?” squinted Finn at the woman before the Jedi could intervene.

“FN-2187,” Phasma replied readily through her helmet’s synthesised voice.

 “No anymore,” corrected Finn with a heavy intensity. Mara was about to intervene before a glance from Luke made her stop. Her fiancé felt that Finn needed this. As the scene continued to unfold, she had to acknowledge the increasingly manic look in the defector’s eye made for a surprisingly effective ‘bad cop’ approach. “The name’s Finn,” he whisper-shouted, jabbing with his blaster, “and I’m in charge. I'm in charge now, Phasma. I'm in charge."

"Bring it down," said Han softly, his own blaster never wavering from their prisoner. "Bring it down."    

“Yeah,” whispered Finn as he mastered himself. “Follow me,” he ordered Phasma.

Next thing they knew, they were in an isolated room before a suitable computer terminal.

“Tell us your codes,” instructed Luke, and with barely a hint of hesitation the head of the First Order’s fanatically loyal legions complied, and the Force confirmed it was true.

Disgust radiated off of Mara as the First Order’s highest leadership proved no better than the Empire’s had been. There was no true belief in ‘order’ or ‘stability’ at the top, only naked self-interest and advancement. Possibly even worse, as there had been some Imperials who would have rather died than betray the Empire and their fellow soldiers and pilots.

Whistling smugly, Artoo, Luke’s Artoo, wheeled his way to the console and plugged himself in.

He could feel Phasma’s attention sharpen on the Droid, and knew even now she was trying to find an opening.

Mara shot her in the neck with a stun blast.

Surprised, Finn nearly dropped the limp and large Phasma, but Luke braced her. “We need to put her somewhere out of sight,” he said.

“Probably more merciful to just kill her,” said Mara with a touch of bitterness. “She won’t wake up in time like that.” Not that she acted upon it, or really meant to directly murder a helpless prisoner. Even like this, Phasma had the slightest chance of survival.

Another sharp whistle, the cleverest little astromech confirmed he was in, and with full access.  

“Good. Alright, Artoo, start with their shields. Han, call Chewie.”

Meanwhile Han pulled out his com, cued to a frequency Chewie was monitoring, and said, “Issue on sanitation corridor seven-three-eight-dash-wesk-cresh.” According to Finn that would sound legit, without being an actual place. Not that they were expecting anyone of the First Order monitoring transmissions to catch on in time.

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Millennium Falcon

Nice and toasty warm with the heat on, Chewbacca clicked the com twice in acknowledgement. He barked an order to Threepio, only the Droid was already on it. “Thank the Maker!” he exclaimed even as he sent his own message.

Meanwhile, the Wookie began finalising preparations for his own job. Idly he took a sip of his hot caf while he wondered if being able to send messages through hyperspace was another thing their new associates could not imagine.

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Raddus

Hyperspace

“General, the signal’s been given,” reported one of the officers.

“Han did it,” said Leia with relief. “Send them in,” she ordered.

“Give Poe full authorization to attack,” Admiral Statura relayed.

“Black Leader, go to sub-lights on your call.”

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Fulminatrix

Orbit above Starkiller Base

“Captain!”

Captain Moden Canady of the First Order swivelled to his sensor operator even as she continued.

“Enemy contacts! ‘Fighters matching older Republic models. It’s the Resistance!”

“Target them with our surface cannons,” he ordered automatically, even as he tried to understand what they were thinking. A desperate suicide run?

“Captain!” she called again, only now with clear concern. “The planetary shield’s down!”

“What?” he said on reflex before catching himself. It appeared the Supreme Leader had been wise to pull his ships away from finishing the dismantlement of the corrupt Republic after all. Obviously a traitor and saboteurs were at work. “Contact the base immediately!” he thundered. “Scramble our fighters! Tell the other ships to do the same!”

With a sense of foreboding he turned to look out the viewscreen at the sight of the star being sucked into the installation below. While he was hardly briefed upon the specifics of it, he could imagine how volatile such a containment system must be. “They’re targeting the weapon!”

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Fulminatrix

Orbit above Starkiller Base

“Captain!”

Captain Moden Canady of the First Order swivelled to his sensor operator even as she continued.

“Enemy contacts! ‘Fighters matching older Republic models. It’s the Resistance.”

“Target them with our surface cannons,” he ordered automatically, even as he tried to understand what they were thinking. A desperate suicide run?

“Captain!” she called again, only now with clear concern. “The planetary shield’s down!”

“What?” he said in reflex before catching himself. It appeared the Supreme Leader had been wise to pull his ships away from finishing the dismantlement of the corrupt Republic after all. Obviously a traitor and saboteurs were at work. “Contact the base immediately!” he thundered. “Scramble our fighters! Tell the other ships to do the same!”

As the commander of a Mandator IV-class Siege Dreadnought, he had superiority over the rest. Ostensibly he answered to General Hux here, but without the obnoxious twit hovering over his shoulder, he felt free to give out what should be obvious orders.

With a sense of foreboding he turned to look out the viewscreen at the sight of the star being sucked into the installation below. While he was hardly briefed upon the specifics of it, he could imagine how volatile such a containment system must be. “They’re targeting the weapon!”

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Starkiller Base

On the screen before the infiltration team, they saw the holoscreen indicate the planetary shield was down. Artoo whistled in triumph before starting his next task.

Next were their communications. While Luke knew his plucky Droid could not take down the entire net on his own in their limited timeframe, it was within his talents to scramble them up a bit. The less people who knew to shoot at the incoming Resistance fighters the better.

Finally, a few smug whistles, and Artoo confirmed he had used Phasma’s access codes to set up a remote link with his counterpart back on the Millennium Falcon, even applying the head stormtrooper’s own authorization to encrypt and classify it, while bypassing nearly every security protocol in the process. Unfortunately, accessing the superweapon’s systems directly was impossible, proving at least someone in the First Order had good sense there. Nonetheless, in short order he received confirmation that the native version of himself was carrying out his remote slicing with aplomb, taking advantage of a priceless opportunity.

Even so, they only had a short window available, and it was already apparent there was a tremendous amount of information to shift through.

No matter, that was not their main priority here.

“Okay, time to ditch this planet,” said Mara, putting words to action as she made for the door with the others quickly following. Belatedly she started to wonder how much time they had to evacuate before the Resistance attacked, given how flawed their assumptions about hyperspace travel had been.

“Is Ben here?” asked Han suddenly as he jogged beside Luke.

“Yes,” said Luke, not even hesitating. “However he’s concealing his presence,” he went on regretfully, “so I can’t locate him specifically.”

“And talking down a Dark Sider isn’t something to be done when you’re in a rush,” she added, stopping to glance around a corner. As essential as speed was, bringing the entire base down on them would be a hindrance. “Especially if you’re trying to find them in a place this huge. If he’s anything like you, he’ll survive.”

“The Force is nudging us this way,” added Luke, pointing in one direction. “Finn, are there any hangers that way?”

“Uhm, yes,” the man answered in awe. “Yes there are!”

“Okay, so let’s make our escape, and see if we run into him on the way.”

“Right,” Han gruffly acknowledged. “No way my kid’s dying here. Certainly wouldn’t have killed Vader. Or me in the old days.”

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Exegol

Darth Sidious was jolted out of meditations by a shrill noise. As his followers knew they would scream for the sweet mercy of death if they disrupted him without good cause, he released the cloaking feeling of the Dark to answer the message. It was short and to the point:

An agent of the Final Order aboard one the ships now guarding Starkiller Base had sent a priority message the planetary shield was down, and Resistance starfighters were moving in. 

How!?!?

It was Endor all over again!

Obviously it was all Skywalker, but for even him to pull this off should have been impossible! 

Grasping control of his fury, Sidious quickly worked to make the connection to Snoke. He would have to assume some measure of direct control of this catastrophe. 

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Planet orbit

Commander Poe Dameron, Black Leader, felt a thrill go through him as he and his pilots soared down towards the planet below.

Alongside him were his fellow X-wing pilots, providing escort for the Starfortress bombers. Cumbersome and barely manoeuvrable, the entire formation was packed tightly together to provide some measure of overlapping fields of fire for the inevitable TIEs, while ‘fighters like his own were sacrificing precious speed to keep close. All in all, it left them terribly vulnerable to the defenders below, to say nothing of the unexpected presence of the destroyers and dreadnought above which were doubtless preparing to crush them between two unyielding maws of death.

Except despite it all, he could not help but grin at the audacity of the plan they had all put together, confident in its success.

Hey, Finn and Master Skywalker had already done the ‘impossible’ in getting that shield down!

Visible even from space, they could see the thermal oscillator standing out as a massive, miserable target for them to hit.

And completely out of range of our bombers, he thought, barring his teeth in a predatory smile.

“TIE’s closing in on our six,” reported Cobalt Belle.

Turbolaser fire flashed by his viewscreen as the destroyers risked shots even with their own planet-sized base as a backstop.

Pulling back on his stick, he looped around to vape the vanguard TIE’s. “Red Squadron with me,” he ordered. “Blue Squadron, stick to Cobalt and Crimson Squadrons.”

Acknowledgements flowed in, even as he tapped his trigger and made his first kill of the fight.

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Starkiller Base

Command Center

“What’s going on!” demanded General Hux sharply.

 “Reported fighters incoming,” one subordinate briskly answered. “We’re having issues with the comms, so there’s not a complete report.”

His face tightened at the news, but only said, “Get me through to Canady.” They would fulfil their duties or be replaced.

Intimately familiar with Starkiller, he went to the window to look for any threats to the thermal oscillator, be they Resistance scum or Republic stragglers, yet there was nothing to be seen. Good.

However, he also took note of the lack of any siren blaring. “Put out a general alert. Dispatch all squadrons.”

“Internal comms are disrupted as well, sir. We’re having difficulties spreading the alert.”

He said nothing in response, merely taking note of the speaker for later.

“General Hux,” said a garbled voice, and he turned to see the static-filled image of Captain Canady. “Resistance fighters have emerged from hyperspace, including heavy bombers.”

“Then we shall crush them here,” he said coldly.

“You have saboteurs down there,” added the captain, and despite his professionally blank expression, Hux knew the man was enjoying this. “The shield went down just before they came out of hyperspace.”

“Our security forces will uncover and make an example of them,” vowed Hux, even as his gut churned in the knowledge the man was likely correct.

How was this even possible?

There was no conceivable way another traitor could have slipped past his screenings, nor for a saboteur to infiltrate them. Even if it was Skywalker, Kyo Ren would—

Hux’s thoughts ground to a halt as he realised what must have happened, if not the specifics, and because he dared not show weakness before his juniors, mentally screamed out a litany of curses at the Supreme Leader’s pet.

Because of Kylo Ren’s pride and arrogance in his refusal to warn anyone, Hux’ base was taking damage! He would be sure Snoke knew of this, and that the fool would face the full consequences of his actions!

Some of his thoughts must have shown, given the slightest twist of Captain Canady’s face. Still, he could not tear at the older man as he richly deserved; he had too many cronies amongst the other failures of the Empire, and they remained a useful symbol.

“How long until the weapon’s ready to fire?” Captain Canady said instead.

“Thirteen minutes,” said Hux promptly, projecting all of his confidence at their inevitable victory. “They’ll never penetrate our defences in time.” Except even as he said those words, a foreboding thought occurred to him. With a wave, he dismissed the transmission, and quietly gave an order to one of his subordinates.

Only then did he turn his attention back to the windows, making a mental note for a proper command holotable to be installed here in the future. Obviously something like this would not happen again, but he was missing out on the opportunity to more clearly see the Resistance being crushed. As well as a few other changes, he conceded. There were not as many TIE’s assigned here as there could be, as it was assumed the shield would be all that was necessary. Given the issues deploying and coordinating them though, a few more squadrons would not hurt in the future, even if they had the orbital fleet as reinforcements. Some more turrets as well.

“Sir! The shield’s coming back up!”

Briskly he arrived at the shoulder of the officer who called out, and sure enough the shield was back online, except now it was cutting off Canady’s turbolasers and most of  his TIE’s. Hux’s face clenched from a moment at the incompetence of raising the shields not only too late, but to their detriment, before he understood what was happening. “They’re still in the system!” he snapped. “Lower it!”

“We can’t,” apologised the officer, typing frantically at the keyboard.

“Find out where they are! Ensure nothing interferes with the weapon’s operation systems!”

So long as they kept that safe, there was nothing to worry about.

“Have the turrets target the bombers,” he continued. “We’ll pin them up against the shield.”

Yes, as unexpected as this was, the First Order’s triumph was inevitable.

"General, Supreme Leader Snoke is making contact from his ship." 

Keeping his face a mask, Hux bit off his irritation at the interruption. "Excellent," he said. Quickly he weighed doing it here against the cost of his leaving the battle.

Any decision was taken away from him as a holoimage appeared before him. 

Bald and deformed, but eyes commanding and intense all the same despite the poor imagery. "General Hux," he rasped in a gravelly voice. 

“Ah, Supreme Leader Snoke,” he said, feeling a touch of nerves even as he reminded himself he was not the one at fault for this humiliation.

“The weapon is endangered. Skywalker has infiltrated the base.”

Not something which he would have learnt through Starkiller Base, so it must be Canady and his ilk.

“Kylo Ren is handling it,” Hux managed to get out, praying it was true, even as he tried to pin the blame on his rival. “The Resistance rabble will never manage to destroy the thermal oscillator.” It was the most obvious target. "Their bombers will be shot down before they can reach it."

For an endless moment Snoke kept his silence, even as it felt like he was peering into Hux’s soul. In a blink it was over, and the look of disappointment vanished along with a weight he had not even known was there.

"Deploy all Stormtroopers to reinforce it," ordered Snoke before disconnecting the transmission. 

 A flicker of indignation went through him, only to be overshadowed by the satisfaction the Supreme Leader trusted him to handle this.

He could gloat later though, after they snuffed out the Resistance and the last sparks of this so-called 'democracy.' 

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“Looks like the party’s getting started,” said Han, alarms started to howl.

“Just this way,” said Finn, leading them alongside Luke. 

“Right,” said the Jedi Master, trusting in the Force. “We’ll grab those two-seater TIE’s, and you fly out with Han.”

“What about the Droid?”

“Artoo will fly with me, and Mara’ll take her own.” 

They rounded a corner, and came into a hanger bay, some ‘fighters to the side, and nobody in sight.

Relieved, Finn hurried forward a few steps before realising the others were not with him. Looking back, he saw the other three on guard and scanning the room suspiciously. Even Artoo discretely retreated back into the corridor they had come from.

“What’s wrong?” he whispered-shouted.

“Too quiet, kid,” answered Han, which confused Finn as there were sirens still blaring.

Understanding dawned as the hanger alarm shut off, as did the lights, leaving only the red glow of the emergency ones and the dimming brightness through the large, open hanger leading outside.

Out from behind one of the TIE’s emerged Kylo Ren, leading six other figures in dark, concealing armour, wielding a wide variety of weaponry.

The shadow of Darth Vader loomed over the room.

Luke and Mara drew their lightsabers, yet did not ignite them. Finn raised his blaster rifle . . . while Han lowered his pistol.

Sounds caught Finn’s attention, and Stormtroopers, pilots, technicians, and a few others of the First Order emerged, yet they only stood to the side. Faces tight with suppressed emotions. Witnessing.

“I overestimated you,” said the dark figure grandly. “I was sure you would target the thermal oscillator yourselves instead of relying upon a pack of washed out pilots to do your dirty work while you flee. However, the Force led me to you all the same.”

“That’s some impressive stealth,” conceded Luke. “Being able to hide your presences’ like that.”

“Jedi Master Luke Skywalker,” hissed out Kylo Ren. “This won’t end like before.”

For a moment Luke considered pointing out how exactly Takadona had ended, before dismissing it. Not only was that beneath him, the lack of comment would stand out all the more.

“However I still don’t understand why you only returned now. Was it because your new apprentice,” a gesture at Mara, “was finally ready? Because you learnt how your bloated Republic’s time was at an end? Or was it because you wanted to say you forgive me?” The next words came out harsh through the vocoder, dripping with venomous sarcasm. “To save my soul?”

“No.”

Except it was not Luke who had spoken, but the old man beside him, who stepped forward while holstering his weapon.

For a moment it seemed Kylo Ren would ignore him, remaining focused upon the hated Jedi. But then he turned his attention upon the smuggler. “Han Solo. I’ve been waiting for this day for a long time.”

The father took a deep breath, and then walked forward without even so much as a gesture to his allies.

Knowing how this would have to go, Luke and Mara said nothing, while Finn looked back and forth in confusion between the war hero of the Rebels, and the champion of the First Order.

Slowly Han closed the distance, heedless of the danger before him.

What do you make of those other six? asked Mara through their private bond.

Dark Siders. The feeling of it is crude amongst them. They’ve used it, and often, for violence, but no true training. At least not enough to be considered proper disciples.

He’s obviously their leader. So he’s not training them properly?

I’m not sure he knows how, admitted Luke. Although it was impossible to deny the sensation of power emanating from the younger man. Burning with it in a way almost blinding now that he was no longer hiding it. He shared this with Mara, and hesitantly added, It’s a lot like Rey actually.

. . . I see, said Mara, mentally grimacing at that. Coincidences were far and in between when it came to Force Sensitives. Back to the present though, you think they, a mental jerk at the unknown six again, will cause trouble?

They were spread out to the sides of their boss, unmoving, but with enough distance that Han and his son could react if necessary.

. . . No. They know what this is, and want to see if he passes the test or not.

Except both sides had very different definitions of what ‘passing’ would entail.

Luke’s gut clenched as he knew more than anyone what sort of risk this alternate version of his brother was taking.

"Take off that mask,” said Han, only a few metres away now, words echoing throughout the hanger for all to hear. “You don't need it."

"What do you think you'll see if I do?"

"The face of my son," said Han, voice as hard as durasteel.

Silence stretched out across the room, broken only by the wail of distant alarms, and the galaxy rested upon the tipping point.

Slowly leather clad hands reached up, and with a hiss of gas removed his helmet.

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Poe Dameron was never as alive as he was when behind the stick.

Sex, spice, nothing had anything on this. The only Resistance pilot without a wing-mate because no one could keep up.

He danced through the skies while his X-wing spewed fire, and with every twitch of his thumb a TIE died.

Another X-wing blew up.

Only there might be too many for even Poe this time.

Squadron after squadron of TIE’s were swarming in, while the bombers threw out as large a wall of fire as they could.

Still though the TIE’s flew at them, and he knew what they were thinking. That they should be able to just swarm over the escorts and overwhelm the bombers.

 “Keep it up,” he reassured the others. “We’re almost in position, and then we’ll be able to go home.”

To prove his point he spun to the side and came up on a curve, killing four TIE’s in quick succession.

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An indescribable feeling blew through Han at the sight of his son, truly seeing him in the flesh for the first time in too many years.

He’s grown up, he could not help but think. A man now.

It was eerie how much he looked like a mixture of both his parents when they were that age.

Impassively Ben stared back while Han collected himself.

As the sun above was consumed, the light within the hanger began to dim.

“Your son is gone,” Ben suddenly said. “He was weak and foolish like his father. So I destroyed him.”

“That’s what Snoke wants you to believe,” said Han, slowly coming forward, not contesting the parts about himself being weak. Foolish. A coward. “But it’s not true. My son is alive.” 

It was there in his face, one which even after so long he could still read. The intensity of his denials to try and make something true when it was a lie. Even to yourself.

“No. The Supreme Leader is wise.”

And there for you when I wasn’t, Han knew, just a few arm’s length away. “Snoke is using you for his power. When he gets what he wants, he’ll crush you.”

So close, he could reach out and touch his son now, who sensed it and took a step back. They stared into each other’s eyes, with Han letting all his grief and regret shine through, along with his undying urge to protect Ben even now. “You know it’s true.” 

It was just the two of them, and nothing else mattered as Han saw the struggle within.

“. . . It’s too late.”

“No it’s not. Leave here with me, come home. We miss you.”

Whatever else, Leia had always accepted their child. Showed Ben the affection and unconditional love he so desperately deserved and yet needed. Even when she had sent him to Luke’s Academy.

Ben’s eyes became wet. Emotions flew across his face as the war within him intensified. Voice breaking, he gasped out, “I’m being torn apart.” Biting back the urge to speak, Han kept his silence. “. . . I want to be free of this pain.” Ben looked away for a moment, then back to say, “I know what I have to do, but I don’t know if I have the strength to do it. Will you help me?” 

“Yes,” said Han, stepping closer. “Anything.”

Ben searched his face for any hesitation, and then dropped his helmet on the deck, the sound echoing throughout the hanger. Slowly he unclipped his lightsaber, and with both hands offered it horizontally to his father.

Certainty and relief blooming through him, Han looked his son in the eyes once more and then reached for the lightsaber and all it represented of the First Order. Of Snoke.

Night fell outside as the sun’s radiance was swallowed whole, leaving only the haunted glow of the emergency lights.

Ben was not letting go of the lightsaber.

His grip was unyielding for all that Han pulled at what had been offered, doing everything he could to help his son make the steps home.

Because he wanted to go home?

Understanding crystallised within Han’s mind at the two very different conversations they had been having.

Ben needed to make a choice, and had asked his father’s help to make it . . . and he had offered freely.

In one swift motion the lightsaber was torn free of Han’s grip and twisted to point at him.

Red plasma burned into existence and flesh burned.

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Watching Han approach Ben, Luke now properly understood what he had put Leia through all those years ago when he had left to confront Darth Vader, to prove the man was indeed still Anakin Skywalker.

Everything had hinged upon choices that day. His to have faith. Vader’s to reject the Dark Side in an act of love. Leia’s . . . to let him go.

Once more father and son stood upon the precipice, and all they could do was bear witness.

And trust in the Force.

He reached out to it, trying to get a feeling for all that was happening right now, ominously aware they were on a deadline, and they had yet to escape.

He reached out to it, and felt it all around them.

He reached out to it, and could feel it weeping at the loss of life this abomination represented.

He reached out to the Force . . . and for the first time since arriving in the strange galaxy, it fully answered back.

Like returning home he felt the full weight of its embrace, and deaf and blind to the events around him, he Saw.

Opening himself to the Force, he reached out with his will and yanked Han aside just as the red lightsaber ignited. Too late, the red blade ignited through the older man’s left arm, sheering it through.

A scream erupted from Han even as Luke and Mara’s lightsabers burned to life, and the six dark figures raised their weaponry.

Han flew to Finn, who grabbed him and eased him down to the cold floor.

Stormtroopers moved forward.

At the center of it all, Kylo Ren stared at Luke with a look of such profound hatred it tainted the air around him. “He offered it to me,” he spat. Goading and vicious.

“Kid,” said Luke, resolved. “I’ve had a long few days.” He released his own rage into the Force where it would do no harm, and marched forward, Mara at his side. “I need to get Han out of here, so I’m going to have to steal those ships. Are you going to stop us?”

“I’m going to kill you,” sneered Kylo. “You may’ve bested the Knights of Ren before, but they’re now more than enough to occupy you while I kill your replacement apprentice.”

“Is that a fact?” said Mara coolly.

A flick of her wrist, and she raised her hold-out blaster to shoot Cardo in the throat, dropping the Knight with the arm cannon.

Shock emanated from them at the un-Jedi-like approach.

She fired twice more at the Knights, to which Kylo raised his hand and froze them mid-air.

The Force coursing through him, Luke closed the distance in a blink and brought down his lightsaber.

Gasping, Kylo stumbled back, their blades locked, and his grip upon the frozen energy was lost.

Their sniper Kuruk failed to move in time.

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Sorrow, disappointment, and curdling guilt clawed at Han worse than the pain in his arm as he fell.

He had failed his boy.

His son.

Ben had made a choice he doubted even Leia could pull him back from.

Distantly he felt the impact of himself hitting the cold, unfeeling floor, and could not help but weep at how Snoke could apparently offer Ben what Han never could? Or was it something else that he had missed? Or was Ben truly blind to what Snoke and the First Order were?

Darkness edged across his vision, and he knew he did not have much time left.

Even as he drowned in his remorse, something caught his attention and he recognized the shadowy figures who had been with Ben advancing, and a familiar fire lit through his veins. Self-pity swept aside as old memories moved his arm. He might be a failure of his father, but he was Han. Farking. Solo. And there was still a way to help save his son.

A worn yet trusty blaster belched his fury, taking a Knight of Ren in the knee.

No Force tricks, just the pure, sleek surety of a man who had done this a million times, with lightning speed and reflexes not even time could dull.

Ap’lek fell to the ground in agony, losing his grip upon his treasured axe.

Han’s next two shots to the head removed any further concerns.

Blaster fire sizzled by his head, and with blurring eyes Han turned his shots upon the stormtroopers.

The other three Knights of Ren closed in around Mara.

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 “Cobalt Mare’s destroyed!”

“Crimson Dancer taking a lot of hits!”

“Cobalt Treasure here, shields at twenty-percent!”

“Mayday! Mayday! We’re going down!”

Poe grimaced at the growing tally against their priceless bombers. The longer they took, the more the First Order was getting its act together.

“More TIE’s are scrambling from the base!”

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His nephew had talent, there was no denying it.

He had been trained to an extent, and moved with a certainty and power reminiscent of Vader in the strength and brutality of his strokes. Lighter too without that suit. A raw, natural talent to brush aside all who came before him.

Except Luke had that too.

A blazing connection to the Force, and unlike Kylo Ren he embraced its guidance. For all the young man’s genuine talent, his actual inexperience fighting other lightsaber duelists showed in comparison to Luke’s, who beyond all his struggles against Dark Siders, also regularly trained with his fellow Jedi at the Praxeum.

Spinning, he redirected the red saber to the side, stepped back as Kylo used his own momentum to recover and come about, only for Luke to use the new space between them to go on the offensive.

“Who told you to use a lightsaber crossguard?” he asked conversationally, trying to make the boy think. Han had loosened the blinders, and within that hurricane of Darkness Luke could feel Kylo’s regret and grief at what he had been within a hair's breadth of doing. If he could just reach it . . .

He probed with a series of quick thrusts, something difficult and rarely used by him, and thus trickier for someone expecting him. Or a variant of Jedi Master Skywalker at least.

Furious, Kylo Ren refused to answer, struggling to adjust.

“Because I haven’t come across it before. Yes, it might have some use trying to catch and knock away a lightsaber, or a new way to cut through someone up close, but it really costs you in defence, doesn’t it? Easy for even an expert to cut themselves on it.”

“Shut up!” snarled Kylo Ren. “I don’t need to worry about that!”

“Mmhmm,” hummed Luke, catching the lack of denial to both his questions. Because he was confident Snoke treated him as an apprentice. “Because you’ve been promised secrets and knowledge which will make-up for such shortcomings.”

“Yes!” Kylo’s eyes twitched as he realised he had admitted weakness there, and shoved hard to move Luke’s lightsaber aside to come in for hammering blows. Casually redirecting his weapon, Luke shifted into the defensive, letting the younger man expend his energy in aggressive motions he lacked the experience to properly manage, even as the others handled Kylo’s allies.

Flawlessly Kylo switched from two-handed strikes to a series of quick one-handed uppercuts from both sides one after another. As easy as he moved, Luke noticed the younger man’s footwork was not quite as perfect.

He kicked out to which Kylo sidestepped but made space for Luke to push forward with a few broad strokes of his own, eying how they were directly blocked before Kylo then spun around using his back to hide motion to a punishing downwards slash. With a familiar, whirling, crackling noise their blades locked together, faces mere inches from one another.

Despite himself, Luke could not deny the relief that as much as he could see this boy was indeed a child of Han and Leia, he was not a clone of Jacen, Jaina, or Anakin Solo.

Wrenching down, Kylo brought his crossguards to Luke’s wrists to lop them off, only he had already skipped back to safety, fingers tingling from the lingering heat.

Undaunted, Kylo advanced, making powerful, aggressive strikes which Luke dodged and deflected.

“Snoke won’t share them, you know. He’ll only dangle them before you to keep you following him.”

“He gives me what I’m ready for!” Yet even through that maelstrom of emotions he caught Kylo’s resentment; that there were things he wanted to learn and had been denied.

Distantly Luke registered the stormtroopers firing, with Finn radiating grim determination as he fought back. A relentless Han by his side, half-dead but still fighting as ever.

Taking a gamble, he knocked Kylo’s lightsaber aside and made a snap-kick to his gut. Even as he gasped out some air, his nephew’s blade remained up on guard for his torso and head. Luke disengaged and took a step back.

“The Dark Side offers power to crush a galaxy which threatens you,” he said. “To impose your will upon it to make it all stop, and to remove all the pain and fear you feel. Only instead it only makes you Snoke’s slave.” 

A stillness fell over the young, ending the turmoil within him, and Luke knew he had erred.

“Really?” said his nephew conversationally. “Threatened? Pain and fear? Uncertainty in the face of the galaxy? Snoke taking advantage of me?”

Pure, raw, unadulterated hatred erupted out of Kylo Ren as it choked the air, and burned Luke’s mind.

Palpatine. Exar Kun. Kueller. So many Dark Acolytes and more. Never had even their sheer loathing been as poisonous as this. As Personal.

“That’s what you say when it was you who attempted to murder me!?” screamed Kylo Ren as he went on the offensive in a storm of crimson strokes driving Luke backwards. “And now you return to blame me!? The man who saved me!?”

And to his horror, Luke felt the truth in those words. Grasped images of what had happened years before.

Seeing his own face, bearded staring down at him, wielding a lit lightsaber and an expression of fear and loathing.

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Through their connection Mara felt Luke’s shock and horror throwing him off.

Keep it together, Farmboy! she shot back at him while she focused on the Knights of Ren.

They came at her as a group like pack predators. Filled with vicious glee and casual violence like she had seen countless times, hungering to avenge the humiliation of her killing two of their own already.

Her holdout blaster slipped back up her sleeve, not even bothering to use it here; if they were coming at a lightsaber with melee weapons, then those vibroblades had to be made of some sort of resistant material.

Barely visible in the dim light, they came to encircle her.

Jade eyes cold, she drew from her back her latest toy, and lit up the shock baton, holding it horizontal to her forearm.

“Well boys?” she taunted. “Afraid of one little girl? Or do you want to call for reinforcements first?”

With a cry the one with the large cleaver made a wild swing at her, but just like dancing she flowed to the floor under his feint and not towards the others. Her lightsaber lashed out and he barely stepped back before the tip cut across his leg.

Ignoring his screech of pain she came up to knock aside the scythe with her baton, and jumped back from the downward strike of the war club; the ground shattered beneath the blow thanks to some sort of concussion technology.

The one with the cleaver hung back now, his mobility hindered, while the other two came at her from both sides.

Spinning around, she adjusted her shock baton so it stabbed right at the one with the war club, who raised the long hilt to block it. In a shock of electricity and its own concussive force, he went flying back.

Adjusting her stance and lowering her core, she came about to make a series of cuts at the man with the scythe, probing with the tip of her lightsaber while he was on the defensive. “You all seem to have poor footwork,” she chided, riling him up more. “You must be too used to slaughtering the defenceless.”

“You know nothing of the way of Ren!” he spat back at her. “We consume all!”

Closing in, she locked her shock baton against his weapon, and with a twist of her wrist tapped her lightsaber against his left elbow.

With a scream he stumbled back, arm gone limp.

A warning in the Force, and she called upon it to block the unseen Force push by the one with the cleaver.

There was no denying these people would be a threat for most people in the galaxy. Besides tricks like this, they moved faster and stronger than they should.

However, as fresh of one as she was, Mara Jade was a Jedi Knight, and as recent as it was, her true potential was now open to her to use.

Reaching for the energy all around them, instead of pressing back, she redirected his attack around herself.

And smoothly swung her lightsaber behind her to burn through the throat of the maimed man with the scythe.

There was no sense of satisfaction from it. Just the cold certainty it needed to be done for the sake of everyone these people would prey upon, to stop Starkiller Base, and to get to Luke to help him.

“Ma’am!” came Threepio’s voice suddenly from the comm. “Are you off the planet yet!? They’re almost in position!”

“Tell Chewbacca to do it,” ordered Mara briskly. “We’ll handle things on our end.”

“Very well.”

They had even less time now.

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Starkiller Base

Command Center

“Sir.”

General Hux turned to the lieutenant who had approached him, and raised an eyebrow to indicate they could speak.

As much as the officer tried to hide it, his eyes shone with trepidation and respect. “We just got word from the scouts you sent to D’Qar. It is as you suspected: it’s been abandoned.”

Fists clenched behind his mask, Hux gave a dismissive nod and stopped to think, thankful that the earlier setbacks had prompted him to wonder about any further surprises. Now though he had to adapt to this act of cowardice. What opportunities were still to be had?

Obviously, as the Resistance had fled they had likely abandoned many priceless supplies of theirs while sending these snubfighters as a distraction. So denying them what remained would be useful.

However . . . blowing up an empty planet was wasteful. Certainly it would not send the proper message to the rest of the galaxy, and they did not have an alternative planet pre-selected.

Especially as he had designed it with the anticipation that they may wish to abort a shot, and could safely do so.

“Shut down the firing sequence,” he ordered. “The Resistance has already abandoned their base. Send word to Supreme Leader Snoke.” The man would not like it, but with only a minute left, there was little time.

Moreover, by doing so, the deactivated thermal oscillator would no longer prove to be a threat to them or the fuel cells beneath.

Not that he was concerned even now; after all, relying upon those cumbersome bombers had been a failed gambit, as they were still too high to be of any use. By the time the Resistance was in position, even if they did manage to blow it up, which they would not, the rest of the planet would be secure. Buying them only a meagre few days until Hux’s men finished repairs.

A week at most.

Meanwhile thousands of Stormtroopers would find the infiltrators, and their secrets and methods would be torn from their fragile minds, even as the last of the Resistance fleet crashed and burned from the sky.

Yes, thought Hux with a triumphant grin as he looked out the window, all will be as it should be.

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Fulminatrix

Orbit above Starkiller Base

“What’re they up to?” murmured Captain Canady.

“Sir?” asked his aide.

“Those bombers,” he gestured at the plot. “They aren’t on a proper course for bombing run.” At least not for that rather large building north of the main weapon, which is what they seemed to be aiming for.

“We can’t expect them to have proper discipline while under attack,” she offered, only for him to shake off such an idea.

It would hardly do to just assume their enemies were incompetent, especially after how well they had arranged this, and the sheer fact they were still alive against such odds.

Are they after a different target?

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Millennium Falcon

Starkiller Base

Peering intensely at the monitors before him, Chewbacca raised a hand in readiness, and then roared in confirmation.

“Now!” cried Threepio into the comm unit. “Do it now!”

“You heard them!” said Commander Dameron. “Remember to hold off on arming them.”

“This is Crimson Leader, confirmed.”

“Cobalt Lead, beginning bombing sequence!”

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Resistance Headquarters

D’Qar

“But the bomber’s will be too slow to get to the surface safely,” protested Commander Dameron.

“And the proton bombs’ll scatter if you drop them too high,” confirmed Luke. “That’s why the bombers back home tend to prefer using missiles. Except if we’re already planning to get the Millennium Falcon down to the planet, we might be able to make more use of her.”

Han lit up. “You want to use the atmospheric sensors! Track the gravity and winds to calculate how they’d scatter so you know where to drop ‘em.”

Chewbacca roared.

“Yeah, someone’ll have to stay behind to watch the ship, and sort through all the data.”

A huff, and the Wookie confirmed who it would be.

“That . . . could work,” nodded the commander, obviously in deep thought. The other senior officers were showing understanding now as well. “How far can your sensors reach?”

“Far enough,” said Han, waving off the objection. “And those things are magnetised, right? That,” he jerked a finger at the image of the thermal oscillator, “is a huge hunk of metal.”

All objections resolved, Commander Dameron gave a faint grin as it all came together. “All right. Let’s go.”

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Starkiller Base

On cue, both bomber squadrons opened their bay doors, and dropped their payloads.

Cobalt Lead went first, dropping down the bombs in a staggered wave, with each remaining member following in order, followed then by Crimson Squadron.

Even as a sense of triumph filled her, Paige Tico kept on firing with everything she had in her gunnery turret, knowing it was not over yet. All those bombs were still vulnerable.

“Cobalt and Crimson, pull up!” ordered Black Leader. “Red Three and Four, go with them. Everyone else escort those bombs down! Stay on the comms for arming them!”

“Copy that!”

The dark and terrifying edifice of the First Order’s base pulled away from her field of vision, while the X-wings flocked around their precious cargo, and she took aim at the suddenly desperate TIE’s.

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“Alright everyone, this is it!” cried out Poe as he spiraled around the cloud of falling proton bombs, belching fire.

BeeBee-Ate screeched a reminder to him they still had to pull out before the planet went up.

The TIE’s were firing for everything they were worth, blowing up dozens of bombs, but they were such small targets with so many remaining. Moreover, without being activated, they were only taking out the individual bombs instead of causing a chain reaction.

Now ignored, the unleashed X-wings tore into the TIE’s with a savagery, while First Order turrets below fired wildly, unable to get a proper lock.

Poe almost pitied the enemy pilots really, being expended like machines by their masters, not even allowed names. Suffering and dying while being told everything was worth it for a righteous cause, when in truth it was all hollow and empty on behalf of men like Kylo Ren.  Unable to break free of their indoctrination like Finn had.

Not that Poe would hesitate. He vaped four more in rapid succession and spun about for another run.

Something shot past, and three TIE’s went up in sequence, and with a roar the Millennium Falcon swooped in, turrets locked forwards as it took the First Order on the flank.

A Wookie war-cry echoed across the coms as Chewbacca joined the fight, resolved to see his part through to the end.

Doing a quick out the viewport at the distance to the surface, Poe roared into his comms, “Arm the bombs!”

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Command Center

Starkiller Base

Eyes wide in horror, General Hux followed the trail of laserfire down towards the thermal oscillator, and knew what had happened.

Instant mental calculations confirmed the weapon had not been properly shut down yet.

A series of infernos erupted over the structure, tearing at it with the wrath of Hosnia.

Then into it with more explosions arriving while the X-wings tore safely up to the skies above.

Without a word, he turned on his heels and walked out of the room. Once the door was closed, he ran for the turbolift.

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The entire planet shook.

Smoothly Luke readjusted his footing while Kylo Ren stumbled, his advance broken.

Shock and disbelief lit up his nephew’s face, before twisting into ever greater hatred.

Sirens erupted even louder now, with cries from the First Order members still fighting around them.

Debris fell from the ceiling as the ground trembled beneath them again.

Mara’s voice cut through it all, as she called out, “You do know Snoke’s going to hold you responsible for this, right?”

Behind Luke, one of the Knights of Ren roared in rage only for it to be cut off in a scream, with the sense of his passing.

Looking over his uncle’s shoulder, Kylo jerked his chin. “She has potential for the Dark Side.”

“You have no idea how wrong you are,” said Luke calmly, filled with an unbreakable confidence in Mara. In the trials she had already overcome, and the knowledge of how unlike him she had never Fallen.

“I wonder how long it’ll be before you come to fear her too. To try and kill her as she sleeps.” Eyes narrowed with insight. “She’s your lover, isn’t she? That’d make it easier.”

“Never.”

Giving a snort of amusement and a knowing smirk, Kylo said, “So self-righteous. Denying and lying to yourself. It all ends here.” He cocked his head. “Tell me about the girl.”

An icy chill went down Luke’s spin. “Who?”

“Your other apprentice. The younger one. She . . . she has real potential.”

“You won’t touch her,” vowed Luke.

“Be careful, Master, attachment leads to the Dark Side.”

The floor tilted once more, and a large chunk of the ceiling broke free, crushing a TIE beneath it.

“This is unfortunate,” acknowledged Kylo as if discussing the weather, “but Supreme Leader Snoke will understand. Especially when I bring him your head, and prove my worth.”

Slowly he raised a hand and pointed it at Luke, gathering together the full might of his hatred. Concentrating it to his fingers.

Released.

Beyond any storm in the galaxy Kylo Ren unleashed streams of lightning which tore apart the ground before him and reached hungrily for the lone Jedi Master before him.

Calm and serene, Luke raised his palm.

The Force was energy, and this was just another form of it. Even if this was more of Corran’s trick than his, between the Force and his nephew’s compulsion to drag it out, he had more than enough warning.

Actually, nobody had ever really given him this much opportunity before.

The power of the Dark Side blazed into his hand without leaving a mark, flowing into him and cleansed into the Light.

In this though he had the full measure of his nephew as unseen he struggled to contain the power he had absorbed, and was unable to deny the truth:

Kylo Ren was stronger in the Force than him.

A raw potential still untapped.

Expression calm, he regarded the horrified young man as he witnessed the impossible, and simply said, “The Dark Side isn’t as strong as you’ve been told.”

In the end, all it could do was destroy, while blinding you to everything else the universe had to offer. 

It was the duty of the Jedi to oppose this, doing whatever they could to stop it. Sometimes this involved offering the hand of forgiveness to even those who had committed atrocities. 

Other times . . . it necessitated meeting violence with violence. 

He felt it as the Force wept at the impending death of another world, even one as violated as this one. As well as the understanding that there was no other way. 

Jedi Master Luke Skywalker released his confusion, fear, and yes, anger, and found peace as the Force flowed through him, and knew it was time to end this as he moved forward under its guidance.

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Secure Conference Chamber

“Supreme Leader,” reported a pale General Hux, trying to keep his feet while the ground beneath him shook, and parts of the walls broke away around him. “The fuel cells have ruptured. The collapse of the planet has begun.”

Despite what this meant, the towering hologram of Snoke remained collected before him. “Leave the base at once and come to me with Kylo Ren," he instructed. He took several deep breaths to maintain himself while staring off to something only he could see. “It is time . . . to complete his training.”

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The Force was Luke’s ally, forewarning him of every shit of the ground, sidestepping away from each and every piece of falling debris.

Against this Kylo Ren hurled his relentless hatred in his swings of his lightsaber and thrusting with the Dark Side of the Force itself.

Each and every time Luke batted it aside even as he pressed his nephew back further and further.

In growing desperation Kylo tried to be on the offensive even as he gave way, and his fear from realising this truth made him grasp deeper into the Dark Side, adding to his strength and power in a feedback loop which threatened to consume him.

Through his connection to Mara, Luke saw her duck and weave around the increasingly frantic swings of the war club. Her shock baton was used for feints while her lightsaber came in from all angles, boxing him in even as they stumbled. Spinning she came about for a full-powered swing, and severed right through the shaft.

Be ready, she sent.

Perfectly poised, she thrust and stabbed the tip of her blade through the last Knight of Ren’s heart.

That knowledge echoed through the Force, and it was all Luke needed to distract Kylo as he realised he was all alone. Extending himself, his lightsaber came down like lightning not towards the heavy upper guard, but to cleave through Kylo’s right leg.

Screaming, Kylo Ren dropped.

“It’s over,” said Luke, holding up a hand to call to it a blaster from one of the stormtroopers Finn had shot. Presumably they would have a stun setting.

Mustering through the pain, Kylo desperately shoved with the Force at Luke, who took it head-on unruffled. Even unfocused it was powerful, yet less than before.

Only his nephew was as wily as his parents.

Teeth clenched against the pain of his cauterised limb, the smell of his own flesh making him want to gag, Kylo wrapped the Force around himself to throw him towards the remaining stormtroopers being pinned down by the deserter and Han Solo.

Most of the remainder had fled by now, with debris killing even more.

“Kill him!” he shrieked, and obedience held true as the stormtroopers turned their attention upon the Jedi Master who had crippled him.

Carelessly their blaster bolts were battered aside, but two of the troopers grabbed Kylo and rushed him out, leaving the others to die.

“Don’t worry, sir, we’ve got you!” assured one of them.

“Where do we take you?” asked the other.

Through sheer will and the Supreme Leader’s training he mastered the pain, pushing aside the grip of shock, and grasped his hatred and humiliation to reinforce himself. Hallways passed in a blur, and then he sensed a familiar mind.

“Wait,” he told the stormtroopers.

“Sir?”

In an explosion of power he snapped their necks. As they deserved for their failures in the hanger. For seeing him weak.

Panting, he planted one palm against a wall, and hopped forward, not wanting to be seen with their corpses. He rounded the corner, and met with the pale face of Hux. Refusing to lose faith, he managed a few more jumps before the general rushed out, “The Supreme Leader sent me to collect you.”

 Right, the tracker on Kylo’s belt.

This man the Supreme Leader would not want him to kill, so he let himself be picked up by two more stormtroopers and be carried away from the site of his shame.

Off-planet.

To the Supremacy.

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Hanger Bay

“Time to fly,” said Mara, leaping atop a TIE to peer within. “They’re all two-seaters.”

“I need to go with Han,” said Luke, carrying the man in his arms. The ornery smuggler had collapsed the moment the fighting was done. “I can put him into a healing trance while we’re in flight. That should keep him from dying of shock until we get him to a proper medical bay.”

With a squeal, Artoo rocketed into the room, swerving around debris and cracks in the ground.

“What about Kylo Ren!?” demanded Finn.

“No time,” said Luke briskly. “How’re we going to fly out is what we’ve got to worry about now.”

“We can’t put three to a ‘fighter, and they don’t look compatible to his style of astromech,” grimaced Mara. “Someone will have to fly out with Artoo in the back seat.” Once, in what seemed a lifetime ago, she would have advocated abandoning the Droid without hesitation. Now she refused to even consider doing so.

Looking around wildly, Finn tried to think of something. Some instinct, some sound he had caught, made him break into a run towards all the supplies and consoles that had been to the side where people from the First Order had been taking cover. Sure enough, there was one pilot still there, foot trapped under a piece of ceiling.

“You’re flying me outta here,” he said, hefting his blaster at her.

“Yes,” she gasped out, hands raised as best she could from her position.

It was the work of a moment to get her free, and race back with her in the lead. Mara helped heave the pilot in, with Finn going after her. “Anything funny happens, and they’ll be right behind us to blast you,” he said as aggressively as he could.

“. . . yes, sir,” she managed.

With a jolt, they took flight, magma erupting out across the landscape as the triumph of the First Order died.

“. . . Hey,” said Finn, feeling like it was an echo of a few days ago, “what’s your name.”

“TN-3465,” she promptly rattled off.

“I’m not calling you that.” He paused. “I’ll ask Poe to help with a name.”

“Resistance ‘fighters,” said Mara over the comm, using what was presumably an open channel. “Infiltration team here in three captured TIE’s. Mark us as friendlies, and let’s get out of here.”

“Roger that,” and . . . not-TN-3465 flinched as an X-wing pulled up alongside them.

“Poe!” laughed Finn with a touch of hysterics.

“Finn, good to hear you man!”

“Give us hyperspace coordinates someplace safe, and then afterwards give us the ones to the rendezvous,” directed Mara. “Keep an eye on Finn’s TIE, he’s using a captured First Order pilot.”

“The weapons are off, right?” he checked.

“Yes, sir.”

“Good.”

“Incoming TIE’s,” broke in Luke over what was presumably an open channel.

“Don’t worry, we and the Wookie’ve got them.”

“Chewie, Han needs medical attention,” reported Luke, leading to a roar upon the comms which made Finn very glad not to be one of the First Order.

But we all made it out, he thought with relief.

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Fulminatrix

“Get us to hyperspace!” roared Captain Canady as the power of a sun prepared to finish breaking free of a fragile, planetary shell.

“It’s not—!”

The wave of fire overtook them before they could escape, destroying the fleet.

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First Order shuttle

Stone-faced, Hux looked out the viewport as he schemed how they would retaliate.

Behind him, Kylo Ren was sedated into a medical coma.

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As the Resistance flew away, Poe broadcasted, “Our job’s done here. Let’s go home.”

Home, thought Finn. Wonder what that’s like?

Is this what it feels like?

He was still unsure if he wanted to remain with the Resistance, but one thing was for sure: this feeling was nice.

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Exegol

With considerable effort, Sidious resisted the urge to vent his wrath lest he destroy everything around himself, including his own medical apparatuses. 

Once more Skywalker had caused him a setback, and without Starkiller as a threat, and the Xyston-class Destroyers unfinished, he was denied the crippling blow which was his due. That along with some disturbing intelligence reports filtering in, it appeared the corpse of the Republic was still twitching and providing false hope to the mindless rabble.

No matter. 

No matter.

The Dark Side would be triumphant.

He, Darth Sidious, would be triumphant! 

Even if he had to have the First Order destroy itself in burning down the Republic, while the Final Order swept in to rule over the ashes! 

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—HEIR TO THE EMPIRE—

The FIRST ORDER reigns.

Despite the loss of Starkiller Base,

the peaceful Republic has been

decapitated. Supreme Leader Snoke

now deploys his merciless legions

to seize military control of the

galaxy.

.

Opposing him though are Luke

Skywalker, Mara Jade, R2-D2,

heroes from another universe.

Along with General Leia Organa’s

band of RESISTANCE fighters,

they stand against the rising

tyranny, struggling to rally the

remnants of the Republic.

.

Meanwhile, Luke also trains

his newest student, the young

woman Rey to be a Jedi.

Unaware of the truth of their

origins, the evil Kylo Ren is

obsessed with vengeance

against his ‘uncle,’ seeking to

extinguish the spark of hope

he represents once and for

all . . . .

Chapter Text

Seething, Supreme Leader Snoke stared down at the world before him, the drapes of his throne room aboard the Supremacy drawn away. The fact that he was too furious to enjoy what was about to happen only stoked the black rage in his heart.

Yavin IV.

Where it had all turned against the Empire, and now hosting a growing, thriving city, populated by many former terrorists of the so-called ‘Rebel Alliance.’

Other worlds had been secured by his fleets, prioritising any troublesome Core Worlds and key industrial worlds loyal to the New Republic, and any troublesome Core Worlds. Many of those worlds discoveringwhom had their defences sabotaged by his agents. Yavin IV, boasting only a pitiful ‘defence force,’ had always been intended as a symbolic victory, and to prevent a resurgence of the dead Resistance.

Only Kylo Ren and Hux’s unmitigated failure had undermined all that!

Snoke was to triumphantly emerge from the shadows as the Supreme Leader of both the First Order and the galaxy as a whole after a string of implacable and unstoppable victories. Instead, he had suffered the loss of Starkiller Base, while Organa made herself hoarse, whipping up the mob and her collaborators. Skywalker lived, fat upon his triumphs, and with the seeds of a new Jedi Order.

Hope still lived in the galaxy!

Consequently, rather than his glorious reveal, he was now revealed as part of a demonstration of the First Order’s continued might. How losing a single battle had not cost them the war by any measure.

Compelling Snoke to stoop to conquest himself to snuff it all out.

What was supposed to be an act of pleasure, correcting an old mistake, was not supposed to be a job!

Clearly he had been far too lenient with both of them. He had given them everything: purpose, glory, power, worth, and how had they repaid him!?

It was only Hux’s continued potential scientific value which spared his life, and from now on he would be treated like any other officer. His next failure would be his last, and someone more worthy would replace him.

. . . No. Too hasty. That was Snoke’s anger ruling him.

There was indeed a sharp mind there, and for all that he could be a rabid cur, pitting him against his rival had always brought out the best in both of them.

Or at least it had until now.

After his next mistake, the boy would have a single chance to explain himself, or how he would very promptly rectify the situation. However briefly.

As for Kylo Ren.

Kylo.

Kylo.

Kylo!

Such promise. Such power, with his full potential remaining untapped. Snoke had always felt more than just the boy’s teacher, and more like a father to him, more than Solo or even Skywalker had ever managed.

Now though it was time for him to learn there were consequences for his actions. That playing around, and letting his own ego blind him to his responsibilities was inexcusable! Taking rogue action!

Failing to kill Skywalker in a duel was . . . unfortunate, if understandable. Even if one overlooked the amount of time and effort Snoke had poured into Kylo’s training. That he had chosen to confront his uncle on his own without telling anyone was another thing. Not even the vaunted Jedi would have survived being swarmed over by legions of stormtroopers!

Moreover, however much he knew the young fool denied it, the decision to cut down Solo had unbalanced his soul in a way that not even his hatred of Skywalker could fully overcome.

Doubtless he would try and shift blame upon his teacher for it, that Snoke had not taught him enough of the Dark Side.

Disdain curdled within Snoke. As if he were ready for it.

No. Clearly Snoke would have to tear Kylo down to expose more of that raw potential first.

Encouraging his connection to Vader had become a crutch. Driving him to throw away that ridiculous mask would be for starters.

Finding him a deserving target to vent his hatred, letting it simmer and grow and boil over as he rejoiced in it would be the next step. Preferably the Resistance if they could be found.

And also . . .

Snoke could sense Kylo Ren’s continued obsession about that girl.

Yes . . . That’ll be the angle I’ll use.

I’ll bring them closer together, let them form an attachment to one another, and then he will kill her.

Mercilessly. Ruthlessly. Cementing within his mind who and what he truly is. How the only one who matters in his life is me. Leaving him all the more desperate for whatever scraps of affection I throw at him.

Hrmm, and maybe afterwards I’ll find him some other girls for him to enjoy. Get those hormones out of him as he enjoys the pleasure of the flesh or whatever between whatever campaigns his duty sends him to. He’ll have to kill them too of course after he has had his fun. Can’t have him expecting anyone there to be anyone else in his life aside from myself or hated rivals.

Still, getting ahead of myself there, as there’s also some family of his to prune.

Well, them or the girl, whoever is available first.  

On his screen he could see snubfighters rising from the surface of Yavin IV. Their defiance was insulting, and a symptom of the destruction of Starkiller, making this all the more necessary.

A flicker of his power, and a com channel was open to the bridge. “Execute,” he ordered.

“As you command, Supreme Leader.”

The mobile capital of the First Order fired literally thousands of turbolasers at the surface, while its escort fleet of thirty Resurgent-class Star Destroyers did the same.

Only not at the attacking fighters.

Oh no.

A cage of green death circled them and the city . . . and slowly constricted.

To keep anyone from fleeing and surviving . . . and to prolong the inevitable.

Grasping reality at last, the terrorists started trying to fly through minute gaps in the turbolasers, only to burn.

A few still had the gall to try to fly up to attack the Supremacy, hoping for some symbolic victory maybe. Or more likely, just fear reducing them to nothing more than beasts lashing out against the inevitable.

“Have this broadcasted as an example,” Snoke ordered. “With a warning that this and worse will happen to whatever world offers sanctuary to the terrorist organisation known as the Resistance.”

“As you command, Supreme Leader.”

He turned it off without acknowledging them, and turned back to his throne. There were more status and intelligence reports to sift through.

Yes, exactly as I command. And soon I shall have it all.

/ * * \

* * * Legends Never Die * * *

\ * * /

Raddus

 “Master Skywalker!”

“Good day Master Skywalker!”

“Jedi Jade, how are you?”

“How are your accommodations?”

“We’re so blessed to have you!”

“I just wanted to thank you for saving us!”

A few days had passed since the fall of Starkiller Base, and already Luke was remembering why he liked to disappear to an abandoned former Sith Temple in the middle of a forest filled with vicious wildlife.

“Everything alright?”

“The First Order doesn’t stand a chance!”

“Thanks again!”

The naked adoration from everyone in the Resistance, the expectation that he would find a way to save them all, was definitely starting to wear him down. If anything, the belief that he would step up to save them all while waving his lightsaber was worse than back home.

At least he had Mara with him. 

Especially as her mood —and his, truth be told— had seen a marked improvement by finally having a proper sonic shower.

When they were not being ‘badgered’ as she put it.

A sharp scowl from Mara drove back the surprised crowd for a moment, and he swiftly said, “Mara’s not used to crowds.”

“Cram it, Farmboy,” she grouched. “We’re at war, and they’ve got better things to do.”

Taking a chance, he poked her in the ribs. The casual familiarity, and that she did not retaliate, a pleasant surprise for him. “Not everyone’s as disciplined as you,” he chided.

She huffed at him, while saying nothing more to the befuddled crew.

“We do have a meeting to get to,” he improvised on the spot, and he felt Mara’s amusement as she immediately figured out he meant between each other. Especially since aboard this ship there was no real privacy as they had more personnel than private quarters, with all the bedding in use. It was either share a room with two officers, or sleep on the floor of an office on thin blankets; and after days of sleeping in a cave on Nirauan, regardless of their respective training and experience with uncomfortable sleeping conditions, neither of them was in the mood of passing up on a civilised night’s sleep. Especially as they had been moving non-stop since crash landing onto Jakku.

“Master Skywalker.” The different tone there, the inherent sense of command which came from years of leadership, made him pause and turn around.

“Vice Admiral Holdo,” he said politely, recognising her from the earlier meeting on D’Qar. He was also curious about a friend of Leia’s who to his knowledge did not exist back home.

“Please, call me Amilyn,” she said with a small smile, none of the resentment he had felt before. In her arms was a rather large package. “I was hoping to have a private word with you? Unless you’re going to be late for that meeting?”

That little tilt of her eyebrow was probably her way of subtly saying she knew full well he was using a half-truth there. Thankfully she seemed willing to play along.

“Unfortunately yes,” he said, hoping he properly conveyed his gratitude.

“Well then, before you go, I had this made up for you.”

Curious, he accepted the gift she offered. Mara stalked up beside him, and after throwing a quickly assessing look at Amilyn, helped him unwrap it.

Jedi robes.

Two sets of the classic design so synonymous with the Jedi Order of old. Even the material was appropriately rough so as to be an ongoing test in mental discipline against the discomfort of it all. Darker than his preference, yet something he could see many lifeforms imagining him wearing.

Or his counterpart actually wore it.

“Thank you,” said Luke, projecting his sincere gratitude, even as he knew he had to take control of this situation. “These will be perfect if we have a chance for any formal occasions in the future.”

Surprise flashed over the purple-haired woman’s face, and she visibly glanced down at the plain jumpsuit he was still wearing.

“Much appreciated,” said Mara sweetly, with a perfect curtsey as befitting the Imperial Court. She hooked her arm around Luke’s, and led him away.

Amilyn Holdo gave them a politician’s smile and an Alderaanian bow in return, as befitting a friend of Leia’s. Within the Force however, he could sense the storm of conflicting emotions moving like a whirlwind through a mind he could tell was sharp, innovative, and very dangerous.

I wonder what that was about, he projected to Mara. In response, she sent back her humour and a sense of a mental snigger, which made him put it together and feel the urge to facepalm. Oh. She figured out we’re a couple.

Yep, she said, falling back into her familiar teasing of him. And from what I’ve overheard, various men and ladies aboard are lamenting you’re a celibate monk.

That . . . annoyed Luke more than he expected. Without faltering in his pace, he assessed those emotions, and realised it stemmed from his frustration at beings making presumptions upon his private life. Followed by his own assumptions they would react poorly to learning he was with Mara. Curious. He had never felt that way when with Callista or his other previous lovers. Although, they had never been public about it either.

It was irrationality built upon his pre-existing frustration with everything, no, most things, in this universe. Starting with his counterpart’s absence, and all through the seemingly casual collapse of the New Republic.

Aware now of those feelings, he released them into the Force.

It was not a proper solution, yet would suffice as a short-term one so he could properly focus on solving the causes of those emotions.

I’m sure they’re thinking the same of you, he cheekily retorted, and basked in her indignation and hint of humour at the reminder. Adjusting to that status change was still too new for her.

What mattered overall though, was that it was Luke’s life to choose and act as he saw fit. And that included sharing it with Mara.

Through whatever they may face together.

/ * * \

* * * Legends Never Die * * *

\ * * /

Exegol

The Dark Side screamed and roiled in tune to Sidious’ own black hatred at the defeat dealt to him. Right upon the cusp of his ultimate victory!

Feeling it swell within him, hungering for a target, even as he knew he had to keep it carefully leashed let it overwhelm him.

Still, he could afford to let it vent out of him a little at the sheer magnitude of this setback.

None of the multitude of futures he had witnessed had shown such an outcome.

None!

His latest visions still showed paths to victory for the First Order, and yet in many of them the Resistance survived long enough that unveiling his trump cards became necessary. Which was unfortunate, as while destroying more worlds would be euphoric once more, it would be better if the galaxy accepted the rule of the Sith willingly, as opposed to solely fear.

There would of course be fear regardless; it was merely that a successful governance would be simplified if the rabble embraced it as their salvation.

Thankfully, progress was being made in that direction already, as many systems had instantly capitulated in exchange for the security the First Order promised. Conquests of strategic worlds had gone largely unhindered. Sidious had not even needed to take possession of Snoke to initiate that.

No, it was Skywalker and his new nascent, latest Jedi Order which was the true threat. Despite everything, Sidious’ plans continued to be unravelled by the naïve fool!

Why, they still had no idea how he had even managed to bypass all of Starkiller Base’s defences to lower the shields! Some new trick of the Force? Similar to his newfound youth?

Skywalker’s apparent ignorance of his crimes against his nephew were also puzzling. As much as Sidious wanted to assume the sanctimonious Jedi had purged his memories of any flaw in himself, he could sense there was more to it than that. Especially with the fact he still had no explanation for the atypical behaviour at Takodana.

No. He was flailing at shadows, and now it was time for that to stop.

Skywalker would die, and in the same strike any hope remaining in the Resistance would perish with him.

And Sidious knew just how he would do it.

For starters, the Line of Bane’s corruption of the Force still held upon the galaxy. It would keep Sidious hidden from Skywalker’s vision, and limit any guidance the Jedi could receive.

For going onto the offensive, Snoke and Kylo Ren would lead a multi-pronged assault against Skywalker. In practice it would be a modified, and unfortunately reduced, version of what they had originally intended before Starkiller was lost. Instead of destroying planets Skywalker was sighted upon, it would have been fleets of the First Order razing them. With the worthless Knights of Ren dead, Kylo Ren would have to be supported by members of Snoke’s Praetorian Guard, which would be simple enough to have his puppet command.

Hmm, and maybe with some improvements. There’s beskar left over to outfit them with. As well as some squads of my Sith Troopers for covering fire, and to overwhelm Skywalker’s new students. Of course they’ll all need an appropriate cover so he doesn’t pry into their minds. None of which is an issue.

Meanwhile the full might of the First Order will endlessly hound him.

At the same time I’ll turn the underground against him, depriving him of his little friends there. A massive bounty none of the cartels or syndicates will be able to pass up on, to say nothing of the independent hunters. A price not only on his head, but for anyone remotely associated with him. No stipulation for conclusive proof they’re actually connected to him is necessary, as it’ll further scare the mob away to isolate him further.

Realistically, they would not amount to much, and likely amount to a large waste of credits from false claims, yet the point was to wear Skywalker down and leave him vulnerable. Moreover, Sidious could not discount the possibility of someone’s gutter tactics pulling it off.

He also had the schematics for various assassin droid designs, and would have the First Order manufacture them in large numbers for a similar purpose.

Yes, Skywalker would be facing overwhelming numbers from all sides . . . all the while blind to the real threat of the Sith.

For at the same time, while the Jedi and Resistance were all distracted by the threat of the First Order, they would be blind to agents of the Final Order infiltrating them. Circling them for weaknesses.

His multitude of loyal Sith Eternal agents and assassins would be unleashed for this task, all of whom would kill themselves before capture, and all blame would rest upon Snoke. They would gather for their true master the necessary information for him to deduce how to best eliminate their prey. A vulnerability left unchecked.

All the while Sidious peered into the myriad of new futures to uncover the opportunities necessary to achieve total victory. At the same time, he would uncover how Skywalker had rid himself of those vulnerabilities inflicted upon him years ago, and reapply them—albeit by ensuring Snoke appeared the culprit.

It was a . . . satisfactory plan, if lacking the panache of his greater schemes. Such as being the Chancellor sitting right before the fools of the Jedi, luring in the Rebel Alliance to the Second Death Star, goading Windu into pushing Anakin Skywalker into taking the final step of becoming Darth Vader, and other fond memories.

Still, best not to start with something simple and practical, and in the meantime he would uncover far greater opportunities.

 Confined within his Ommin harness, Sidious directed it to take him to his medical facility. He would receive treatment earlier than scheduled, and one tailored to allow him to work for an extended period to maximise results. The familiar burn of this humiliation strengthened his resolve.

 Perhaps the sole silver-lining in these unforeseen challenges was how they, and Sidious’ solutions, would affect Kylo Ren’s development.

Hah! The Dark Lord did not even have to check upon his little puppet to know how he would react to this. To say nothing of how it would burn all the worse once Sidious had ‘Snoke’ plying Kylo with his inferiors to hunt down the man he feared most of all.

The boy had been lured in by the childish promise of a warm, replacement father figure, and strung along by mysterious hints of power. With this failure however, Snoke would revert to being cold and cruel in his disappointment, making Kylo grovel for that familiar affection once more.

Only it would not take much for that love to turn to hatred, ending in Kylo cutting down Snoke like a true Sith. In doing so he would prove he had the wits and resolve to master his destiny, opening the way for him to become what Vader was always meant to be.

Not the weak shadow dangled before the foolish boy to lure him around with promises of a sense of purpose, a false ideal to live up to. But the titan of strength and ruthlessness for whom there were no limits to what he would do to accomplish his mission, no measure of violence beneath him. Infinitely relentless and resourceful as he crushed all before him beneath an unquestioning fist.

With that singular act, Kylo Ren would wield the power and conviction necessary to end the Jedi once and for all, relishing in casting aside the last of his chains as he indulged within every passion he so desired upon his lessers, leading him to the highest pinnacle of the Dark Side imaginable.

For a time.

Sidious still needed that healthy young body, but only once its current host had properly saturated it in the Dark Side. In the meantime he could keep the boy busy pruning away the Sith Eternal’s enemies.

Yeeeeesssss.

Soon though, very soon, he would lure Vader’s grandchild here to meet his destiny.

A destiny where Darth Sidious ruled over the galaxy forever as the one true Sith Lord.

As it should be.

/ * * \

* * * Legends Never Die * * *

\ * * /

Raddus

As soon as the door closed behind them for the private office Mara had reserved for them, they turned to one another to exchange a long kiss.

At last.

Cautious, probing, learning to know one another, and growing in passion.

Breaking apart for breathe, he enjoyed the sight of the warmth which covered every part of her face. Something he knew was reserved only for him.

 “Hey,” he managed, mentally kicking himself for failing to think of anything else. He had not been this bad before! What sort of stuff had he said to Callista?

. . . Actually, maybe best not go there.

Picking up his embarrassment, she snickered at him. “Hey,” she repeated teasingly.

The door chime sounded.

Expressions falling, they turned to it.

“We can just ignore it,” she said icily.

Stating the obvious, he said, “It’s Leia.”

“We haven’t had a moment in private since killing a doomsday weapon. We deserve some time alone.”

Except even without the Force he could tell her heart was not into it. For them, duty was not something they could lightly set aside. Especially when the Resistance, and the Republic as a whole, were in such a vulnerable state.  

Releasing a sigh, Luke stepped back and she let him go. A few weeks ago he might have just used the Force to open the door, only now he went over to do it himself. Plus it gave him some childish satisfaction to stall a little.

Seeing the unamused eyebrow already raised, he said, “Leia.”

 “Luke. Jedi Mara.”

“Do please come in,” said Mara with sparkling eyes, and cheer which went only skin-deep, and she had no hesitation in projecting as such through the Force.

“We’ve a lot to talk about,” said Leia, closing the door, and moving to take a seat. Watching her move, Luke could appreciate the gravitas she maintained even at her age. However he also worried how much of her slow, steady movements were by choice, and how much the restrictions of age.

My sister will hate it if I come back checking how much she’s exercising to keep fit.

I’ll get Han to do it.

“We’ve talked about stuff already,” pointed out Luke. They had had several conversations over the last few days since Starkiller Base was destroyed after all. Albeit rushed and hectic ones. Abandoning a base on the fly, handling the aftermath of a pitched battle to destroy a superweapon, and all the other thousands of little minutia unavoidable in running an insurgency, were inevitably distracting. “Is this about Rey’s training?”

“No, we can visit that later. There’s a few more pressing matters to attend to. Particularly in regards to some differences between our two universes.”

 “Well, I guess we should start with the bantha in the room,” said Mara, with calculated airiness, her expression becoming more genuine in its shrewdness, jade eyes cooling. “My status as the Emperor’s Hand.”

“Well yes,” said Leia with her trademark dryness. “However, first I wanted to ask about your comment about Palpatine, or someone claiming to be him, returning.”

“Oh, Force willing, you should be fine,” reassured Luke. “He only waited six years last time, and I doubt he’d manage this long. Just in case though, we’ll give you the coordinates to the world he holed up in in our universe.” He was . . . intimately familiar with Byss’ coordinates, and Mara gave him a cutting, jade look at his hesitation. “Uhm, yeah. It should be easy to confirm that way.”

“Alright,” accepted Leia. “And yes, I doubt he’d be that patient.”

Deciding to be heard, Luke added, “As Mara said before, she killed no Jedi. Her actions have been instrumental in saving my life, my families’ lives, and the Republic, time and again.”

“It’s just surprising that one so close to such evil was not corrupted in turn. Or managed to serve the Empire without committing evil themselves,” said Leia archly.

“Oh, I did commit evil.”

“Mara!”

“Farmboy. Luke. We’re not repeating that conversation again.”

During this exchange, nothing escaped Leia’s politely curious expression, and implacable self-control.

“As best as we can figure, because my reasons were selfless, I wasn’t corrupted by the Dark Side. Why he didn’t want me using the Dark Side we can only speculate. At best, Palpatine didn’t want to risk the competition, nor having an agent suffering the mental effects of the Dark Side.” Something flickered in Leia’s eyes at that. “Especially when he had plenty of others to fill that role.” Now Mara grimaced, “Especially as they wouldn’t have embraced as fully the illusion that the Empire was about order and justice. So long as I believed it like a fanatic, then when I went around carrying out his orders, others would be more likely to believe they existed in turn.”

“And I’m pretty sure the Emperor found it hilarious to have his followers believing in virtues like that, while really they were adding to the corruption and evil, miring themselves ever deeper in it,” contributed Luke.

“Yes, Corran passed that one on.” 

“Did you like it?”

“I can see why you like it.”

“Oh dear,” said Leia with her lips twitching into a smile. “You’re bantering.”

Sensing a trap, Mara deflected. “Until recently, I’ve also been working as a Master Trader. Official recognition as a Jedi’s pretty new really.”

Cocking her head in curiosity, Leia said, “A trader?”

“It started out as a way to survive and lay low, only to grow on me. Let’s me travel, see the galaxy, solve some interesting challenges, and have a sense of independence, while still having a good boss.”

Unfortunately, Leia was not one to be distracted for long. “So the two of you are a couple,” she said.

“It’s something we’re still figuring out,” offered Luke, hinting he wanted to leave the matter alone. Or even that she would leave them alone altogether.

Like sisters throughout history however, she ignored the suggestion.

“My Luke was celibate, like the original Jedi Order,” said Leia with careful nonjudgement.

He refused to fall into that multi-headed trap there though. His utter refusal to set aside all his attachments aside, he had spent literal years debating the matter with lifeforms even before he had first met Jem Ysanna. The importance was understanding the potential dangers in them, and recognised when it had become tainted with obsession.

To say nothing of how if he and Mara had still not figured out exactly what their relationship was, and how they were going to work, there was no way they were going to discuss it with someone else. Especially someone who might look like his sister, and be very, very similar to her, but not actually the woman who was the other half of himself, and also very familiar with Mara on top of that.

Moreover, this Leia here likely already knew all that, and just wanted to see what his reaction would be.

“Indeed,” he said neutrally.

Hanging unspoken between them was the matter of Ben Solo or Kylo Ren, and how Luke’s counterpart had apparently failed horribly in training him as a Jedi. It had been Chewbacca who had informed Leia what had happened on Starkiller Base, and they were all procrastinating on the subject.

For better or worse, they had more immediate concerns than someone who would still be in a bacta tank right now.

. . . Unless radical medical improvements were something else the future had here. 

Thankfully there was a safe and relevant topic to change to. “How many other Jedi were there? Adults, not students.” He cut himself off from saying anything more lest he accidentally refer to her son.

There was the briefest moment of hesitation from Leia before she decided to accept the change. “Only my brother. He trained me, but I stopped before finishing my training.” Something else Luke was not touching right now, especially given how it would compare to his sister. “Although there were several sources of information available to him. Why?”

“Just a guess. From how the sentients out there focused more on me as their saviour, and the only Jedi. I think . . . I think that’s one of the differences between me and him. Your brother. There were other Jedi available to help me figure things out, and give their own perspectives. Or in the case of beings like Mara, call me out when I start making mistakes.”

While her face never twitched, by the intensity of Leia’s eyes, Luke knew she was only dropping the topic temporarily. It might have seemed cruel to touch upon both her brother and son like that, yet he felt it was important to help highlight that he was a very different Jedi Master.

For better or worse.

“How is it going, rallying the New Republic?” Luke asked, as this was not turning out to be as safe a subject as he had hoped. Still important to ask about though.

She released a long breath. “Not as well as I like, but probably better than it could’ve been. Holonet access is still sporadic, but we’re getting word out more and more that Starkiller’s gone. It was a strong show that we’re not done yet. Several worlds are quietly sending us resources and ships on the down-low, or helping us steal them. The First Order’s pressing hard though.” For an instant she looked like she was going to say something else before turning to the viewport. Her face was impassive, yet he could see her throat tightening.

After about five seconds, she said with unnatural calmness, “We just got word of two more worlds conquered by the First Order. A grand show of terror to make them roll over and surrender. Made a big display of it, with their ships in the sky, and saboteurs taking down the planetary shields. Only Lorena was nowhere near the Core, and Gatalenta is famed for its tea, meditative retreats, and lengthy, erudite poetry. Nothing special about them. Except their senators were key members of the Populist movement, and good friends of mine. Both of whom were off-world when Hosnia Prime. . . was destroyed, and now publicly executed.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” said Luke softly, projecting his grief for her to feel.

“Thank you.” A beat, a deep inhale, and she was her old self again. She would grieve for those she loved later. “Also, those ships I mentioned are from system fleets. It doesn’t look like any of the Republic Defense Force survived the subsequent assaults after Hosnia Prime was destroyed. If any did, and we’re hoping they reappear in those friendly systems. I’ve got some beings on it.”

A sense of horror rushed over Luke at the concept that those worlds which had pledged their lives to the defence of the Republic would break with their oaths like that. As well as those populations failing to have learnt from the lessons of the past war, and the need to band together.

It had been called the Rebel Alliance for a reason!

Although there was a lot about this New Republic which left him with only more questions.

Truthfully, Luke was still pretty behind in playing catch-up. In good part because not only was there little time for research, there was so much he needed to learn about thirty years of galactic history, and it was easy to get sidetracked trying to wrangle out some details. Something which had been further complicated by the fact the holonet appeared widely unavailable here in the Outer Rim, meaning he had to resort to what materials were available aboard the ship.

For instance, he had started out trying to figure out how it was feasible for the Republic to have had the vast majority of its fleet stationed at Hosnian Prime before its destruction. He had been reading up on the emphasis for encouraging the development of planetary system militias and outright fleets—which, granted, was something they had back home, to the point there were conflicts sprouting out from those ships being used to terrorise their neighbours— when he had been distracted by the realisation of just how different the constitution was.

Now, Luke was no politician, and not afraid to admit it.

However, his sister unequivocally was. So guess who she had called up at all sorts of hours to discuss things with when they were first starting to draft their own? Especially when Han was unavailable? To say nothing of how several friends of his had also been directly involved in writing the Charter of the New Republic, or assorted politicians who had sidled up to their only Jedi to get his opinion, only to discover he had been practising the art of saying “no comment” while buried under Jedi proverbs. Ergo, he had absorbed quite a few bits about the hows and whys of what had gone into their constitution through osmosis if nothing else.

Moreover, he was the first freeborn Skywalker, so there was no way he was going to be uninformed about this shiny new government that he could actually vote in.

Therefore, yes, he had read the Charter of the New Republic. He made his students memorise parts that might particularly affect them, and you could bet at some point Rey would do the same, no matter how many hours it took. Servants of the Force or not, even if it required withholding lightsaber training classes, he would make sure everyone he taught knew their legal rights and responsibilities. Including all the reasoning behind his decision to keep the Jedi ultimately independent of the New Republic government, even back when it had been trusted figures like Leia or Mon running the show.

In contrast however, this version of the Charter of the New Republic was completely different from the one he knew, and frankly confounded him.

Going through it had taken exhausting hours, but what he had been left with made no sense to him. Not with the galactic history and society he was familiar with.

If Luke was interpreting it right —which was supported by points from some copies of speeches Leia had made against their constitution— the government had been left no real actual executive authority, nor did he see signs of a strong legislative or judicial branch. Including a lack of the detailed safeguards back home to help prevent single political parties from dominating the senate. Which was . . . an invitation for disaster. 

Multiple disasters even.

With all that on top of a massive demilitarisation and decentralisation of their armed forces, this led to his private conclusion that the New Republic was meant to be as opposite from the Empire as possible. To the point it stripped itself of any of the actual strengths of that (genocidal, enslaving, totalitarian, and fear mongering) system.

For all that the Provisional Council and later the Senate routinely bickered or outright fought one another, he had a strong feeling that one and all they would be appalled by this whole version of the constitution, before dismissing it entirely as too weak to survive.

As guilty as he felt about it, he had very mixed feelings hearing confirmation that this version of Mon Mothma had died on Hosnian Prime.

Not that he was going to outright ask this Leia about such a highly sensitive topic.

Or at least not until he had a lot more context and information. In fact, he had already put off too long assigning Artoo the task of sorting through the reams of data to make heads or tails of the recent galactic history, and make his own comparisons and conclusions. As well as condense it for later perusal when Luke found the time.

As this raced through his mind, the two ladies continued the conversation.

“So we’re just playing the waiting game for now?” Mara asked. “Getting a sense of what’s happening before we make our move? Finding a good base to lay low in?”

Certainly if they showed up at any inhabited world, the First Order would promptly show up in overwhelming strength. Especially since apparently hyperdrives in this universe or future were ludicrously faster than they were back home.

On the list of things Luke had to research, was how this impacted interstellar warfare. Because being able to move one’s ships and outright fleets around so quickly would have serious consequences.

Also copies of schematics to bring home with them.

Followed by very carefully sitting on them to figure out how they would be released and revolutionise galactic society.

“Yes. One with enough power to get a signal out to our allies in the Outer Rim. For now, things are being sporadic, passing messages from system to system. There’s some beings in particular we’re waiting to hear back from,” acknowledged Leia. “For instance, despite the time lag bouncing messages, Ackbar’s been in contact with his homeworld. However, I’m more interested in what you are planning to do.”

“Us?” blinked Luke.

“Good, you said ‘us’,” said Mara with a light elbow to his side. “And come on, Farmboy. There’s a band of Imperial warlords conquering their way across the galaxy. You’re going to do something once you’ve had the chance to properly regain your balance and have gotten a lay of the situation, and everyone knows it. The only question is how impulsive you will be about it.”

“Well, I—”

Leia’s com chimed a familiar, priority alert, and she pulled it out to answer on reflex.

“Yes?”

“General Solo,” said Admiral Ackbar. “You’re requested on the bridge as soon as possible.”

“On my way.”

She shot them a look, and Luke and Mara reluctantly nodded to say they were coming too.

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In short order they arrived upon the bridge, and Luke took a moment to enjoy the familiar design of a Mon Calamari ship.

“Admiral,” said Luke cheerily.

“Skywalker,” the Mon Calamari nodded happily. “Jedi Knight Jade.” Turning serious, he regarded Leia. “General, as you know, Commander Dameron took his squadron to escort a friendly fuel transport to us.”

The slight emphasis there was confusing for Luke. Obviously fuel was a serious concern, only it had never factored as high as others matters during his time with the Rebel Alliance. Of course, it could just be that a mistake was made, and some of it had been among the things accidentally forgotten back at their abandoned base. Still, something else he would have to follow up on.

Much higher hyperspace speeds in exchange for equally high fuel consumption would make sense.

“He signalled us that he had important news to deliver upon his return,” continued the admiral, “and requested your presence on the bridge when he came out of hyperspace. Which should be shortly.”

“Very well,” said Leia.

Taking it as a dismissal, the former military commander of the Rebel Alliance and the New Republic Navy turned his attention to a datapad a subordinate handed him. While they waited, the general led her Jedi guests to the viewscreen in a bubble of calm.

“Quite the flyboy to go request his highest superior officer show up like that,” murmured Mara.

“Hmm,” conceded Luke. That might, might, have flown during the earlier days of the Rebel Alliance, yet a lot of Leia’s officers were clearly former veterans of when the group had evolved into a more formal and disciplined military.

“Poe’s got a lot of potential,” said Leia softly back, a touch defensive.

And he’s the one you trusted to go get the map to my counterpart, thought Luke. An involuntary glance around the room confirmed how old most of her senior officers were. You’re mentoring him for higher rank, to be the next generation of leaders.

“Incoming jump,” someone reported.

Before them, a series of light and movement flickered before the star field, which Luke recognised as X-wings.

“Black Squadron all accounted for. Incoming message.”

A screen lit up to show a familiar, brightly grinning face. “Commander Dameron here with a little Lifeday present for you all!”

Behind him, a whole squadron of capital ships burst out of hyperspace.

Whirling around, Luke took in the holotable displaying the newest arrivals. None of them were ones he recognised, although the six frigates were of a similar design to the Nebulon-B's, and similar to the holoimage of one of the ships in the Resistance fleet. Eight unfamiliar corvettes, two Mon Calamari ships comparable to the Raddus, and a battleship shaped like a hatchet. There was also what he would wager was a military supply ship, and one he would wager was a civilian fuel vessel. Signs of battle damage could be seen on them all.

“Eight Raider-class corvettes, six Nebulon-C escort frigates, two MC85 Star Cruisers, and a Starhawk Mk. II!” cried out an exuberant Lieutenant Kaydel Ko Connix, whom Luke had noted carrying out vital tasks for Leia.

“The New Republic Defense Fleet!” breathed out Ackbar in awe. “Which vessel is the flagship?”

“Transponder says it’s the Indomitable, sir.”

The aging being barked out a laugh. “Of course it is! Hail them!”

On a screen, the image of a male Duro in the uniform of a full admiral of the New Republic Defense Fleet lit up.

“Admiral Gar Stazi, you reprobate!” cried out Ackbar. “Too insufferable for even the First Order to want to deal with you, eh?”

“Careful you old fish,” Admiral Stazi smirked back. “I’m not some fresh-faced ensign you can put on cleaning duties anymore.” Becoming more solemn, he then said, “And you were utterly right about your fears about the First Order.”

Ackbar made a sound which was a Mon Cala dismissal, full of the storm of his younger days. “Unlike other officers I messaged, you were listening. And your desire to remain with your task force to be in a position to oppose the First Order directly was not something I could deny. We grossly underestimated the true nature of this threat. We’ve lost too many already, but I’m glad to see you got out alright.”

“It was a close call. I might not have without a certain message which was pinged across the Outer Rim and into the Republic itself.” He nodded his bald head at Leia. “Your message was heard, General Organa Solo.”

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RNS Indomitable 

“—considers disagreements and discussion to be chaos and anarchy, instead of efforts by beings from all over this galaxy to come together in the name of their right to be free and decide their own destiny.”

The red-eyed individual considered the holomessage of Leia Organa Solo’s message carefully.

“The First Order relies upon fear to survive, to create the illusion it is stronger than the rest of the galaxy despite being such a minority. By tomorrow its superweapon will be destroyed, proving the inevitable futility of its vision of tyranny. To the rest of the people of the Republic, I say this:

“Resist.

“Be patient. Be strong. Fight back where you can. Their war machine shall fall apart one gear, one gun, one stormtrooper at a time just as the Empire did. The Republic is not dead, and it is coming to help you finish the fight.”

“Not bad,” complimented Captain Jaius Yorub beside him.

“She reused one of her old speeches,” Admiral Gar Stazi retorted, blue skin tightening around his eyes as he thought.

“It’s doubtful they had much time.”

“True. Regardless, our course is clear, Captain. Inform the fleet to prepare for lightspeed.”

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“That’s good to hear,” said Leia with a touch of relief.

“Some of their ships were called away,” continued Admiral Stazi, “presumably to help secure Starkiller Base, well done there by the way, very well done. But anyways, we still might not have known what to do if not for your message. The reminder to withdraw to fight another day.”

“Your aid is most welcome,” said Admiral Ackbar.

“Might we welcome you aboard?” offered Leia.

“It would be most appreciated. And yes, Commander Dameron briefed me about the Jedi.”

“Good,” grinned Leia with humour, as she dryly said, “makes for a shorter meeting.”

“Always something to be appreciated,” said Admiral Stazi back.

It could have been the quality of the transmission, yet Luke was not sure the man’s humour truly reached his eyes. Regardless, it cut out shortly after.

A beat of silence, and then the bridge erupted into more cheering as they celebrated.

Not Luke or Mara.

Not as they saw silent contemplation descend upon Leia.

Suddenly at her elbow was Vice-Admiral Holdo, offering her General a steaming mug of caf.

“You’re a lifesaver, Amilyn.”

“You know it,” the purple-haired woman smiled back with easy familiarity. “Now we’ve got a fighting chance as well.”

Taking a long sip, Leia cut her eyes to Indomitable. “Yes. Yes we do.”

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Steadfast

A part of General Armitage Hux almost felt like humming in satisfaction. Maybe even whistle a little song.

Obviously of course that was beneath his dignity as a military officer to behave so capriciously, and yet he could not help feel the urge to express his satisfaction in some way. Beyond a self-satisfied smile that is.

Unquestionably, the loss of Starkiller Base was a heavy blow, whose loss greatly imperilled their war effort. However, Phasma had died with the installation, and Kylo Ren had both had the blame dumped upon himself for that disaster, and was still occupied in recovering. Ergo, both Armitage’s principle rivals were absent, while he was free to secure the conquest of the New Republic, and collect all the glory of it.

Yes, granted, the Supreme Leader had finally emerged from his shadows, and yet Armitage would still be able to arrange for everyone to see him as the one orchestrating galactic peace, and be the old man’s only natural heir and successor.

As a demonstration of his authority, he had usurped Admiral Enric Pryde’s flagship from him, claiming the Steadfast for himself. As befitting for a man who still clung to the glory days of the Empire, unable to appreciate how the First Order had already surpassed it.

Of course, upon taking possession, and reassigning Pryde elsewhere, Armitage had immediately buckled down to work.

Because thanks to Kylo’s treasonous negligence in failing to raise the alarm, and gross incompetence in failing to handle the outnumbered intruders, the First Order had to readjust its entire grand strategy. One without the threat of Starkiller Base to quash any opposition from anywhere.

To say nothing of the incredible amount of wealth, resources, troops, and fighters and capital ships which had been lost along with it.

Including his (and Phasma and Kylo’s) flagship!

Victory remained inevitable of course. It was only a matter of ensuring it was done efficiently. 

Because above all else, Armitage knew that deep down the mindless beings of the galaxy were welcoming them. Grateful for what the First Order was providing them.

It was a matter of pure math, as the number of sentients within the galaxy outnumbered the core of the true First Order by billions upon billions. If they truly believed in their vaunted ‘freedom’ and ‘democracy,’ those nerfs would rise up and overwhelm them by sheer numbers.

Except they did not.

Except they never would.

Armitage, and the rest of the First Order, were only opposed by the odd thug, and terrorist who hungered for the return of the authority and privileges they had enjoyed under the corrupt, and treacherous ‘New Republic.’

Because deep down, no matter how much you wrapped it up in words like ‘laws,’ and ‘honour,’ ‘rights,’ or ‘order,’ the absolute truth of the matter was that beings wanted to be led. To be told what to do.

To submit to the rule of the strong.

And there was no greater proof of this than the Republic itself. So pathetically cowed by the mere threat of conflict. For all its ‘enlightened values’ and other claims, it had ultimately amounted to nothing more than a historical footnote. A blip in the transition from the Galactic Empire to something greater.

And Armitage Hux would pave the way for the First Order to prove its right to command the galaxy by displaying its might for all to see.

An era of peace and prosperity which everyone would thank them for!

All of which merely required the crushing of a few remaining criminal elements.

Once we locate the Resistance again, we’ll end the last vestiges of the Republic for good.

Granted, for that to happen, the foremost step was Armitage providing the proper direction so the First Order could accomplish as such. Hence all the reports he was working through on the state of the remainder of the Republic’s military.

As expected, the survivors have been folded into the militias of several systems. Inevitable given their absurd approach to spreading out the Republic’s strength like that, keeping none for their actual government. Plus, I guess the constraints of fuel expenditure. Regardless, they are too dissipated, disorganised, and outright distressed to serve as any threat.

They will be dealt with in good time. For now though, our spies will keep a sharp eye out to see if any of the Resistance show up begging for aid. If they do, then we’ll bring the hammer down, and their children will make fine fodder as recruits for our forces.

Actually . . .

He broke off his train of thought to flip through some files to confirm that conscription operations on  Outer Rim worlds formerly aligned with the Republic were firmly underway. Excellent.

That settled, he went back to finishing pouring over reports about the remnants of the Republic’s military might.

. . . Although . . . it appears some elements have not been accounted for. Or at least reports were not submitted.

He scowled at the reminder. It was entirely feasible after all that the reports had been filed to Finalizer, and with its loss he was left unaware until the senders clued in.

Moving on. Some senators also unaccounted for, but our agents will doubtless catch up to them. Others though are being tracked, and may lead us to Organa Solo. Good.

Next. Logistics are holding steady as expected. Although those officers are likely padding their reports. We weren’t anticipating this type of speed and breadth of conquest being so necessary at this stage.

Hmm, and maybe move some of my planned projects to be developed at Kuat? 

It would be a good way to reward their loyalty in leading the swell of systems who had seceded from the Republic to join the First Order even before Starkiller had fired. Plus the practicality of moving their shipbuilding to a loyal Core World.

Yes, it was all befitting the right side of this conflict. The winning side.

His side.

And if Snoke did not properly acknowledge Armitage’s talents and accomplishments in all this?

Well . . .

The old cripple could always disappear, just like Grand Admiral Sloane and the other original leaders of the First Order had.

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Raddus

Admiral Gar Stazi passed through the corridors of the Resistance flagship to much aplomb, applause, and raucous cheers.

He marched tall and with steady, grim purpose, giving acknowledgement to them all.

Alongside him, almost comical in the difference in their sizes, was his trusted flagship captain, a Sullustan by the name of Jaius Yorub. He remained professionally silent, yet clearly alert.

Joining in the celebrations like a conquering champion for bringing in the admiral, Commander Poe Dameron drank it all up and encouraged everyone else in the same turn.

It was blatantly obvious to a discretely observing Mara as to why Organa Solo had her eyes on the young man, as that much natural charisma needed to be properly harnessed.

She also suspected Dameron was too naïve to realise this was not going to go the way he expected.

Wearing a simple engineering uniform, she broke away from the crowd to slip away. A few access tunnels later, and she reappeared in her usual jumpsuit outside the meeting room Luke, Organa Solo, and Ackbar were waiting at. To help diminish the impression of a power move, while the admiral was shuttling over, Organa Solo had commed to explain she needed to handle some last-moment issues, and would not reach the hanger in time. Privately, Mara figured it was more to avoid the crowds, and in anticipation of what she expected to follow.

Entering the room without signalling, Mara took her seat, and less than a minute later, the door chimed, and Stazi and Yorub stepped in.

She caught a glimpse of Poe’s face full of surprise at being excluded, Vice-Admiral Holdo interceding. Yes, likely for the best.

“Welcome, Admiral Gar Stazi,” began Organa Solo.

“General Leia Organa Solo, thank you again,” he returned. A warm smile graced his previously stony face as he offered his hand to Ackbar. “It’s good to see you well my friend. I was gravely concerned at those rumours you’d been kidnapped.”

“My rescue was a near thing, yet the Force was with me that day,” was the gravely reply. “Thank you for your concern. And I’m glad to see you swam to safer currents.”

“Indeed,” and now Admiral Stazi’s eyes turned bitter. “Unfortunately far too many other flag officers failed to take proper precautions. And even then, well, you can see the damage to my ships.”

“Well, we’re glad to have you with us against the First Order.”

Despite his self-control, the Duro’s posture still stiffened slightly. “Ah, there, I’m sad to say, we’re at something of an unfortunate impasse.”

“Are we?” challenged Organa Solo lightly.

“Yes. As far as we know, our two groups are the only ones refusing to show our bellies and beg for mercy. However, my task force is a legitimate part of the Republic. The Resistance never was. It’s a paramilitary group with no legal authority.”

Ackbar stiffened beside them, and Luke briefly stirred. Thankfully Mara had taken a moment to pass on her own suspicions of what was in play, and why Organa Solo had appeared less enthusiastic than the rest of her group.

“You’re asking me,” said Organa Solo levelly, and yet the entire compartment seemed to chill, “to give up responsibility for an organisation which I had to piece together myself with blood and tears to save the Republic when too many dismissed the threat. To step aside for a stranger who waltzes in with no idea who those good beings outside are, or what they’ve accomplished against impossible odds, again and again.”

Undeterred, with steel in his spine, Admiral Stazi said, “Only a fool would dismiss what you’ve done. You fought the necessary fight when too many of our superiors closed their eyes to the truth. Moreover, everyone aboard is ready to keep doing so even when much of the galaxy has chosen to surrender.

“What I’m offering is for the members of the Resistance to reenlist, or enlist if they weren’t already part of the military, under my command. As the highest ranking survivor with legitimate authority of the Republic. Yourself included. I can’t legally appoint someone my superior, but definitely still the person they answer to.” His red eyes narrowed. “‘General’ isn’t a rank you earned in the war.”

A twitch from Ackbar heralded his offence on her behalf, before regaining his demeanour of calm.

For an instant it looked like the Duro was about to say something more, before something in Organa Solo’s eyes cut him off, and she leaned slightly forward. “And how do I know you’ll listen? That you won’t lead all of my people to their deaths?”

A glare escaped Captain Yorub before he could repress it again.

Instead of taking the bait, Admiral Stazi placed his hands on the edge of the table and bent towards her in turn. “The real question is: are you indispensable to beating the First Order? Are any of us?” Not giving her a chance to, he answered his own question. “No. None of us are. I’m not asking you to relinquish the weight of the fight against these Imperials in shinier boots, I’m asking you to share it.”

Despite herself, Mara was impressed. She knew how Leia back home could have trouble relinquishing control, and Organa Solo here was no different. Moreover, she had been the one leading the fight against the First Order from the start; seemingly the only senator to truly recognise the danger, with everyone else rallying around her. Taking up the role of Mon Mothma —who Mara had read with mixed feelings, was also presumed dead on Hosnia Prime— to stand up against tyranny.

Only, as a former Emperor’s Hand, she knew better than anyone that a movement could not be about one person.

Or at least not appear to be that way.

Especially since she could see how physically and emotionally exhausted the older woman was. Which was perhaps the real reason she seemed so much older than she should be, and seemingly physically incapable of personally inviting Stazi aboard her flagship. The man had the sense not to start this conflict of leadership right there in front of everyone after all.

Silence stretched out.

Extending her focus, Mara glanced at Luke. His eyes darted back and forth between the figures, yet kept his peace.

Thankfully, he knew this was not his place to intervene. If he spoke up in support of Organa Solo, then at best her authority would be solely dependent upon the word of a Jedi, and at worst would seem to be his own play for political power.

For Stazi’s sake though, Mara hoped the admiral was not planning on brushing the ex-senator aside. Even from the brief time she had known her, it was clear that this woman remained enough of their Leia in the ways that mattered. Able to inspire, command, and lead her people. Saying what was necessary to them to get the results they needed as she brushed aside their doubts, and repeatedly reignited the spark within them into a blazing furnace.

It was those qualities which also made their own Leia a fine Jedi.

Except one of the most important parts of being a Jedi, the last stage in Mara’s own path to becoming one . . .

. . . Was learning when to let go.

Releasing a long breath without ever breaking their staring match, Organa Solo nodded. “As galling as it is, and you are, you’re also right. This, all of this, can’t be just a Resistance, but a true war for the Republic to beat back its invaders. So,” she arched a regal eyebrow, “how do you intend to go about it?”

Unseen to the military officers, the Force quivered with the eruption of emotions the woman released into it.

“While I have some general ideas, I fully acknowledge your information will be more up to date. I recommend we start with a public display of unity and sharing intelligence. Reasonable?”

“So long as you don’t forget to listen.”

“No one, General Leia Organa Solo,” and this time he sounded sincere about the title, “would ever assume you’d go unheard unless you wanted to be.”

He raised his hand, and she clasped his forearm in a gesture of solidarity with a hint of warning, which only seemed to encourage him. Then she took her hand back to throw him a sharp salute, “Reporting for duty.”

“As am I. Admiral Ackbar reporting for duty!” said the aged Mon Calamari, finally speaking up as he trusted Organa Solo to handle the politics here. “Although I suspect I’ve some seniority over you by this point.”

“I checked,” said Admiral Stazi with a touch of teasing. “Due to some technicalities upon when you formally became part of the Republic’s military, I inched you out by a few months.”

Satisfied, the Duro chose to next address the other Bantha in the room as he finally gave his attention to Luke and Mara. “General Solo, while I’d prefer to keep you on intelligence and SpecOps matters, I admit that for starters I’ve no idea how to handle Jedi.”

“I’d be happy to discuss it,” demurred Luke. “For now though, we’d probably best address the crew aboard here, and your plans as a whole.”

“There are serious matters we need to discuss,” added Mara. “Particularly regarding one Kylo Ren—” Organa Solo gave no reaction to the name “—but again, they can wait a cycle or two.”

“I see,” said the man steadily, yet appeared unconvinced.

“So long as you aren’t unreasonable and expecting the two of us to win the war for you single-handedly, we won’t be unreasonable in turn and expect you jump and move fleets about at orders from us based upon unsubstantiated feelings,” said Luke, putting just enough humour into his tone and smile as to not give offence.

“That is indeed reassuring,” admitted the admiral, his sincerity ringing through the Force. “I only met your . . .” he trailed off with his first hint of awkwardness.

“We use ‘counterpart’ generally.”

“Counterpart. I only met him on a few occasions, and while I respect what he could do, from what I’ve learnt about the Old Republic, one of their flaws was overreliance upon the Jedi.” He held up a palm to forestall any arguments. “Obviously that is a gross oversimplification, but still something I worried about regarding his students and the future.”

Luke could not help the snort of amusement which escaped him, and Mara’s own eyes crinkled in humour. “We’re not laughing at you, Admiral. It’s just that after a few days of hero worship over helping destroy Starkiller Base, some scepticism is actually appreciated.”

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They held the meeting an hour later, the time in between spent shuffling around the members of the Raddus so as many members of the soon-to-be-former Resistance were present in the large hangar bay, as well as more of the officers from the neighbouring ships and Stazi’s own. Clearing aside the fighters enough so everyone could see had also taken some improvising.

“It’s a shame Finn’s not here for this,” said Rey excitedly.

“You know what they’ve got him doing,” reminded Mara. “Debriefing him can save lives.”

“Plus he’s still not sure if he wants to join or not,” added Luke. “Best not to pressure him.”

“Right,” she winced contritely.

“It’s no shame to want your friends to be with you,” he reassured, which made her brighten back up.

All three of them were at the back of the crowd, which had earned them a few strange looks, yet Luke knew it was for the best. Meanwhile Mara found it better for taking measure of the crowd, as they and others nearby were standing on some boxes to get a good look, and thus could see the rest of the audience without seeming to draw attention to themselves.

“Master Skywalker,” Rey whispered to Luke, if not as quietly as she may think she was, “why aren’t you up there at the front, working with the Admiral and General to make up plans? You’re a Jedi.”

From Luke’s periphery, he caught the shifting of one of Stazi’s officers, a Weequay starfighter commander he did not know the name of. Certainly not a coincidence the man was there, and even better, he suspected the being was doing so on his own initiative. Two of his subordinates, a dark-skinned Human woman, and Dug, were doing a poorer job of being circumspect.

A perfect opportunity to hit two womp rats in one go.

A quick assessment of the situation made clear that Stazi and the other officers were still working out the preliminary greetings with Leia’s top officers, so he figured he had time.

Carefully modulating his voice so it was even and would carry, without being actively loud, he said, “Because I wouldn’t be much help, and I’m not sure I should.”

“What?” Rey asked in confusion.

“One of the most important things for a sentient, Jedi or not, is to accept that they’re not good at something. Those men? They’re experts at military command, planning, and logistics, and up to date. Me? I’m a fantastic fighter squadron commander, a decent task force commander, and extremely adept at high-risk, high-reward infiltrations with small strike teams or on my own. On D’Qar, when planning to hit Starkiller, that last bit is what we so badly needed, and, hmmm.” He stroked his chin. “For your homework, we’ll include you having to come up with six ways our mission against Starkiller Base could’ve all gone horribly wrong.”

“But it worked!” she protested.

“Results don’t justify the means,” he warned her. “It could’ve also ended horribly. Too often people use the ends to justify the means.” Which would be a nice segue into the Dark Side for later.

“Anyways, for here and now? I’m nothing special at grand strategy, and I’m not receiving any prompts from the Force. I’d just be getting in the way of the ones who know what they’re doing. When they need someone to contribute about Dark Force users, including the First Order’s leadership, helping carry out major missions, or even diplomacy, I’ll be happy to help.”

Mara snorted. “Or whenever you’ve got a new, insane plan to propose.”

Giving a chagrined chuckle, Luke ruefully scratched his head, and did not deny it. “In the meantime, I’ve got some catching up to do on recent politics, military technology, and other stuff.” 

“Oh. Alright,” said Rey. Nonetheless, he could see she was not entirely convinced. What mattered though was how she was clearly thinking over his answer, expanding her mental horizons, and that was what he wanted most of all.

Soon after, Leia spoke up before the assembly, introducing Admiral Stazi formally, and how the Resistance was becoming a formal part of the Republic’s military with the Duro in charge of their group.

 “. . . Poe’s not very happy about this,” noted Rey.

Indeed, the younger man was practically glowering at the newcomer.

“He’s very loyal to Leia,” said Luke. “However he also trusts her judgement, so he’s going along with it.” Briefly he considered adding that all of Leia’s most senior officers were also endorsing this, before dismissing it. The young man was certainly more focused upon his former top leader than the rest of her staff. A possible consequence of the attention she had been giving him.

Stepping forward, Admiral Stazi took control.

“My fellow lifeforms,” he declared, “as the good people of the Resistance tried to warn us, the First Order has shown itself as foul as the Empire. However, they’ve also proven their measure by trying to intimidate us into submission. What they fear above all else is the galaxy rising up against their oppression. Our mission, our singular mission, is to showcase to the galaxy how hope still exists. That the First Order can be broken!

“You started this at Starkiller Base, and now we will continue it. Not as part of a terrorist cell as they would label us, but the legitimate and oath-bound members of the Galactic Republic Military, fighting for the irrepressible rights and freedoms of all sentients!”

Admiral Stazi’s piercing gaze roved over his audience, and closed his speech with, “May the Force be with us.”

Applause erupted, and while it was half-hearted from a minority, it was still there and very real.

“Short and sweet,” said Mara approvingly, lightly clapping in turn.

“Yes.” Deciding to put words into action, Luke turned to the Weequay. “Jedi Luke Skywalker,” he said, offering his hand.

“You don’t say,” huffed the man after a moment’s surprise as he returned the gesture. “Lieutenant Jhoram Bey. A pleasure.”

“Don’t suppose you can bring me up to date on starfighter tactics?”

Raising a brow of his leathery-skin, Lieutenant Bey admitted, “I’d never have thought I’d be doing so for a ‘fighter-jockey legend.”

“You can help me drain out some of the flyboy ego,” smirked Mara, even if she was just as interested.

“Well, guess I’ll start at the basics.” Which he did, and it was quickly evident that Luke had chosen the right Weequay for the job given his detailed summation of starfighter tactics and technology.

Rey actually managed to be even more captivated than her mentors, hanging onto every word to learn more about piloting.

Bey’s comrades, Andurgo and Lieutenant Anj Dahl, tried to butt in, but backed off at a look from their superior.

It was almost amusing for Luke to be taught like this, until—

“Wait, wait. Go back,” he said, utterly baffled.

“Sir?”

“You . . . just fly up to a ship? What about the particle shields?” The bane of all starfighter-tactics, usually only brought down with concentrated missile barrages.

“Uh, they’re only for stopping small stuff, like micro-asteroids.”

“Not missiles or full-blown starfighters?” clarified Mara with wide eyes.

“No,” he said, feeling like he was trying to explain things like his civilian brother-in-law all over again.

“So,” Luke went on, just to be sure, “what’s to stop a pilot from flying right up to a capital ship, hug the hull, and then start taking out its cannons, shields, and other necessities?”

Beside him, Mara was stunned speechless by the implications.

“Well, other ‘fighters, Sir. And their own guns. But I wouldn’t—”

Luke Skywalker, respected and venerable Jedi Master, living legend and hero of thousands of worlds, giggled.

It grew to a snicker.

Later he would blame it upon the stress, especially with the edge of hysteria laced into it, but once he started, there was no going back, and Mara followed suit.

They each clasped a hand over the other’s mouth in a last ditch attempt, before throwing back their heads to howl with laughter. Everyone around them nervously edged away in fear their Jedi had gone insane.

The First Order had no idea what was going to hit them!

/ * * \

* * * Legends Never Die * * *

\ * * /

A few hours later

Having, eventually, calmed down, Luke later found himself taking up the role of a teacher once more. Meanwhile Mara was putting together some search parameters with Artoo for that history briefing.

“For starters, I’m going to tell you upfront that we’re only going to be covering the basics,” Luke lectured.

“Today?” asked Rey in surprise, sitting cross-legged before him. “And here?”

They were back in Raddus’ hanger bay, which had been returned to its usual purpose, and had occupied a corner of it, with starfighters laid out all around them. Engineers and pilots kept throwing them curious looks as they went about their business. Overshadowing them was the Millennium Falcon, where they could hear Chewbacca and the local Artoo working on bringing the ship back up to standards.

“Here because there’s not a whole lot of wide-open space aboard,” said Luke. “As well as helping you learn to get used to crowds who will be watching you all the time as a Jedi.”

“I—” she cut herself off by biting her own tongue.

“Yes, it’s unpleasant, and a challenge. A way to help teach you to put aside distractions. However,” and now he looked at her sternly, “if it does become too much, please let me know.”

His student bobbed her head obediently.  

Good, he thought with mixed feelings. She’s too eager to please anyone who shows her basic kindness. It’ll be a process to help lead her to being independent, but doable.

“And I mean that the most of what I hope to teach you overall will only be the fundamentals of being a Jedi.”

Rey looked too aghast to say anything, jaw dropping even, so he continued on.

“For me, I see becoming a Jedi as more of a self-journey. I teach those who attend my Praxeum basic skills, useful tricks like levitation, meditation, mindfulness, and an understanding of the Force. The sort of Jedi they will grow up to be is entirely up to them.”

“Oh, alright,” said Rey, sounding a little lost, yet generally sold on the idea in theory.

“Except of course this is also at a time, for me back home, when the war with the Empire is largely over. I trust the New Republic to handle any large threats. Jedi are not considered a part of large conflicts, nor are they under major threat.”

. . . Although given that close call with Daala, and the fact the Jedi Academy here was wiped out, we might want to revisit that.

. . .

. . .

Did I really completely forget to fully consider the implications of how vulnerable Yavin IV was because I was so distracted by Callista leaving me!?

. . . Oh boy.

“Master Skywalker?”

Blinking, he brought himself back to the present. “My apologies,” he briskly said. “My words made me consider something I’ll have to meditate on later. My point is, by being associated with me, and as one of the next generation of Jedi, the First Order will target you. So my goal is to provide you with the tools so you can make for yourself a firm foundation to safely fall back on. So while my intention is still for you to find and learn your own path, I’ll also be teaching you more how to defend yourself.”

Rey lit up at that, and thankfully without the same sort of blind, naïve ignorance Luke himself had shown when he had been that age, hungering to be a ‘great warrior.’

Even if he could not hear them, he was certain Obi-Wan and Yoda were laughing at him right about now.

“Also there will be academic studies.”

At that she briefly froze. “You’ll, I, what?” she went quizzically.

“Reading, languages, engineering, mathematics, all sorts of things. Again, you can choose where you want to dedicate yourself.” To an extent, as for their own good there was no way he was letting someone illiterate in Basic or incapable of simple multiplication out into the galaxy. Not that he was assuming that Rey, a former scavenger, was incapable of that; only that he had been surprised before at the lack of education his students had. “Of course, first we’ll need to do an assessment later today so I can tell where you’re at.”

Which would be complicated, including acquiring the actual educational materials, given how sparse access to the holonet was out here in the Outer Rim.

“You’ll teach me that too!?” gushed Rey.

“Yes,” he smiled reassuringly, relieved to see she was so eager to learn, clearly resisting the urge to jump for joy. He would wager she had been one of those self-educating themselves as best as possible.

“For now though,” he went on, “we’ll start by working to help you reach out to the Force.”

It was something he had helped his students through time and time again. Usually he would prefer something richer in life than a spaceship, except that was another reason to be here in the hangar where so many people were running around. Besides, he had a suspicion . . .

Closing her eyes, Rey started to use the advice he had given her only days ago, and he could feel her touching him and everyone around them.

Very good, he thought approvingly. Not even Kyp got it that fast. Now then—

Stiffening in surprise, Rey shot up with a grin as she looked towards one of the fighters.

Unsurprised at there being distractions, Luke turned the same direction, and a moment later Finn came around the fuselage. Alongside of him was a sturdily built, muscular woman despite her grey hair and the lines around her face. A tattoo of a solitary teardrop was under one eye, and he was intrigued to catch an Alderaanian accent.

“—never learnt a thing,” she said contemptuously. “If little furballs with rocks can kill you, you’d think they’d learn.”

“It’s not just how weak it is,” said Finn, fuming with anger, “it’s how it makes you a blinding target! The people saying they want their enemies to see stormtroopers coming and be afraid aren’t the ones up front being shot at!”

“It never is. So these Mandalorians—”

“Finn!” called out Rey, a little dismayed he had not noticed her yet, only to be reassured at the surprise and joy which lit up his face when he saw her.

“Rey! What’re you doing here?” Then he staggered back as she ran forward to give him another hug. “They’ve got me on break from debrief.”

The older woman gave them a surprised look at that, raising an eyebrow. When she glanced at Luke he gave a gesture which he hoped conveyed it was less romance between them, and more two lonely souls having found someone in their lives. Given how her expression shifted to something more solemn, he felt she got the gist.

“Oh, this is Cara Dune. She came on the last shuttle of volunteers.”

“Not too old to kill Imps, and I admit I was itching for a good scrap,” Cara said sardonically, drawing back her lips a touch ferally. “Master Skywalker,” she added, bobbing her head at him.

“Hello,” he said.

“We interrupting anything?”

He shrugged. “It’s good for Rey to see a friend, and it was always a possibility in such a crowded space.”

A touch of red dusted Rey’s cheeks at the words, and she quickly decided to deflect attention. “So how’d you two meet?”

Cara grimaced. “My wife’s acting as an intelligence operative for the Resistance, or Republic again now, and I wanted to confirm something for her. Even if the kid’s supposed to be on break.”

“Who is she?” asked Rey.

“Asyr. Used to be a pilot, but too old for it now.”

The name tickled at Luke’s memory, and he asked, “Asyr Sei'lar?”

Startled, Cara gave him a puzzled look before nodding. “Yeah. Asyr Dune now. She ain’t a big fan of her folks. How’d you know?”

“Long story,” he demurred. “Short version is, I heard about her from other pilots.” As well as how the Asyr he knew of had received some training in intelligence as formerly part of the Bothan Spynet before joining Rogue Squadron. He was glad to know she had survived and married in this universe.

“She wanted confirmation that the stormtroopers and most other members of the First Order are made up of conscripts,” Finn said earnestly. He wanted, needed, for the Jedi Master to understand. “Raised and brainwashed from birth.”

Luke glowered at the news, even if it was unsurprising. The Empire had been going that way for years since Endor. Although starting that young was new. It fit though with how the First Order had spent decades preparing for their move.

Although if the majority were taken as children, where did they get them from? No, steal them from? Even the Outer Rim should’ve noticed something on that scale.

In addition to that mystery for later, this information added another bitter touch to how many they had killed at Starkiller Base, all on top of the over one million he had killed on the First Death Star.

“That’s unfortunate,” Luke said. “Even more so since we can’t start fighting them so long as they remain following orders.” Seeing the obvious conflict upon Finn’s face, he hurried to add, “However, that doesn’t mean we won’t show mercy where we can. While right now Admiral Stazi and his people are still working through all the intelligence we have, it doesn’t mean you can’t pass it along by yourself.”

“But . . .” With everyone’s attention on her, Rey briefly faltered before finding her resolve. Once more full of questions. “We have to stop the First Order though, don’t we? They’re evil. Why else would everyone fight for it? Finn left, so why can’t they?”

“That’s—” Finn aborted whatever he meant to say, and turned to his elders.

“Nope,” said Cara flatly, raising both palms. “Not touching that one.”

“It’s more complicated than that,” said Luke. “If anything, you should talk to Mara about it later.”

“Alright,” accepted Rey.

“Mara, that the red headed Jedi?” said Cara.

“Yes.”

“Lotta interesting gossip going around ‘bout her. Heard how she’s branching off from sticking with those lightsabers. Don’t get me wrong, they’re pretty handy, ‘cept maybe something to hit them farther away?”

As a demonstration she hefted off her back a massive light repeating blaster which practically screamed an eagerness to mow down entire squads at a time.

“A bit bigger than her preference,” said Luke, a touch amused.

Personally, he had no issues against Jedi using blasters. Even when one reached the point where one no longer needed it as they had the Force as an ally, you never knew when some skill with them could come in handy. Although he still preferred a lightsaber, due to not only the symbolism involved, but also that it could defend others.

Plus if he ever found himself needing a blaster, he could just take one off of whoever was trying to kill him.

“Ah no worries,” reassured the Alderaanian. “I’ve got some other designs which might interest her.”

“More weapons is a good thing,” said Finn fervently with the experience of a trooper who had been dumped in the trenches. “Especially if you’re fighting a war.”

That . . .  also caught Luke off-guard.

Because again, unlike the conflicts he had been involved in since resigning his commission with the New Republic military, this was a galaxy wide conflict he could not sit out on.

What was the role of Jedi during war?

Well, it’s not like we’re ever going to have another galactic war back home, right?

Jedi Master Luke Skywalker’s gut clenched, and he concluded that at minimum that was hubris.

Certainly his counterpart had once thought the same, and now look where he had ended up!

Especially given how close his own New Republic had been to open civil war last he saw it.

Belatedly, he realised he had spaced out once more long enough for the others to notice. “Sorry,” he said ruefully. “I’m still trying to figure out what my role in this war will be.”

A half-truth, yet a sufficient one.

Maybe the Force had sent him here not just to help out this galaxy, but to also learn things to help his own Jedi?

Well then, let us see what I have yet to learn.

/ * * \

* * * Legends Never Die * * *

\ * * /

Supremacy

Deep within the bowels of the Supreme Leader’s flying capital, the most advanced medical facilities in the galaxy were at work putting back together the man’s student.

Refusing painkillers, Kylo Ren lay within a bed, fresh from his bacta treatment, taking in the pain to focus himself. To remove any and all distractions.

Any thoughts of how he had committed himself to killing—

He sucked in a shallow breath at another wave of agony, banishing the useless shot.

A slower breath, and then he reapplied himself to the task at hand.

On a datapad in his hands, he was slowly compiling a profile on Master Skywalker’s —a raging dark hatred rose up within him before he leashed it once more— latest apprentice. Pieced together from glimpses of her recovered from stormtrooper helmet recorders, while using imagery software to touch it up with his own vivid memory of her.

Her.

This nameless woman was the key to it all.

For now he did not know how —he did not even know her name— but he knew it with an unquenchable certainty.

That he had lost to her teacher would make it harder to convince her of the absolute truth of the Force, of that man, but Kylo would still do it. For her sake, and for the rest of the galaxy.

Together.

Because it was no mere delusion on his part, he could feel something through the Force leading him to her.

It was unquestionable that she was a gift to Kylo from the Dark Side itself . . . and mayhaps he to her in turn.

 “Master Kylo Ren,” a medical droid interrupted his thoughts as it wheeled over. “We’re ready to begin your surgery. Are you sure you don’t want to be sedated?”

His hand twitched with the urge to throw it with the Force across the medical bay before he got a hold of himself. That was his own anger and pain speaking for him, and would only cause a pointless delay.

“Yes,” he rasped out instead.

First his recovery. Afterwards, under Snoke’s guidance, he would resume his hunt for the Resistance, and find her.

Then all would be well.

Forever.

Chapter Text

Raddus

Luke pressed the chime to Rey’s door, and smiled as a few seconds later the beaming young woman opened it.

She was wearing a sleeveless, loose green tunic which someone had apparently rustled up for her, and she had found some dark-green wraps for her forearms, which appeared to be her preferred fashion choice. Cream-coloured, warm-looking pants, and loose shoes completed the ensemble, and despite being cramped, her room already had a cozy if isolated air to it. She clearly loved it, while also having been shut in perhaps a bit much.

“Sorry, Master Skywalker, I lost track of what time it was.” Despite her words, and how disheveled she looked, her brightness never dimmed.

“No worries at all,” he assured her. “Studies going well?”

“Yes!” she practically cheered, hurrying back to her desk to come back with datapads and flimsies to practically shove in his face.

Cocking an eyebrow at her enthusiasm, he skimmed through them and was unsurprised to see she was indeed progressing well. In fact, she was drinking up astronavigation like he did with hot chocolate.

“You’re doing fantastic,” he praised, and somehow her smile widened further. “There’s more to being a Jedi than just the Force, meditation, and a lightsaber, and you’re doing phenomenally well.”

Shockingly well, really. For all her background as an orphan apparently living on her own in the desert, she was astonishingly intelligent, and he had never had a student learn at such a pace. Even Kyp, prodigy at the Force he may have been, had needed to slow down to learn this sort of thing. As for the Force itself, well, even there she was surpassing Luke’s former student.

Mara had wondered if this is what it had been like for Obi-Wan and Yoda to teach a young and brash Luke.

Hopefully Rey would not make the same mistakes as he had.

“I had some help,” she managed with a slight stammer. “I mean, I’d been studying how to fly before.”

“There’s a difference between learning how to fly through space, and how to make functional hyperspace calculations. Don’t sell yourself short; you’re a very intelligent young woman.”

“I—uhm—thanks? No, yes, no, I mean—”

As joyful as she was, he still caught the hesitation; her insecurity of how honest he was really being. Well, that came with being a teenager, and she clearly had little previous experience with positive reinforcement.

Nothing that a little time and genuine praise would not solve.

“Take your time,” he smiled, as reassuringly as possible.

“Thank you, Master Skywalker,” she hedged weakly.

Not pushing it any further, Luke changed the topic. “Have you had any chance to talk to Finn lately?”

“Oh, no,” Rey said with disappointment. “I mean, I get it, that he’s doing important work.”

“Maybe send him a comm to see when his schedule’s free. I’m sure he’d appreciate it,” he offered. “Even if he doesn’t stay on to fight with the Republic, you’re still his first friend, and that means a lot to him. He also doesn’t have much experience socialising with people who aren’t stormtroopers, so just be patient. Reach out if you have any questions.”

Once more she lit up, seemingly not connecting how she herself had barely any experience with social interaction.

The most difficult part about mentoring Rey was how tragically vulnerable she was.

It was unquestionable in a straight up fight she would fight for what she believed was right with an almost feral intensity. Go to any lengths necessary for those she cared for.

Except at the core of that there remained a desperately lonely young woman.

Bits and pieces teased out of her, and a lifetime of experience, including with slaves, freed or not, made it clear she had lived most of her life in indentured servitude, friendless, and parents who had left her behind while young without ever coming back.

He would not pass judgement upon those parents, yet he had to acknowledge it was a conscious effort to place aside his own assumptions about them.

Fortunately, Rey was not his first difficult case, and not all of them had ended in total disasters.

To begin with, compassion and kindness, while making it clear to her she deserved to be treated that way.

Encouraging her to make friends, and teaching her how to maintain them. As well as making sure she stood up for herself.

Last but not least, teaching her to make her own choices. Because Luke had an uncomfortable suspicion Rey had a gnawing need to be part of something ‘greater’ than herself. A desperate urge for a connection which left her frighteningly vulnerable to signing up for the first cause to reach out to her.

How much of her desire to become a Jedi, risking her life against the First Order, was born solely because she believed the first people to show her basic decency wanted her to?

So, helping her not simply discover, but self-discover independence without driving her away; especially since life as a Force Sensitive like her, could become tragically dangerous if she went out unprepared.

These were all points which his Jedi Praxeum already worked hard to teach their students. Because instead of regimented classes, Luke and his fellow Knights and Masters taught more about how to be yourselves, and live your life in whatever way felt most natural to you, and stepping into choosing to become a Jedi once they better understood what they were embracing.

There was a reason Jacen, Jaina, and Anakin were all still living with their parents, despite how powerfully Force Sensitive his niece and nephews were.

And no, not just because Leia would have shot him otherwise.

Regardless, if they wanted to grow up to be a full-time Jedi, he would be proud of them. If they wanted to be Jedi and something else like their mom, or Cilghal who was a Jedi and ambassador, or Mara who was a Jedi and . . . whatever she was right now, he would still be fine. If they did not want to be Jedi, then he would still love them as much as ever.

Probably not a political career however, even if having their mom as a mentor would put them in good stead. Jaina and Anakin loved mechanics too much, and Jacen cared more for animals than stuffy meetings. Of course, they might surprise him with whatever they chose.

Granted, if they ever chose to become smugglers (who were not working for Karrde) and/or bounty hunters, he would be standing aside while their parents got a hold of them.

“You really think Finn will be okay with that?” Rey asked.

“I do.” She glanced away as she thought it over. 

Switching topics again, Luke asked, “About your Force Vision from Takodana, when you touched your lightsaber. Do you want to talk about it some more?”

Instantly she closed up, but he waited patiently as he could see her working through her thoughts.

“It—it was . . .” Sucking in a deep breath, Rey then transitioned to a calming exercise he had taught her. After a few relaxing breaths, she grounded herself and said, “I saw my past. Part of it. Some stuff I don’t fully understand. And . . .”

She looked away at a wall for half a minute, before she mustered up the courage to look back at him. “I saw Ben Solo,” she said defiantly.

Keeping any signs of surprise from his expression, Luke evenly said, “What did he look like?”

Wincing, she admitted, “He was wearing black armour and wielding a red lightsaber. But that doesn’t mean—!”

Cutting herself off, she glanced away with shame.

Shame, because Rey was afraid Luke would take it poorly. Especially after hearing about what had happened on Starkiller Base.

“Let’s sit down,” stalled Luke, taking the lead to getting down on the floor cross-legged.

An insanely bright Force prodigy of his, now making inquiries about the Dark Side early into their lessons. Oh by the Force did he hope this was not history repeating itself.

No, I’m just jumping to the worst conclusions. I’ve sensed nothing like Exar Kun around her, nor would there have even been the opportunity for anything like that.

Although . . . there was a remaining lingering . . . taint to the galaxy still. Something muting his connection to the Force, which had not eased as he had assumed with the destruction of Starkiller Base. Thus he had to assume Snoke was somehow responsible; Kylo Ren had been too much of a blunt instrument to be the culprit.

It was not enough to truly impede him, yet noticeable all the same.

Most definitely concerning though.

Being a Jedi revolved around the present however, and here and now he had to show he had learnt from his numerous mistakes in teaching.

“Ben’s alive, and there’s still Light within him,” she began, stubborn as a bantha.

“I certainly hope so,” said Luke, and gave a sad sigh at the shocked expression she shot him. “Everyone, no matter how Dark, still has some Light in them. That doesn’t necessarily mean they’ll listen to it though. Before I get into that, for starters, what are your reflections on what I already told you about the Dark Side of the Force?”

She squared her shoulders back, eyes looking for something before she started; at first it was more mechanical, before growing in passion. “That it is one of the duties of the Jedi to oppose it, as it involves using the Force for your own purely selfish ends, especially to hurt others. Like using Starkiller Base to blow up worlds, and it’s what Ben’s using now. It’s corrupting and hurting him, except it can be rejected, turned away from! People can come back from using it!” 

An oversimplification, but perfectly satisfactory for someone only a few days into her studies. Plus, he already had plans on how to broaden her horizons. 

Her eyes narrowed. “He can come back like your father did. Like Mara did.”

“Mara’s a complicated case,” he deflected. “For whatever reason, for reasons neither of us understand right now, the Emperor did not want her using the Dark Side. Moreover,” a mischievous glint entered his eye, “she also spent years revering Palpatine after his death, and planning how to kill me.”

He allowed a moment to enjoy Rey’s horrified expression, doing nothing to hide his amusement. “So,” he said airily, “I wouldn’t use her as an example. Also, she’s still likely to hurt me later just for telling you that.”

“Uhm, right,” she squeaked, coughing once to compose herself. “But I still mean it about Ben.”

“I see,” he said, reasserting his look of Jedi serenity.

Internally though, he was becoming more and more confused.

What is her fascination with Kylo Ren? Or Ben Solo? Is it because of the kindness Han and Leia have shown her? Because she sees him as my nephew? Saving him as a way of repaying us?

No, I . . . don’t think so.

His hesitation must have slipped up onto his face, as she closed off more.

Whatever it is, she feels very strongly about this.

In direct contradiction to his earlier thoughts of her.

Very, very curious.

“Do you feel a connection to him?” he asked outright.

Squirming a little, she looked away. “Something. I—when we were on Takodana, when he was escaping, our eyes met, and . . .”

Once more she trailed off, refusing to look at him for a minute. Two. Finally in response to his patient look, she bit out, “I haven’t had anything more about him since then though.”

A lie, yet it did not feel like a major one.

Giving a little hum, Luke did not press the matter, merely saying, “Just remember what I said about visions from the Force, and how they can be misleading.”

“But it’s the Force!” Rey blurted out in disbelief. “How can it be misleading!?”

A chuckle escaped Luke, and he waved a hand as reassuring as possible at her offended look. “Welcome to being a Jedi. Or any other member of all the various Force practices. Visions are a prime example of this. I once had an image of my own decapitated head within Darth Vader’s helmet.” He had a brief if guilty moment of enjoyment at her stunned expression before he more seriously said, “And a short time later another vision led me right into an Imperial trap set by my father. 

“Above all else, the Force is beyond simple understanding, and always in motion and changing. Even the most experienced practitioners may be misled or just misunderstand something. Because, above all else, while the Force is everywhere and in everything, binding us all together, it is not a controlling presence. It merely influences and guides, and we do not always understand what it is trying to say. Because all of us, from the newest initiate to the most venerable of Jedi Masters, are fallible people when trying to receive and interpret that guidance.

“Moreover, while the Force chooses who can wield it, it has no control over what they do with it.”

Sobering, he took the natural set-up he had left to himself to return more to his originally planned topic. “And that’s how so many still end up Falling to the Dark Side. We’re all fallible lifeforms. All of us. Too many people embrace the Dark Side to save those they care about, only to lose everything to it.” Internally bracing himself, he took the plunge, “And I speak from personal experience; I Fell to the Dark Side years ago.”

Jaw dropped, Rey could only stare at him in horror.

Not the stunned shock from learning about Mara, but the look of her world uprooted, and a trace of fear.

Mournfully, he nodded at all the unspoken questions, statements, and outright accusations she must have running through her head.

“I was young and arrogant, but even that doesn’t excuse the recklessness I committed,” he said bluntly. “I thought I could control it, understand it without any of the repercussions. Step back whenever I wanted; only I underestimated how corrupting it can be. How it twists your mind. I rationalised what I was doing; how the ends justified the means. Only to be wrapping myself up in an entire philosophy of unabated evil.

“At one point I imagined I had saved myself thanks to the presence of Leia and the others, except I was deluding myself. It was only later that I managed to truly break free from its influence Thanks to Leia. Thanks to the Force flowing through me.

“Ultimately, in the end, it was a choice, but more akin to a spice addict having to swear off without another touch. Each and every day waking up choosing what kind of person I want to be. It was in all frankness an incredibly difficult act on my part, and one which despite my best efforts still tainted my thoughts and actions for years afterwards. My experience . . . led me to making . . . too many poor decisions on how to handle matters. Ones which I deeply regret.

“Only very recently—” too recently “—and especially with Mara’s help, have I begun to move past that.”

In emphasis, he leveled his most serious expression onto Rey, “Do not take my example as a guarantee it can be done, however. I’ve known others, too many others, who couldn’t bring themselves to make such a choice. For them, the lure of power, and the fear which drove them, mattered more. And even now, I’m greatly over-simplifying what happened, because you still don’t have enough experience with the Force for context.”

Gulping, Rey whispered just barely loud enough to hear, “So I can ask you more later? About what happened?”

“Yes,” he said heavily with self-regret.

Truthfully, this part of Luke’s life was not something he really discussed with any of his students in the past. Something he was rather grateful of now in hindsight after Mara had spelled out to him just how blind he had been. Granted, most of them had already known to some degree about him working for Sidious as it had been made public enough, although they had never asked.

However, after Dolph, or rather Kueller, the man he had become, Luke had known a more individual approach was necessary to raise the issue of the Dark Side. Moreover, despite how clouded as it was in this galaxy, the Force was still nudging him to be open about this to his newest student.

Not wanting to dwell on this anymore, and wanting it to sink in more, Luke told her, “We can definitely revisit this more later. And we have plenty other things to discuss about the Force and being a Jedi anyway. Things far more pleasant for that matter.”

“I—thank you,” Rey managed, clearly shaken by this whole experience.

Grimacing, Luke said, “I’m sorry for burdening that much on you.” He raised a hand to forestall her protest, “I’m not calling you weak. Not in the least. But I am giving you more to shoulder, and faster, than I would’ve back home at our Jedi Praxeum. Unfortunately, we’re in trying times here, and I believe denying you answers you seek would do more harm than good.”

Reluctantly she seemed to accept this with a few shallow nods.

“How about we do some meditation?” he offered. “Help settle us both?”

“Alright,” she said, some of her earlier cheer returning. “I—I like feeling the presence of the Force during that.”

“It truly is a blessing,” he agreed.

Despite how much of an active and energetic woman she was, Rey quickly relaxed herself into a quick meditation like a veteran Jedi Knight. 

Inhaling. Exhaling. Feeling the Force and lifeforms around her.

Across from her, Luke relaxed into that same flow, releasing all his tense, unhelpful emotions from that discussion, and settled in to reflect upon their source. His thoughts and feelings from it all. Even while a part of him studied anew the sense of how his connection to the Force was still being partially muted. Most curious.

Disturbing too.

A sense of motion and touch of the Force drew him out of his meditation. There was no sense of danger and thus no rush, yet their identity made him curious, which spurred him on.

Looking up from where he sat cross-legged, he took in the sight of this universe’s Leia, the fire in her eyes banked even higher than ever right now. Moreover, it was from hope rather than from the latest crime of the First Order.

“Good news, I take it?” Luke said with a grin.

“Yes,” Leia said fiercely. “One of the Republic senators has arrived, and wants to join in. They’re heading for Stazi’s flagship.”

“Really?” said Rey eagerly, having also come out of her trance.

“Really,” confirmed Leia firmly. “This’ll mean a lot.”

“Well then, let’s go see them,” said Luke cheerfully. He looked to Rey, who looked pensive, if trying to hide it. “Do you want to come?”

He waited while her face scrunched up in thought, before she admitted, “I’d rather stay here if it’s all the same. I’m not so sure how I’d handle it right now.”

“As I said, I’ve placed a lot on you.”

“Plus I’ve still got more of my studies,” she added, glancing at the chrono. Grimacing, she added, “I’ve also got to get some of those diplomatic ‘pads to read as well.”

“Be sure to brush up on your mechanical engineering now that we’re on a Republic ship,” he added, which instantly cheered her up. “And don’t forget to comm Finn.”

“I won’t!”

“So,” he said to Leia as he stood up. “Who’s the senator? Anyone I know?”

“Senator Jacen Syndulla.”

/ * * \

* * * Legends Never Die * * *

\ * * /

There was little time for more conversation as Luke and Leia descended into a flurry of activity to reach the Indomitable.

When Admiral Stazi had shown up to take charge, and fold the Resistance back into the New Republic Defense Fleet, it had been decided that there was no point in Leia’s senior officers, or the Jedi, leaving the Raddus. They were already settled in there, and there was not much room available on Stazi’s ship, so if he had actually insisted they come over, it would have amounted to a power play. Of course, now when they wished to hurry over there on a shuttle before the senator docked himself though, it made things inconvenient.

Alerted by Luke, Mara had run aboard said shuttle just before the ramp started to close.

As they settled into their seats, with Luke allowing someone else to pilot them over after the look Leia gave him, they were allowed a moment of reprieve before they had to step back into their duties.

Of course, Leia only permitted him the briefest one.

“So,” she drawled, “what is it that has you in a snit?”

“Hmm?” hummed Luke.

“Oh,” she said with a wave of her hand, “I’m not talking about whatever Jedi business played out between you and Rey. Although if you upset that young lady, I’ll tan your hide.”

She was apparently making the most of how she was clearly now the older twin.

“Speaking of which,” he began, “and yes, I know you won’t let me deflect you, but have you got any news about . . . ?” He trailed off with a vague gesture.

“Yes, he’s on his way.”

“Good.”

“For his own sake at least,” grunted Mara.

“Indeed,” agreed Leia. “Now that, as you said, I’m not letting you distract me. Something about the senator upset you.”

Sighing at his failure to keep a secret from any version of his sister, he simply said, “We know someone by the name Jacen back home we’re close to. Hearing that name was a surprise is all.”

Mara nodded in agreement.

A smirk escaped him, “And it’s not like I haven’t met all manner of lifeforms named Leia over the years since Endor.”

“Or Luke,” teased Mara.

“Ugh,” Leia grunted with an exaggerated roll of her eyeballs as she let the matter drop.

Overall though, it did help him from becoming irrationally caught up in meeting another young man by the name of Jacen. 

“So who exactly is Senator Jacen Syndulla?” asked Luke conversationally. 

“One of the good ones,” answered Leia with satisfaction. “While I was managing all my contacts, I discovered he was visiting Lothal for a personal matter when Starkiller fired, and I urged him to get off-world as fast as possible. Sure enough, we later got word First Order assassins attacked his home, but I wasn’t sure until now he’d gotten away beforehand.”

Something dark flickered through her expression before she squashed it. “His mentor and predecessor, Senator Jai Kell, was not so lucky.” 

“Lothal?” 

“Hmm, I guess that’s another difference between our galaxies. Lothal was the very first world to throw off the Imperial oppression. Before the Battle of Yavin even.” 

“Before—?” Mara paused and then it clicked together as she sourly said, “Palpatine was planning to use the Death Star on them.” 

“That’s our guess,” agreed Leia. “When that failed, Lothal was too inconsequential, especially with a planetary shield up over the primary city, to justify a more conventional assault. Not when the rest of the Rebel Alliance was a far greater threat. Still, they became a symbol; a rallying cry. After the war, they used that achievement so that basically they were the main Outer Rim planet people actually had to listen to. His parents were instrumental in the liberation, with his mother, General Hera Syndulla, becoming a highly decorated member of the New Republic Defense Force before she retired.

“As for Jacen himself, he was on several key committees, and supported me in my opposition of the First Order. Never enough to justify him being pressured to resign, while still enough to be heard.”

The Jedi Master opened his mouth to comment, before hesitating, peering closer at Leia.

“Luke?” asked Mara quizzically.

“I’ve got this strangest sensation?” he said levelly. “Like when I’m watching my Leia laying out a verbal trap to ensnare someone, only now I’m the one about to blindly waltz into it.”

A smirk and single chuckle escaped the grizzled, older woman, before she bobbed her head in acknowledgement. Suddenly her grin sharpened into something dangerous and testing. “He’s also Force Sensitive.”

“Enough to be a Jedi I take it,” concluded Luke.

“Interesting,” allowed Mara. “Given how Kylo Ren was supposed to have killed all the Jedi—”

Luke winced at that barb. Clearly Mara took offense to this whole situation. For her part, Leia gave no reaction.

“—shall we take it this senator never studied to be one?”

“He wanted to when he was younger, like his father was before him,” said Leia lightly, completely closed off even within the Force to what she thought of their reactions. “As he got older, he came to feel this was a better path for him to help people.”

“That doesn’t mean he still couldn’t be a Jedi,” said Luke. “My sister is both a Jedi and a politician.”

A flicker crossed the woman’s face this time, and he honestly could not tell how much she had allowed it to.

Using their Force Bond, he intervened before Mara could say something. This was better left to him, and maybe not right now either.

“So we can be confident he’ll oppose the First Order,” concluded Luke instead. “That’s good to know. Hopefully his example will help encourage others to stand up as well.”

“And if not,” said Mara dryly, “if people aren’t actually willing to fight for their democracy, then there’s still that Skywalker monarchy plan.”

“Please don’t joke about that,” groaned Luke. Thankfully Leia seemed irritated by the concept and not entertaining it.

“We’re coming in for landing,” yelled the pilot.

“Thank you,” called back Luke.

/ * * \

* * * Legends Never Die * * *

\ * * /

Senator Syndulla had beaten them there.

However, he was also clearly waiting for them, while Admiral Stazi and his senior officers and many more of the crew were also standing at attention within the Indomitable’s hanger bay.

Luke’s immediate impression of this man was: 

A scoundrel.

Unlike for most people however, this was not a criticism. A surprising number of his close friends, associates, and an outright in-law, were scoundrels; while hiding their ultimately good-natures under it all.

In his mid-thirties, Jacen Syndulla walked with a confident swagger and cocky grin, yet he was immediately clocked as a trained fighter. Intelligence gleamed in those eyes, and he fell short of seeming actually arrogant.The fact that his beard, and the long hair pulled into a ponytail, were green, as well as the sharp angles to his face, also hinted to non-Human heritage in his past.

“Leia!” cried out the senator, sweeping over with wide arms to fold her into a hug, which she allowed. His words were conveniently heard throughout the crowd. “If not for you, I’d be dead for sure! Thank you, my dear friend.”

“We’ve already lost too many,” she said, her own tone carrying a clear acknowledgment of shared loss, and unwavering in her defiance of it.

“Indeed we have,” he said reservedly. His attention turned to Luke, only for him to pause quizzically.

Giving a little bow of his head, Luke said, “There’s been a little confusion. I’m not exactly the Master Skywalker you’ve been expecting. The senior officers of the fleet are aware however, and we’ll be glad to brief you.”

The roguish senator studied them a moment more, before loudly saying, “Well regardless, it’s truly a relief to see you, Master Skywalker.”

“I aim to please,” said Luke grandly in turn. He knew the importance of keeping moral.

“As do we all,” said Admiral Stazi, coming up beside them.

“My apologies, Admiral,” said Senator Syndulla with a light-heartedness which still indicated no offense had been meant. “Seeing Leia first was deeply personal for me.”

“Completely understandable,” said the Duro. Leaning in, adjusting his body so none could see his lips, he softly said, “As the most senior surviving member of the Senate, by law, political authority falls to you here now, not me. Are you willing to take up that responsibility?”

“That burden?” said Senator Syndulla equally quietly back. “For the sake of the Republic, for the sake of what my father died for, yes, yes I am.”

“May the Force be with you,” said Admiral Stazi with a touch of pity.

The former leader of the Republic remnant clapped the senator on the shoulders, and loudly proclaimed for all to hear, “Senator Jacen Syndulla, words cannot fully express how much of a relief it is to see you here.” The emotional display was unexpected from the generally taciturn man, yet it was wholeheartedly sincere. “While too many other surviving politicians have run home with whatever fleet units they can steal, you came here with what you could to make a stand for this Republic we all so very love.”

Stepping back, he snapped a perfect salute, and in a wave the rest of the Defense Fleet members present emulated him.

“Legally it is my duty to do this, but for you it is my pleasure to do what follows. In light of the murder of Chancellor Lanever Villecham and the majority of the Senate of the New Republic, and in acknowledgment of the only one of the survivors to be actively opposing the First Order, as the most senior member of the New Republic Defense Fleet left alive, I recognise you as Chancellor of the New Republic.

“What are our orders?”

Despite having expected it, the man before them still needed a split-second to brace himself against this development amidst the heavy hush which had fallen.

Sucking in a quick breath, the green-haired man projected as clearly as possible across the hanger bay. “You can start by calling me Interim Chancellor of our provisional government. Be assured that one of the primary goals will be setting a date for proper elections to resume once we can safely do so,” said Chancellor Jacen Syndulla.

Regarding the eager young faces before him, and the holocams doubtlessly broadcasting this across the fleet, he said to them, “The First Order think us beaten, when in reality it has demonstrated its weakness. It depends not upon legitimacy or the support of the people, but raw and pure intimidation. All to hide how it’s a hollow shell of a nation. Throwing around words about ‘protection’ while masquerading as the Empire reborn, and hoping no one stops to think about how they’re the ones to cause the very chaos and misery they say they want to save us from!”

Slashing his arms to the side in emphasis, he prowled before them like Lolth-wolf.

“Their professed ‘peace’ is them being able to imprison whomever they wish! Their ‘control’ is suppressing whatever voices they don’t want to hear!

“No.

“I say no to their tyranny! Too many of us have fought and died over the years in the name of freedom, our indelible rights, for real peace, to squander their sacrifices now! We will fight on, and prove to the galaxy, to the Republic, that hope still lives!

“Are you with me!?”

A roar echoed throughout the hanger bay.

“I SAID ARE YOU WITH ME!?!?”

The defiant detonation of volume seemed to shake the whole space, and in answer Interim Chancellor Syndulla’s smile was as eager to fight as any other lifeform present. Do or die, there was no doubt they were all here to fight and win a war.

As the enthusiasm continued to spread, the various officers turned to each other to further fuel their dedication. Fists were raised, promises were made to one another, or they just embraced the moment together.

“Nice speech,” Luke faintly overheard Leia whisper out of the corner of her mouth.

“I was practicing something like it on my way over,” Interim Chancellor Syndulla discretely returned. “Although I was assuming I’d be saying it as a senator. It wasn’t until I actually got here did I learn just how bad it was that I might end up in charge of it all.”

“Your mom will be proud.”

“You kidding? I just got named Chancellor and she wasn’t even here to see it! She’ll sic Chopper on me for this!”

Even if Luke did not know who this Chopper was —beyond a sensation they should never meet Artoo— he and Mara still smiled at the good humour.

Louder, Interim Chancellor Syndulla said to Stazi, “But for starters in tearing down tyranny, how’s about we get ourselves sorted to face off against an even greater evil: meetings and debriefings.”

Ignoring the attempt at another joke, Admiral Stazi grimly nodded.

/ * * \

* * * Legends Never Die * * *

\ * * /

“Well,” said Interim Chancellor Jacen Syndulla as they all sat around the briefing room. “I did not see that coming,” he readily confessed, peering intently at Luke and Mara. “Alternate realities, huh? Sounds like a poor space tale, really.”

“It’s been a bundle of surprises all around,” sighed Luke.

“And headaches,” said Mara sourly.

More senior officers from the Raddus, and from other ships in Admiral Stazi’s fleet, had joined them, and many gave the newcomer commiserating looks.

Taking a sip of caf, Leia Organa Solo discreetly assessed how all the various lifeforms were handling the revelation. Thankfully, the majority appeared willing to accept the tale.

She was also grateful to see how their numbers had swelled in the passing rotations. More and more loyal members of the New Republic had arrived.  

So long as even a few were still willing to fight for what was right, she knew victory was possible.

“First of all, Chancellor,” said Admiral Stazi, and there was reluctant hesitation in his voice, “while we’ve acknowledged you as the rightful leader of our Republic, there are certain . . . realities to consider.”

“Interim Chancellor. And you mean like how we’re fighting a war, and I’ve never served in the military,” said Jacen drolly, crossing his arms and leaning back.

Which was not to say he could not fight. Leia was well aware that none of the older Spectres would have let him out of their sights otherwise. 

“No worries there. While I expect to be informed and involved, I’ve no compunction on delegating how to actually fight the war to you and Admiral Ackbar.” 

An approving stir went through the officers, and Gial humbly accepted this honour. Beside him, Colonel Aftab Ackbar, another pleasant surprise who had arrived two rotations beforehand, patted his father on the back in congratulations.

The Twi’lek-Human hybrid followed up by giving a bow of his head towards Leia. “And you Leia, well, you’re pretty much the only other statesmen I’ve got, so I’ve definitely a load of work for you if you’re interested.”

“Always the charmer,” Leia said dryly, unsurprised by this.

Of course in reality she no longer had her people’s support as a senator, so that was going to be interesting.   

He had also deftly sidestepped the conundrum of her rank by addressing her so personally. Granted, they were friends enough for him to get away from it, except she had been the general and leader of the Resistance before it had been folded back into the New Republic. Now she had no civilian title, while still effectively being promoted, while attaching her legitimacy to his own.

For all his conviction, Jacen remained a cunning, savvy man when properly motivated. Along with all the underhandedness befitting a family of Rebels. 

Nonetheless, Leia was glad to see him all the same. She was much more comfortable putting herself under his authority than Admiral Stazi, even with Gial vouching for the Duro.

“I recommend that Admiral Ackbar oversee the grand logistics,” said Admiral Stazi, “and train up future recruits, while me and my task force focus more upon direct combat.”

Which was what the Mon Calamari had essentially already been doing. A predictable if imminently rational decision, given how both Gial’s age, and his priceless expertise, were currently too valuable to carelessly risk in a frontline command.

A description which described far too many of her own officers, herself included. Too many of the old guard who had recognised what was coming, and trusted her enough from their old days in the Rebel Alliance. Or they were still young enough to be full of burning passion and belief in a better galaxy.

It was a shame Poe was absent, but it was not her place to pull him into this. If anything, her doing so would damage his reputation in the long run; it would be too easy for people to dismiss him as too rash, and advancing solely upon her nepotism, rather than his own talents.

“I agree if you give me Vice-Admiral Holdo,” said Gial. “Her unorthodox approach will be necessary.”

“Granted.”

“Pleasure to be working with you, Gial,” smiled Leia’s old friend. Amilyn’s purple hair and dress, very much out of place amongst all the uniforms, yet she had always indeed been an unorthodox one. Knowing she would be away from the fighting was a guilty relief for Leia, even if she knew Amilyn was privately disappointed.

“Very good,” smiled Jacen. “Now, for starters, what can you tell me about the war, and our preparations?”

Obligingly, a hologram of the First Order’s pre-Starkiller territory was brought up, with the three-dimensional image also displaying the New Republic and what territories were directly under First Order control.

“As things stand,” began Gial, “without concentrated opposition, the First Order will control all major systems within weeks. However, I am skeptical to believe they can maintain this for long. Given what intelligence we do have about the First Order, they can’t have the logistical base or population to truly maintain covering the entire galaxy in fleets like they claim.”

“A lightning strike to seize the Republic in a single, short campaign, while presenting an air of invincibility,” said Admiral Ushos O. Statura as it all clicked together for him. No surprise given he was Leia’s former head of procurement and logistics. “Every military desires that, but you’re implying they’re dependent upon that.”

“Precisely,” nodded Gial. “A more prolonged campaign, with us targeting key strategic points, should hopefully grind their entire offensive to a halt. How this will pay out in practice, we’ll have to just see.”

Given the man’s own strategic expertise, everyone in the room was confident he was at least mostly correct about it.

“Thank you, Admiral Ackbar,” acknowledged Jacen. “Where do you want to start with this debrief?”

“Well, to begin, recruitment is small, if still constantly trickling in,” said Gial, as another gesture brought up an order of battle of their available fleet units.

“Mostly light units and snubfighters,” said Aftab, picking up his cue, “but also some MC95 Star Cruisers.” The young colonel had in fact, with his father’s support behind him, been instrumental in that.

“Using contacts, we’ve also acquired several Rebellion-era Nebulon frigates, and similar craft, from various defense fleets.

The massive and greatly lamented demilitarisation had left a lot of military-grade, if aged, hardware kicking around.

“Mostly X-wings, I see,” noted Jacen, and there was that familiar glint in his eye.

Luke, this Luke, clearly recognised it as well. “They’re amazing,” he grinned. “Jedi don’t do attachment, but I might make an exception for those designs. Especially for how many more torpedoes are put aboard.”

“Ah, you’re indeed a true connoisseur,” lit up Jacen. “One of the best parts of being on the military committees was being able to justify letting me and my mom fly all the latest models with all their new bells and whistles to try them out. For the good of the New Republic, obviously.”

“Obviously,” agreed the Jedi Master with an air of serenity absolutely nobody present believed. Some more reluctantly than others, yet given how hard Mara was rolling her eyes beside him it was undeniable.

Such an interesting relationship there.

Coughing into his fist, Admiral Stazi took back control of the meeting. “On a related note, several squads of snubfighter units are so new they’re straight from the factories. We haven’t been able to do as much as we’d like against the First Order yet while they’re recovering from losing Starkiller, but we managed at least to liberate those.” He smirked. “After all, we did pay for them. Even if that was the least we could do. Although I’d like to touch upon that broader issue later.”

“I see,” acknowledged Jacen, a tad abashed. He raked another lightning-quick yet experienced glance at the display; as befitting a child who had literally grown up aboard Home One itself. “And these?” he inquired, gesturing at what looked like light freighters, except they were not grouped in the logistics category.

“A little project of mine,” said Luke, shooting the images in question a lingering look. That had been an unexpected contribution of his, with him citing his version of Wedge getting caught up in something called the ‘Bacta War.’ “One of the raids we’ve managed up to now left us with a surplus number of proton torpedoes and launchers, which we’ve installed upon those freighters.”

Seeing the concern on Jacen’s face, Luke acknowledged the obvious, “They’re not as fast or defended as a proper military vehicle; they’re all punch with nothing left for themselves. However, with their missiles locked to a snubfighter’s targeting system for concentrated fire, they can deliver a heavy punch. Their crews are small, and their objective is simply to get the missile ships to the battle, and then evacuate in shuttles. We’re still working on programming together the droids who will take over afterwards, including for the actual missile launch.”

“That’s . . . a surprise from you,” said Jacen, tone carefully guarded.

In response, Luke shrugged apologetically. “I don’t really like it either, and we’ll probably lose a lot of them. But unlike when a friend of mine used this tactic, we don’t have a lot of trusted pilots available. Maybe later, if it works, we can adapt to something different.”

The piloting issue was not what had caught Jacen’s attention though, Leia knew.

He’s surprised to see you taking on that sort of role in the military. It’s not what my brother would have done; not after he resigned his commission. It’s closer to that of the generals of the Clone Wars.

No one elaborated further however, and Gial and Admiral Stazi took back up the thread.

“Scouts under Major Ematt have been sent out to several proposed worlds to reconnoiter them for future bases.”

Several old Rebel Alliance places were being put to work for that, their locations never officially being put on file. As a precaution. Something Leia herself had been guilty of, such as the world Crait which she had provided Admiral Stazi.

She was still keeping Ajan Kloss in reserve.

More and more information unfolded, as other officers presented their respective fields of expertise. 

During this, Leia continued to assess everyone present, even as long experience allowed her to effortlessly soak in all the facts being laid out. It seemed that for all that Luke was paying close attention, Mara was doing the same as she was.

“Forgive me, Admiral Stazi,” Jacen interjected with a frown after the meeting had lasted about an hour. “While I’m very glad to hear what preparations have been made to strengthen the Fleet, I haven’t truly heard anything about going on the offensive yet. Nothing about an intended target.”

That was a mistake, Leia mentally sighed, as the entire room crackled with sudden tension.

Frustration showed upon Admiral Stazi’s face as he bit back whatever he was about to say. Discipline held firm however, as he said, “I’m aware of that, sir. Just as I’m aware of how many worlds are flocking to show their bellies to the First Order, or deserting each other to flee to supposed neutrality despite how if they had any sense they’d know what that’ll eventually lead them to. All the while taking in as many of the remaining Fleet units they can to defend themselves, instead of supplying and unifying those very ships to defend the Republic as a collective whole!”

Some of his inner feelings still leaked through. Moreover, Leia could sense the sheer titanic rage within the man.

Releasing a sigh, Stazi shook his head and with some struggle pushed away as much of it as he could manage. “I appreciate that too much of the galaxy is sick and exhausted of war. To the point that they’ll embrace peace at any price, even if it’s just that in name. And that there are those who are simply unsuited for fighting.”

Gaze hardening in an unspoken challenge towards Jacen, he said unflinchingly, “But that’s why we have soldiers.”

A rumble of agreement echoed through the room.

Leia, Luke, and Mara faded into the background, carefully noncommittal.

“I do understand, sir, that we need to strike back. To prove hope is still alive. So as to keep us from losing more systems and sectors, and bring more back into the fold. However, that said, if we engage their key fleets or task forces at this stage in pitched battle, we’ll be throwing the lifeforms under my command to their deaths. Which will not inspire the rest of the New Republic to rise up.”

“. . . My apologies for any offense I gave,” said Jacen solemnly into the heavy silence. “I let my inexperience and impatience get the better of me.”

“. . . None taken, sir. It’s been a trying time for all of us. And,” a rueful look settled upon the Duro, “I admit part of the problem we’re having is choosing a target.”

“I beg your pardon?” asked Jacen, now a little confused.

Releasing a sigh, Admiral Stazi adjusted the holoprojector to bring back up the map of the First Order. “We’re not sure where to hit them exactly. Part of the problem is intelligence hasn’t yet pinned down the best target, and the other is the consequence destroying Starkiller Base has had on their hierarchy.”

“You’re saying there’s too much chaos on their end?” hazarded Jacen. “You’re not sure who’s in charge so we know who to kill?” 

“Something like that. Among their casualties was Phasma, the head of their Stormtrooper Corps, and apparently one of their leading triumvirate directly under Snoke. With her death, what will the repercussions be to their leadership? Especially as it appears there is no clear successor to her.”

A fact which Leia admittedly made her biased into suspecting was deliberate on Phasma’s part, to ensure none of her own subordinates became ambitious.  

“Their morale appears intact though, despite such a devastating loss,” continued the admiral. “In the meantime, we’ve acquired—”

“Rescued,” interrupted Leia.

“. . . Yes, rescued, a stormtrooper formerly assigned to their flagship, and our first real insight into their military structure. It’s slow going there though, as he’s still overcoming his indoctrination. An astromech unit also made a massive download of their databases from Starkiller Base; so massive in fact, and so unorganised on their end, that the sheer volume is preventing us from properly sorting through it, even with Droid assistance.”

Nonplussed, Jacen said, “Your problem is that you have too much valuable intelligence.”

“It’s not valuable if you can’t use it. Yet,” said Leia. This was her field now. “Especially since we’ve yet to identify any major First Order bases of operations we can use to our advantage. We can hit their fleets to some degree, but we need to guarantee our first public battle’s a victory. We know of worlds like Kuat and other key Centrist worlds of course, except if we hit them . . .”

As she trailed off, Jacen rubbed the bridge of his nose. “It’ll seem like a retaliatory strike for them leaving, against civilian targets, rather than hitting a plainly obvious military objective.”

“As I noted,” said Gial, “the First Order should’ve over-extended itself by striking as it has to cover as much of the Republic as possible. They cannot have the industrial capacity to maintain this in the face of further losses. Especially not with Starkiller Base, and the resources it must have taken to build, and how pivotal it was to their strategy. However, we know nothing of their bases of operations aside from those Centrist worlds. Whatever they possess within the Unknown Regions is a mystery to us.”

“I see.” Jacen pushed aside his feelings on the matter thanks to what Leia recognised as a Jedi technique, and focused upon both her and Stazi; eyes bouncing back and forth while intently assessing them for the slightest tell. “And then what of the simple solution: Snoke? Cut off the head and see the beast die like the Empire did. What about simply killing him?”

“Oh, if I knew where he was, nothing would give me more pleasure,” ground out Admiral Stazi. “Well, maybe putting him on trial.”

“I’ll just kill him,” said Leia, and she took a trickle of smug pleasure at how many hardened veterans flinched at whatever they heard in her tone.

Also ruffled, Jacen looked at her intensely. “Well then, I guess my first question should be, who is this Snoke?”

“What precisely do you mean?” she asked. Not stalling, merely wanting to narrow down the topic.

“Anything,” he said flatly with a raised eyebrow. “As far as I know, Republic Intelligence had nothing on him, and he was a total unknown. From what I know of the period of the Empire’s collapse, I would've imagined the First Order being led by someone like Grand Admiral Sloane. Instead we have someone who was apparently also entirely unknown to the Empire itself, except all the old loyalists to it, or the newer generation, rallied to him.”

She knew that Admiral Stazi was staring at her as well, having previously caught her reticence on the subject.

Squeezing her eyes shut for a few breaths, Leia finally and bitterly admitted, “I don’t know.”

“You—”

Opening her eyes, the youngster cut himself off at whatever he saw inside them. “I’ve devoted every resource I can imagine, and I don’t know who he is beyond the two facts that he’s Force Sensitive, and that he somehow ensnared my son.”

Through the Force she knew Ben had survived the destruction of Starkiller Base.

“. . . I beg your pardon?” managed a stunned Jacen. “What do you mean about your son? Ben Solo?” Comprehension snapped into place, and the scoundrel retreated before a politician’s mask. Or perhaps a gambler’s one. “Kylo Ren. The man walking around like he’s Darth Vader reborn.”

She blinked. “You didn’t know?”

“There were rumours, but I’d dismissed them,” answered Admiral Stazi instead. Murmurs circulated around from those new to her, while the members of what had formerly been the Resistance maintained a stony, loyal silence.

“Same here,” said Jacen. Peering at her, “I’m sorry, and I don’t mean to drag out more . . .” He trailed off as even his politician’s reserve deserted him.

“Given how my reveal as Darth Vader’s daughter cost me my seat and career,” she said with a touch of humour which was entirely false. “No need to dance around it. The unfortunate truth is that there’s no avoiding it any longer; you need to know what you’re facing.”

Plus . . . as much as it galled her, Leia was unable to deny the degree to which silence and secrets had given rise to this tragedy which was her family. Or at least some of those secrets.

Brows furrowed, Leia said, “I can only speculate that certain parties covered that up within the Republic. Because they should’ve known.”

As further speculation was pointless, she continued on with, “My son, Ben, was born extremely strong in the Force. What I’ve determined in hindsight unfortunately, was that from a young age, Snoke was whispering within Ben’s mind. Quietly and seductively, corrupting him. When Ben went to study with Luke, this was negated, but then the reveal about Darth Vader was released.”

She took no shame at grimacing at this, and various winces went around the room.

“Beforehand, we’d always told him that Anakin Skywalker had been a hero, and so he took the news poorly. It damaged the trust between us.”

“Because it was a truth from a certain point of view,” said Luke neutrally, except she still felt the judgment from him, however hidden, through the Force.

Furious indignation burned through her at the unspoken accusation.

How dare he!?

Howdarehecomehereallholierthanthou—

None of her thoughts were allowed upon her face, as she quietly said, “Yes.”

Luke leaned backwards, studying her. Everyone else in the room caught the awkward air there, even if they knew better than to comment.

Using a lifetime of practice, Leia set aside her anger so she could channel it properly.

She had made mistakes; there was no doubting that. Some she regretted more than others, but they had all in their own way contributed to her son’s downfall here.

Although, how had her counterpart handled similar circumstances?

A Vision had made her decide to stop her Jedi training, yet what if that had been a mistake? What if it had been inaccurate? Luke, her Luke, had tried to argue that the Force was always in motion, what you saw was never guaranteed. While in the end he had accepted her decision, how might things have gone if she had been a proper Jedi?

Being both a Jedi and a politician had honestly never truly occurred to her. They had always been two separate things in her mind.

More importantly, given that knowing look on Mara’s face, Leia would wager that the younger women had caught Leia’s careful omission after all.

That she had sensed Snoke reaching out to Ben before he had gone to Luke.

Sensed and known . . . and told no one.

Because she was too concerned, no, afraid, of how people would judge Ben for it when already they did that for all his emotional outbursts with the Force. Making people more afraid of him would have made things worse!

Except it had also left Luke unprepared, and Han unaware of the true peril of things.

Meeting the couple’s judging looks, she raised a challenging eyebrow, and neither pushed her further on the subject.

For now at least.

To the room at large, she simply said, “For me, I wanted nothing to do with the spectre of Vader, and Bail and Breha Organa had always been my true parents. Bringing up the full truth of Anakin Skywalker involved too many painful memories for me to want to delve into.”

“. . . I see,” said Jacen awkwardly. “And Starkiller Base—” he began, only to abort it. From the ruffle of air she knew someone had made a sharp gesture to stop him. A bubble of indignation was subsumed by her cold weariness at the knowledge of what had happened there.

She did not want to think about it.

“Ah, so,” rallied Jacen, “should we take it then that Snoke’s a very powerful wielder of the Force, and that Ben, or Kylo Ren as he now regards himself, is his heir?”

“Yes, and most likely. Or at least Ben believes he is,” said Leia, feeling grateful to be back on firmer ground, even if she knew how temporary it could be. “The death of Phasma means that he and General Hux are the next senior-most members, and from everything we’ve gathered, the First Order’s rife with the same internal strife of the Empire, meaning we can expect conflict between them. Probably Snoke playing them against each other. But again that’s speculation; for all Snoke’s power and authority, too much of him remains shrouded in shadow. I doubt even the majority of the First Order’s own leadership knows anything about him.”

“Hmm, that very secrecy might be something to exploit,” offered Jacen. “Fermenting paranoia and dissent based upon their ignorance of him.”

“Especially since that’s most likely correct about the First Order’s leadership,” threw in Mara, contributing more for the first time. “Too many greedy and ambitious officers, with Snoke pitting not just his two top lieutenants against one another, but effectively all of them. Telling them it keeps them sharp, while really it’s to keep them from rising up against him. In the case of Kylo and Hux though, they’re probably trying to recapture the competitive if still cooperative nature of Vader and Tarkin’s relationship.”

“Precisely,” agreed Leia. Ah, how she wished she had met this woman in kinder times; she had a feeling they would get along splendidly.

Something else to be admittedly jealous of the other-Leia about.

“It does raise the question of how responsible Solo is for his actions,” said Stazi’s flagship captain, Jaius Yorub. Visibly concerned, at the questioning looks he received, looking at Leia specifically, he elaborated, “If he’s been effectively groomed like that from such a young age . . .”

“The way that the Dark Side can twist one’s perceptions of things, including memories, hardly helps,” said Luke sadly.

Not the sort of support she was looking for, but she could still use it.

“I daresay though that after years of sweet words, he’s suddenly going to discover Snoke out of patience after such a failure,” said Leia carefully. “I rather imagine that faced with true failure for the first time, my son’s being confronted with the bleak, painful truth of the Dark Side and those who follow it. Hopefully that will make it less enticing to remain.”

“We also have to consider the consequences if the First Order reveals his identity,” said Amilyn with a worried frown. “It could cause further scandal.”

Without inflection, Leia said. “We’ll have to release that ourselves for the sake of damage control.”

“Yes, we will,” said Jacen, rubbing his face, “but first we’re going to return to his own crimes, and his degree of guilt.” Lowing his hand, he stared Leia, a living legend who was like an aunt to him, head-on and said, “He’s twenty-nine and not a child anymore. You understand that we have to treat him like an enemy combatant.”

It was not a question.

“We’d all prefer he was brought in alive, but even then, he’ll have to answer for his culpability for Starkiller Base for starters. To stand trial. There though, the nature of his circumstances would certainly be considered.”

“I see,” said Leia, still giving nothing away.

Or so she hoped.

“To say nothing of how he was always a priority target,” continued Jacen, “only now it sounds like he’s more of Snoke’s heir.”

“Given the nature of the Dark Side, that’s likely true,” agreed Luke.

“And we’ll also need to understand the role the Jedi will play in this conflict,” said Leia, ruthlessly changing the subject.

Many caught what she had done, yet they remained too curious themselves about the answer to contest it.

Which was all she could hope for right now.

To see how things developed, and how she could save her precious, baby boy.

Even from himself.

Unamused, Luke nonetheless nodded in agreement, straightening slightly in his chair. “Truth be told, because I feel that full honesty is necessary here,” he paused, spreading his hands apologetically, “I don’t know.”

A fragile, bitter silence fell.

“I—what?” asked a confounded Jacen.

“I don’t know what role exactly the Jedi will play in this war. When I fought for the Rebel Alliance, I did so more as another pilot, and then a commander. A gifted one, or gifted pilot at least, but less as a Jedi,” elaborated Luke. “That said, I also didn’t really know what it meant at the time to be a Jedi either. Eventually, back home, I resigned my commission and stepped back to focus more on being a Jedi. I started up my Praxeum to teach others to be a Jedi after the war with the Empire was largely won, leaving the rest to the New Republic military.”

There was something about the implied timing there which Leia had to be careful not to be distracted by. She would work it out later.

“In later conflicts, I only intervened when Dark Side users were involved. But even then, they only ever had a fraction of Palpatine’s pre-Endor strength and resources. Plus, I knew where they were, how to get to them, which made things . . .” he trailed off as he sought the right word.

“Uncomplicated,” supplied Mara. “Or they were genocidal lunatics like the Yevetha who just needed to be stopped. Again, uncomplicated.”

“Exactly,” agreed Luke softly. “This will be far more than that; a galaxy spanning civil conflict, where even if we win, we risk seeing civilization as we know it torn down. I know how to handle that as a Rebel and later Republic officer, and that’s how I’ve been acting. But how to act during this war as a Jedi, well, I’m still trying to figure that out myself.”

Giving a long exhale, Mara shook her head with her arms crossed. “And given Snoke, one way or another to some degree there’s going to need to be a Jedi response.”

“. . . I appreciate your candidness,” said Jacen eventually after he had processed that. “I confess, we were probably all hoping you’d take up a role like the Generals of the Clone Wars. My father was a commander then.”

“One of the very first things Obi-Wan taught me was, ‘For over a thousand generations the Jedi Knights were the guardians of peace and justice in the Old Republic.’ Except—” and here Luke’s smile turned rather sardonic, “those aren’t things readily found in war, are they?”

Unspoken as well was how things had turned out for the Jedi the Clone Wars as well.

“But what about the Master Skywalker of this reality?” interjected one of the ship captains whose name Leia had not learnt yet. Sternly, the Muun elaborated, “What would he do?”

“I don’t know; especially as a Jedi,” said Luke apologetically, and even sounded genuine. “We’re two very different people, with very different experiences. For instance, I was able to find surviving Jedi and records from the Old Republic, but it appears he had to rediscover a lot of it on his own.”

“I see,” said Jacen sagely without actually saying anything.

 “For now though, if it’s alright with you, I’d like to continue in my present role helping Admiral Stazi with his snubfighter pilots, and training Rey. With us exploring the matter further at a later date?”

“That sounds entirely fine to me,” said Jacen with renewed joviality. “And you, Jedi Mara?”

Bright-green eyes glittered, and her smile was slightly too sharp, as Mara said, “I’m currently working with Intelligence.”

“You’ve previous experience?” asked Jacen, a little surprised.

“I served the Empire before it fell as one of Palpatine’s agents,” said Mara, ignoring the predictable exclamations of surprise. “Despite being Force Sensitive, I didn’t handle anything your Inquisitors did. When I found myself out of work, I ended up working for a freelance intelligence broker as his second-in-command,” Her good humour dimmed, as she sardonically said, “A few years away from my old life gave me a new perspective, as did my encounters with Luke. One thing led to another, and here I am as a recognised Jedi.”

“An intelligence broker?” gasped one of the various officers who had been fawning over her this entire time as a Jedi.

“The best,” said Mara proudly. However, Leia took note of how thin her smile was at the insinuation. “And someone who helped save the New Republic more times than you’ll be comfortable hearing.”

A rueful chuckle escaped Luke in acknowledgment of the jab. “True. True.”

“We’ll want a more detailed briefing about your past,” Admiral Stazi sternly informed her.

“It’s fairly common knowledge with the New Republic government back home, so why not,” she said lightly back. Not that anyone here could truly verify her story, and she knew it.

“Regardless, those do indeed sound like solid credentials,” said Jacen with good cheer, to which everyone else made obligatory sounds of agreement.

Some were obviously still skeptical despite this, yet Leia could see the brimming confidence in the pair.

She had to admit, as much as she had mixed feelings, very mixed, about what they represented, she was also very much looking forward to whatever they pulled off next.  

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Supremacy

*Pt-ting*

Pain seared up and down Kylo Ren’s side with every step. Mostly in the knee which his prosthetic foreleg was freshly attached to, yet the raw nerves carried it upwards as well. The medics had warned the aching would continue for some time until his body adjusted.

*Pt-ting*

From his lessons, he drew strength from that fiery sensation as he burned away weakness. Harnessed it for greater power and commitment to the cause he had dedicated himself to; a mere taste of what he imagined his grandfather must have once endured.

*Pt-ting*

The prosthetic itself was . . . cruder than he had anticipated; shaped to resemble a skeleton’s foot. Undeniably a punishment from the Supreme Leader. It was surely no coincidence that his new leg was formed so he could not put a boot over it, making his every movement ring with the sound of metal against metal on these decks.

*Pt-ting*

Another challenge for him to overcome.

*Pt-ting*

As was the fact that due to the difference in measurements, when he took his sole boot off, one leg was now longer than the other, producing a new limp as he had to walk on an angle. Even when he is free to relax, and after his body will eventually have properly healed, there will be no escaping the reminder of his failure. Forever. 

*Pt-ting*

Of what hesitation had cost him.  

*Pt-ting*

At last he reached his destination: his proper place before the Supreme Leader himself.

The difference in weight, and the strain of putting that leg down, made kneeling uncomfortable. A rippling, raw feeling of phantom knives trying to tear off his new limb; altogether different than the previous pain, obliging him to adjust his Force technique.

Staring at the ground through his helmet, he waited to be acknowledged. As was Snoke’s way, he was not kept waiting. Master Skywalker would have kept him waiting, claiming it was to teach patience while really a childish attempt to exert authority over his nephew; a nephew he feared.

“How’s your wound?” asked Supreme Leader Snoke, and despite everything, Kylo felt his heart unclench —however slightly— at the demonstration of concern. It reminded him of when they had first met face to face.

“It’s nothing,” he assured him.

“Hmm,” grunted Snoke. Through the upper peripheral of his visor, Kylo watched Snoke’s feet as he pushed himself up from his throne. He envisioned the man towering over all the Humans in the room, face scarred and back hunched from wounds Skywalker had dealt him years ago. Nonetheless, the sheer commanding presence left no doubts as to whom the Supreme Leader was. A reminder of how much more Kylo had to learn.

Everything shattered apart from there.

“The mighty Kylo Ren,” said Snoke as he stepped forward down the pedestal. “When I found you, ahh, I saw what all masters live to see. Raw, untamed power. And beyond that, something truly special. The potential of your bloodline.” As he came to a stop just a few steps away, Kylo caught a glimpse of Snoke gesturing at him as he proclaimed, “A new . . . Vader.”

Unease settled though. This . . . This was not like their previous conversations.

Through the Force he could feel the disappointment and contempt radiating from the powerful alien who was not yet done.  

“Now, I fear . . . I was mistaken.”

Gut clenching at the condemnation, Kylo dared to raise his head and stare his master in the eye.

“I've given everything I have to you,” voice distorted by his vocabulator. “To the Dark Side.”

Ignoring him, voice low and dangerous, Snoke commanded, “Take that ridiculous thing off.”

Under that glare he only briefly hesitated in complying, disengaging the locks to remove his helmet and set it aside. He knew how sallow his appearance was, the bags under his eyes, and shamefully kept his gaze downcast.

“Yes, there it is,” said Snoke softly. “You have too much of your father's heart in you, young Solo.”

At that accusation, that insult, Kylo snapped his head up to angrily say, “I stabbed Han Solo. I would’ve killed him.” Dismissively, Snoke turned away, so he threw in, “When the moment came I didn't hesitate.”

“And look at you,” snapped Snoke, whirling back around with rising fury. “The attempt split your spirit to the bone. You were too focused on Han Solo that you missed the man who betrayed us both, and when you fought Skywalker you were unbalanced! The Knights of Ren were abandoned by their leader and slaughtered around you! Instead of taking your rightful vengeance, your weakness and insecurity may have cost us everything! Reduced you to nothing!”

Shock and betrayal pushed Kylo to his feet, his rising anger making it a smooth motion with no concern for the agony in his leg. Cloak cast aside to fight.

To which he was met with ample demonstration of why he remained only the learner.

In a casual display of power, Force Lightning erupted from Snoke’s fingers despite still being held relaxed at his sides. The blue lighting ricocheted off the floor to bowl Kylo off his feet and helpless onto his back. Stunned surprise kept him still, the hot pain itself inconsequential, with just the slight sizzle of burning fabric.

A warning to know his place.

Distantly he noted the red-armoured figures of the Praetorian Guard brandishing their weaponry. 

“Skywalker lives! The seed of the Jedi Order lives, and already, he’s replaced you!” At another gesture, Snoke’s protectors relaxed and resumed their posts as he went back up his daises, while Kylo pushed himself to sit upright. “So long as he and his new Jedi persevere, hope lives in the galaxy. With your dear, precious mother scurrying around in the shadows, doing all she can to fan the flames of it, rallying beings to her side.”

Sitting down upon his throne, the Supreme Leader was weary, disappointed, and still angry. “I thought you would be the one to snuff it out. Alas, you're no Vader. You're just a child . . . in a mask.”

All Kylo Ren could do was sit there, struggling to keep his emotions contained, well aware he was still shaking in the struggle to repress them.

“We’ve no idea where they’ve hidden themselves,” continued Snoke with a sneer. “But when we do, you’ll be given another chance to prove yourself otherwise. In preparation, you’ll be given support to aid you in killing Skywalker when we find him and the other Jedi. Elite troopers to overwhelm them. While waiting, with Phasma gone, prove to me you can at least train them up further.

“Go.”

At the brusque dismissal, Kylo pulled himself up as gracefully as possible to make his leave. As he headed to the elevator, his helmet shot from the floor to smack into his hand by his side. Surprised, he fumbled for it before holding on, and did not look back.

*Pt-ting*

As soon as the door closed, he automatically set for another floor, trying to breathe through the choking sensation he felt.

How—!? Why—!? He’d done everything Snoke had ever asked of him! He had always been the only one to understand him! Even when he was pathetic Ben Solo!

It was Skywalker! To survive that monster was an accomplishment!

Especially when my training’s incomplete! Instead of offering more of it, of trusting me to handle Skywalker, he insults me by dumping a bunch of mundane grunts upon me! What good will the likes of them serve except as a meager distraction against a proper Jedi?

Releasing a long breath to center himself, he held up his helmet, molded after his grandfather, to study it.

Shifting his grip so his fist was inside, he punched it into the wall with a grunt of rage. The only way he had to express, release, his feelings.

Gazing a long moment at the dent from the single, he then resumed it.

Again and again until all that was left of it and what it represented was a pile of scrap.

The doors swished open, and the officers waiting for him snapped to attention.

“Bring every bit of intelligence about the Resistance,” he snapped before stalking away.

 *Pt-ting*

Especially about the girl.

*Pt-ting*

She’s the key to it all.

*Pt-ting*

I’ll find her. Save her from Master Skywalker.

*Pt-ting*

Show her the power of the Dark Side. Show her the lies of the Jedi.  

*Pt-ting*

Then we’ll kill Skywalker together, and the First Order will be triumphant.

*Pt-ting*

We’ll go before Snoke, and the Supreme Leader, and I’ll show him he wasn’t wrong in showing me the truth of the Force. The Jedi. He’ll remember I’m not a mistake.  

*Pt-ting*

A voice whispered in his ear too much like Han Solo, “If you fail him again, what’ll he do next? He’s using you.”

*Pt-ting*

No! raged Kylo. Snoke was never wrong! Never!

Except even he could tell that he was not as confident in that belief as he had been before this disastrous meeting. 

*Pt-ting*

Chapter Text

“Okay, people, the party’ll be here any minute,” said Commander Poe Dameron, feeling eager and ready within the cockpit of his X-Wing, a starscape before him. “Let’s show them what we’re made of.”

Down below was a planet with a Resistance Base, hurrying to get everyone aboard the transports. He and his people’s mission was to make sure they got away, and thanks to their briefing, they knew company was coming.

“Planetary evacuation is still underway,” reported Jessika ‘Jess’ Pava, the lieutenant acting as his current number two. “At least a few more minutes.”

The reminder made him scowl at the thought of how Snap and Karé were grounded after destroying Starkiller Base, and under investigation. Meanwhile, the rest of them had been frozen out of the high-and-mighty, important planning meetings for the fleet despite what they had accomplished before with the Resistance.

Well, today Black Squadron would prove what they were capable of!

“Copy that,” he acknowledged. Knowing they had that handled, Poe made some final adjustments to his console to further accommodate the modifications to his snubfighter for this mission.

The rest of the squads with them reported in their readiness as well, all anticipating a fight very shortly.

Before him, three First Order Star Destroyers snapped back into realspace, and a few seconds later, a First Order Mandator IV-class Siege Dreadnought appeared in the centre of their formation. He noted how the three smaller ships were slightly ahead of the fleet-killer, flanking it in a triangle, with the ‘bottom’ two in particular covering the massive ventral-cannons.

No problem there, he grinned, as that’s not our target.

. . . Okay, that’s slightly a problem, he conceded as all four capital ships disgorged their TIEs. Even worse, the First Order was clearly aiming for the transports first over the planet. Going after those who can actually run, and the evacuation ships can’t go to hyperspace. Still, we can do this! It’ll just be a little harder, that’s all.

All on his own he flew straight towards the enemy task force, guns and shields hot, and hopelessly outclassed. “You all set, Beebee-ate?”

His friend and co-pilot beeping his concerns, and Poe gave a little chuckle, and said, “Happy beeps here, buddy, come on.” Flicking a series of switches, he locked shut the s-foils, and made further adjustments for his daring little plan. “We’ve pulled crazier stunts than this.”

He flicked open the comm, and went, “Attention. This is Commander Poe Dameron of the Republic Fleet, I have an urgent communiqué for your commander.”

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Looking up from his console, the officer said, “Sir?”

Blandly, the dreadnought commander said, “A single snubfighter wouldn’t be offering their surrender. Destroy it.

“Keep two squadrons present for escort, and send the rest of the TIEs to attack the transports and escorts. Be sure they sweep in from the sides so as to not be hit by the capital ships when we enter range.”

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Biting back a curse, Poe swerved and dodged around the sudden turbolaser fire from the oncoming fleet. It was taking all of his considerable talent to remain alive, and even the slightest nick was taking a dent out of his shield strength.

Then a certain digital bar went green, and he yelled, “Beebee-ate, punch it!”

On the back of his craft, a high-performance sublight thruster ignited, rocketing them back forward so fast the inertial dampeners nearly failed even as he was pressed tightly against his seat.

The enemy gunners failed to compensate in time, and he swept right through their overlapping fire and in the free straight at the dreadnought. In scant seconds he had crossed the distance, and was upon his lumbering prey.

 “Who-hoo! That’s got a kick!” he cheered as he snapped back to regular speeds. Eager and ready, he opened his s-foils and began firing at the dorsal turrets with feather-light adjustments of his control stick.

“Alright, taking out the cannons now. Tallie, start your approach.”

“Copy that,” responded the head of their bomber squads over the radio.

His ship shuddered from enemy fire, and he threw his craft into a loop to escape howling TIEs right on his tail. A whole squadron of them just for him.

At Beebee-ate’s nervous chirps, he called back, “Yeah, yeah, I see them!”

While still dodging the rest of the turrets.

Grunting, he swooped around and shot down another one, before doing a hard brake and spun to come around blast one-no-two TIEs into fireballs.

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“Hmm,” hummed the enemy commander. “I see. Have the escorting ventral star destroyers come up alongside us, and fire across the dorsal axis. Cutting turbolaser strength to one-tenth to ease any friendly fire. Lower the dreadnought’s elevation to speed the process.”

“Yes, sir.”

His main focus however was upon the sight of the slow, lumbering, and oncoming bombers with their fighter escorts.

“Time to fire the main cannons?”

“Forty-five seconds.”

“Commence long-range fire upon those bombers with the rest of the turbolasers. Have the main cannon target and fire upon the main transport the moment it’s ready.”

“Yes, sir.”

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Swallowing another curse at the rising bulks coming up port and starboard of the dreadnought, Poe dived down to hug the hull of it. It kept him clear of that, yet he still had all those TIEs on his tail.

A slight pressure, and another surface cannon blew up, but he knew he was running short on time.

“Poe!” cried out Tallie over the comms. “We’re taking heavy fire from the destroyers! We’re—” she cut off.

Stomach dropping, Poe threw away caution to come up and down in an arching dive to escape more TIEs, needled through a sensor array so that another TIE was destroyed chasing too close on his tail, and nailed another turret while he swept by. “Okay, listen up, I—”

His seat shook and green splashed over his cockpit, and then everything went dark.

The ‘transparisteel canopy’ switched to black, with the blood red letters “DEAD” played out on the scream.

Punching it in frustration, Poe struggled momentarily with his restraints and hit the switch to get out.

Pulling himself out of the flight simulator, he saw more of Black, Cobalt, and the other squadron members slowly doing the same. A total wipe-out.

“What was that!?” he yelled, not even sure who he was yelling at or what he wanted.

“My question exactly,” said a cold voice behind him.

Whirling around, Poe’s hindbrain and hardwired academy training had him snapping out a salute before the rest of him caught up to what was going on.

Glaring at him, Admiral Stazi said, “What was that reckless excuse of a plan? All dependent upon the solo action of a single snubfighter without a wingman from start to finish? What in the Force did you hope to accomplish!?”

“I—” began Poe, only to be cut off.

“The only way that would’ve worked is if you were facing a novice so easily distracted they forgot the most elementary fleet maneuvers and preparations! Using the A-wings as bomber escorts stripped them of their speed, making them vulnerable, when they’d have at least been remotely justifiable in closing in on the dreadnought.”

“Sir,” tried Poe, “they weren’t good—”

“If that’d been a real engagement, you would’ve killed off your entire command with no meaningful results! Absolutely wasting their lives!”

That made Poe flinch, and Admiral Stazi slowly nodded. With less heat, he said, “You don’t want that on your conscience, Commander Dameron. I’ve read your file: you’re an unquestionably brilliant pilot, but your recklessness and solo behaviour was suited for the Resistance, not an actual military organisation.”

“Sir,” cut in Poe, “with all due respect, sir, that mission was unwinnable. Especially against a tactician like yourself. Sir.”

“Wrong on both points,” said Admiral Stazi flatly.

“Sir?”

“He means I was the one commanding the enemy fleet,” and oh well Poe can feel his jaw twitching at the arrival of Jedi Master Luke Skywalker himself. The man’s face was carefully neutral in a way which somehow only makes it worse; a sensation compounded by his following words. “Although it’s been quite some time since I last commanded a fleet, and I was only ever average at best.”  

“So as flattered as I am,” the admiral did not sound flattered, “my point still stands. As for being unbeatable . . . Rogue Squadron! You’re up!”

At approaching footsteps, Poe dared turn to see the lead squadron of the Indomitable. Led by the Weequay Commander Jhoram Bey. Behind the tall, broad man —unusual for the stereotype of a fighter jockey— came a mix-mash of other races. A dark-skinned Human woman and a muscular blonde male one. A female Mon Calamari, a male Klatooinian, and a mix of other races including even a Dug of all lifeforms. The Dug was totally smirking mockingly at Poe until he caught a warning look Bey shot over his shoulder.

They also gave sharp salutes which the admiral returned. Turning to the Jedi, he said, “Master Skywalker, your next group. They’ve received the same briefing, and didn’t witness the last performance. Let’s see if you do better this time as well.”

“Very well,” said Master Skywalker. 

/ * * \

* * * Legends Never Die * * *

\ * * /

From the observation deck, a hollow Poe watched it all play out, while trying his best to ignore how much his squadmates were struggling not to look at him.

Disdaining a direct fight, Commander Bey had ordered the bombers and transports into hyperspace. Instead of the cowardice that was Poe’s initial impression, Rogue Squadron had then gone to cover the evacuation shuttles, playing escort against swarms of TIEs until one of the transports popped back into realspace much nearby. It had been a close one getting the shuttles aboard while repelling TIEs even as long-range turbolaser fire plagued them, yet they had pulled it off. There had been losses, and the Dug, Lieutenant Andurgo, had been enough of a loose cannon that Poe felt Stazi had no room to criticize him.

Although he still kept a wingmate . . .

Pilots still ‘died,’ but nevertheless Rogue Squadron pulled it off, out-showing the best of the best of the Resistance in how it was done.  

/ * * \

* * * Legends Never Die * * *

\ * * /

Raddus

Later

As befitting their status of ‘heroes,’ Luke and Mara had been given their own private cabin, one large enough to move around comfortably within. Something neither of them objected to, as it provided not only an escape from the hero worship, but also further time to adjust to their new relationship.

There were two separate bunks, as they were both still slowly testing out their boundaries as a couple. Neither were blushing virgins of course, yet they had waited a decade before properly starting sorting out their feelings, and they were mutually willing to wait even longer to work out the rest.

Plus, it prevented the potential awkwardness of someone chiming at the door while they were both doing . . . naked sparring and wrestling. Proper close quarter combat training was an essential part of being a Jedi after all!

Of course, given who they were, instead of flowers and alcohol, their romantic time alone involved them continuing to be workaholics with a heavy dose of banter.

Honestly, this was a perfectly relaxing state of affairs really.

He was dividing his attention between making up scenario drills for the fighter squadrons, and making further plans for Rey’s training. The latter took up more of his focus, because she was truly burning through lessons at a pace that was risking going from ‘staggering’ to ‘unnerving’ at this rate.

Meanwhile, Mara was going through various intelligence reports, having finally started receiving what the ex-Resistance and current Republic forces had available on the First Order. She was not part of their actual decision making yet, having previously been receiving orientation on their methods, and testing out her analytical skills. Now, however, she was able to go over what they actually had available.

Luke raised his head as he felt her mounting frustration reverberate through their Force bond. “Anything I can do to help?”

“No,” she said, glaring at another flimsiplast. “They’d just try and recruit you in the vain hope you would uncover all the secrets of the First Order by closing your eyes and waxing proverbs. There’s nothing truly meaningful about their plans, infrastructure, occupied worlds, leadership, capital ships, or anything beyond small, system-level stuff!”

“Ah, that bad then,” he grimaced. 

That tone, and what she was feeling from him in turn with their shields down, made her put down her work, and give him an unimpressed look with her arms crossed. “Don’t start.”

“Don’t—what?”

“Don’t start getting frustrated again over how different this universe is to ours. Sure, they’ve almost no actually useful intelligence on the First Order beyond some local stuff, but it’s not like you can say the NRI back home’s much better.”

“Well,” he said, feeling defensive, “it—”

“Thrawn,” she said flatly, raising a hand as she started counting off. “As well as endangering you by sending you on solo intelligence runs during that time. The entire service compromised and blind during the Corellian Crisis. The Hutts and the Darksaber, with your head of intelligence going out on missions himself and getting killed. Various Dark Force user groups running about. The ‘reborn’ Emperor. A bunch of flight jockeys figuring out Zsinj’s schemes. Honestly, the only time I think they actually did their job was during the Black Fleet Crisis, while otherwise they’d have been better off just hiring Karrde full time.”

“That would kill off Ackbar and Fey’la with heart attacks,” said Luke, trying to inject some humour, only it fell flat.

Releasing a long breath and his emotions into the Force, he conceded she was right. It was the height of arrogance to assume their home universe was without flaw. Certainly he was not without flaw.

Seeing him settling down, Mara put down her work and came over to sit beside him on his bed, easing herself in close, head tucked into the hollow of his neck, and wrapping an arm around him. A display of genuine affection impossible for her to previously imagine granting. “It’s hard, I know,” she said softly. “Surreal really. But we’ll get through this.” Still, there was one thing that she felt she had to raise. “Is this about what Kylo Ren said to you about your counterpart?”

A small huff, almost a scoff, escaped him. “Not so much. I mean, it’s possible his accusations towards me were true, but we know how much the Dark Side can twist memories and perceptions. Even non-Force Sensitives can do it without any help when trying to justify whatever they’re doing. Especially since I’ve no idea what could’ve pushed me to try and kill him while he was still a student. Even if my counterpart discovered some sort of heinous crimes Ben had somehow committed while at their Jedi school, how did it escalate like that? Especially since he should’ve been strong and skilled enough to capture his nephew without resorting to ‘murder’ as Kylo Ren said. 

“So no, while I’ll keep it in mind, he’s not exactly a reliable witness.”

“Good to hear,” she said approvingly. A thought struck her, and she asked because she had to, “So does that mean you’re still thinking of redeeming your alternate nephew?”

It was no surprise to her, even if he had just days ago been doing his best to kill the younger man.

The way of a Jedi, Luke’s way of being a Jedi, was still firmly entrenched within trying to save those lost to the Dark Side. To at least offer a helping hand, regardless of what the consequences may be.

Whether or not Kylo Ren would accept the opportunity, or lose another limb and his life, was up to him.

“I certainly have to try,” he sighed. “I mean, just imagine if it really was Jacen I was up against? Another of my family having Fallen? I’d like to think I’d at least try and save him. Or Jaina, or Anakin.” He suppressed a wince at the last of his niblings, dearly hoping his youngest, sweet nephew did not feel as if he had anything to prove or make up for by having his grandfather’s name, and if he did . . . Luke had every intention of heading that off full stop.

It reminded him too much of how Ben Solo had wanted to embrace his grandfather’s so-called ‘legacy.’ 

Something else to check up on then. To at least confirm his assumptions there was nothing wrong there.

“True,” she agreed. “I mean, it sounds like Ben Solo had a bunch of issues going on beforehand, which hardly helped.”

Although now that that possibility was on their minds . . .

“. . . I’m sure that Jacen, Jaina, and Anakin are perfectly fine, and firmly in the Light, but given how the Leia and Han of this universe thought the same of Ben . . .” he trailed off, unable to say anything further.

“A second opinion or two wouldn’t hurt,” said Mara frankly, an eyebrow raised knowingly. “Probably couldn’t hurt,” she amended. “I’ve heard there’s experts on child health, so maybe that’s what you can look into. Sure, they’ve been kidnapped a few times, or mixed up in the latest Imperial or Dark Side messes once or twice, but they’re tough kids who bounced back, right?”

“Right,” agreed Luke, feeling relieved.

For about two seconds.

Frowning, he started mentally ticking off how many times his niece and nephews had been endangered so far. That he knew of.

Also, he had to admit he and Mara did not exactly have the most well-adjusted childhoods. Aunt Beru and Uncle Owen had been saints, except it had still been Tatooine.

. . . Alright, maybe it was the Force, maybe it was him being a fussy uncle, but either way he was getting a sense that maybe that sheer number of endangering incidents was grounds for concern.

At minimum revisit them having Noghri bodyguards available more often?

Cilghal had mentioned something about ‘therapy animals’ at some point, right? Maybe he should look into getting one for Jacen?

A sharp elbow broke him out of his spiralling thoughts, and he gave Mara a rueful, thankful smile.

“Yes, worry about the ‘now,’” he said. “No use worrying about phantom possibilities while we are a literal universe away.”

“Indeed. We take what’s given.”

Grinning at that, he said, “That’s just the sort of thing people expect Jedi to say.”

“Sorry, no great mystical wisdom there,” she teased. “I got it off a poster in this little hole-in-the-wall restaurant on Xan’yirxak.”  

“Wait? Madam Skirreeaks?”

“What, no. They, well I didn’t get their name, but they weren’t a local.”

“A different place then.”

“Well it is a big planet. Enough of a coincidence you’d been there too.”

Humour and joy rang through their bond as they leaned in to one another to kiss.

/ * * \

* * * Legends Never Die * * *

\ * * /

Raddus

It was a pleasant looking cabin, yet its stark, utilitarian nature did nothing to hide how it was effectively a prison cell. Albeit a more pleasant one.

The woman screamed insults at him, promising he would die horribly for his treason.

Truthfully, Finn was too happy to see her being so upset.

“What’s so funny!?” she shrieked.

Suddenly concerned at offending her, the former stormtrooper raised his hands. “I’m not laughing at you!” he swore. “I’m just so happy to see you angry at me!”

Her jaw dropped as sheer incredulity and shock robbed her of speech.

“I mean, when we first brought you in here, you were so afraid you couldn’t even look us in the eyes,” he hurried on.

When they had escaped Starkiller Base, he had forced this woman to fly him out of there at blaster-point. A TIE pilot only known as TN-3465, and as expendable and afraid as he had been as FN-2187.

“So I’m happy to see you feel safe enough to get angry at me.”

Granted, he could tell she did not truly feel safe; you could see it in her eyes. TN-3465 was still terrified, which was fair as he still felt lingering fear even now amongst the Resist—Republic forces. For her though, for all that she was afraid, her anger was currently stronger and bursting through. Anger . . . and confusion and imbalance as the universe she knew was upended.

The First Order was superior, and yet it had lost.

Stormtroopers were eternally loyal, and yet here was a traitor before her. A happy one at that.

By now she should have been executed, except she was still alive.

They should be torturing her for information, when instead she was being treated with a kindness foreign to her. So she was lashing out to provoke him into striking her and restoring her sense of how things worked. Certainly an officer of the First Order would have already pinned her down for a beating after half of those obscenities. All when in reality they were empty air.

Not that Finn was an interrogation or intelligence expert or anything, as he was simply going by what Mara and the other agents had coached him on. Although they had been expecting a whole lot more anger than fear.

Regardless, they had a captured pilot, and there was a lot of potential value in what she knew.

Finn’s motivations however were something a whole lot simpler.

When he took a careful step forward, she flinched as her bravado evaporated. Freezing, he waited until it looked like her pulse had eased up before making his next move.

“Here,” he said, handing over a datapad, “this is for you.”

It was against prisoner regulations apparently to give them something as sturdy as that, except she was a fighter jockey, and he was a stormtrooper, and they both knew it.

Swallowing, she hesitantly accepted it, before frowning in further confusion. “What are these?” she asked, scrolling down the list. “They don’t—they aren’t—what sort of questions are these?”

“They aren’t questions,” said Finn patiently. “They’re names. Names for you to choose for yourself.”

“I—what?” she said, utterly lost now.

“You’re a person, not a thing,” said Finn softly, wishing Poe was here to say this. “You deserve a name. Something for people to call you. For you to call yourself.”

“I’m TN-3465,” she whispered.

“That’s a serial number for a thing,” he insisted softly yet unyieldingly.

Indoctrination clashed against fear for her life, and an engrained need to comply with authority figures.

And, he hoped, a desire for her own identity.

“I . . . what should I choose?”

“Try ones similar to TN,” he suggested. “Mine was originally FN-2187.”

Afraid of a trap, she scooted back a bit, and then sat —hunched really— down on her stool, and started going through it more carefully. Occasionally she shot him a conflicted glance, obviously assuming he was playing some sort of sick game with her and trying to spot his ‘real’ intentions.

Because life did not work like this. Not for those raised by the First Order.

Over an hour passed, only that was nothing for Finn and the sort of duties he had pulled in the past as he just stood there. At first he kept stock still as they were trained, only to belatedly switch to shifting here and there because he could now if he wanted to. It further unnerved her, but he figured better than being a frozen, unnatural statue.

Finally though, she awkwardly pointed to one name in particular; she had kept coming back to it at least a dozen times, even if he could not read what exactly it said. “This. Tannis.”

“Nice to meet you, Tannis,” he grinned broadly.

Seeing that rekindled some defiance in her. “I’m still loyal to the First Order,” spat Tannis.

Smile falling, he bluntly said, “Why?”

“. . . What?”

“Why are you loyal to the First Order?” he slowly elaborated.

It had taken him a long time to realise the answer for himself: I wasn’t.

I was just afraid of them.

An enlightening realisation once he had been given the time to truly think about it.

Almost serenely Finn waited as she swallowed back various comments before settling upon something familiar, “I’m loyal to the First Order. I won’t tell you anything!”

Except there was a waiver to her voice as she repeated those proud words, and he could tell she heard it too.

“How is it disloyal to tell me why you follow them?”

“They’re bringing the galaxy order!”

“And what does ‘order’ mean?”

Hesitation, as she just stared at him blankly; as far as she was concerned, he should know this. It had been engrained within them since childhood. “Order,” she spat, “is . . .” the words died off in her mouth as she just gaped in horror at him.

‘Order’ had become a meaningless word poured into their heads for them to just repeat without knowing what it really meant.

“An empty justification,” he said, laying it out plainly for her. Something that he would not have thought of to ask for himself until Luke had raised it.

“It’s for peace and prosperity!”

“How is killing people and destroying worlds keeping peace or building anything worthwhile? Most people on Hosnian Prime weren’t politicians.”

She gaped at him, struggling to really conceptualize how people had died in the Hosnian system.

Rallying, she went for, “We—we need to keep the galaxy in check from all the rampant corruption. They kill each other every day over petty squabbles, or scrambling for resources. The wealthy languish, while the poor starve!”

“And how does killing people save them?” he pressed mercilessly, but not with heat. “How many of those poor people have really had their children stolen away to serve the First Order?”

“Our victory is inevitable!” Except instead of a defiant cry, it was the strained wail of a woman at the end of her lifeline.

“Starkiller Base,” and she recoiled as if he had struck her.

Telegraphing his movements, he pulled out another datapad from the coat Poe had gifted him. “Do you know how we pulled that off by the way?”

“T—treachery.”

“Yes. Treachery,” and he appreciated her giving him the perfect opening. “Treachery by the First Order. Phasma took down the planetary shields for us.”

“Lies,” she hoarsely insisted.

“I honestly didn’t even know we had this,” he said, bringing up the recording to play out before her paling face. A depiction of Phasma at a console while blasters were held to her; showing no sign of resistance as she sold out the entirety of the First Order. “But the astromech, Artoo-Deetoo, managed to grab it in his data dump. Proof that the leaders of the First Order don’t care at all about the lives of anyone else; including their own people who are expected to sacrifice themselves on those leaders’ behalf.”

“Lies,” and she was almost crying now.

It hurt to do this to her, but he knew that for her own sake he had to press just a little harder. “Then how else did we do it? Tannis, you’re just a TIE pilot. What point is there in us concocting some elaborate ruse to fool you?”

This brutal fact, especially piled upon her indoctrinated low self-esteem, made her collapse within herself, tears running down her eyes.

Bewildered, she scooped them up with a finger, looking at them as if she had never seen them before.

“You’re free to cry now too,” he said gently as he could. He had not yet himself, but doing so in the Corps would have been a death sentence at practically any age.

These were not all his answers and responses for her; he was no expert at wordplay. Instead, he had rehearsed this with the various intelligence agents involved, practicing with questions and statements he would not have thought up on his own. He was only using those he agreed with, of course, the ones which felt truly right to him. Thought-provoking.

Granted, he could also tell those same agents were trying encourage him to enlist as well, except while he might have been a dumb grunt, he was not that much of a dumb grunt.

Which led to his next angle of attack.

“You know, I haven’t decided whether or not I’m going to join the Resistance.”

She blinked several times before leaning over to hiss, “Are you an idiot!? They’ll kill you for noncompliance!”

“No they won’t,” he said with absolute confidence. “If I don’t want to fight, they’ll find somewhere I can live as a civilian.” He leaned over in turn so their faces were almost touching, “And that means you’ve got other options, other choices, as well.”

After that he just silently waited, except she just sat there staring without seeing at the datapad in her hands.

When half an hour had passed without a response, he concluded it was time to give her space.

“Take care of yourself,” he said softly, unsure if she could even really hear him, and made his way out.

/ * * \

* * * Legends Never Die * * *

\ * * /

Raddus

Within a small conference room, a meeting of giants began. Living legends who had dictated the path of the galaxy a horrifying number of times.

Well, unliving and unsung legends really, but truthfully it was probably for the best that people underestimated them, and so that the citizens of the New Republic were not driven into a panic.

With the table between them, Artoo and Artoo exchanged a face-off, while Threepio felt his circuits overheating as he glanced back and forth between the two of them.

Finally he just threw his arms up in the air and wailed in frustration, "Oh just talk already! You've both caused very impressive messes, and we all know you're just dying to boast about them!"

A pause, and he added more calmly, "And Alternate Master Luke wants a better comparison between universes, and summary. So get to it."

Beeping and whistling in mutual smugness, the two astromechs got down to business.

/ * * \

* * * Legends Never Die * * *

\ * * /

Indomitable

Datapad tucked into her pocket, Leia made her way into the conference room, raised an eyebrow at how it was only the man who had requested her presence present.

“So, Chancellor, what did you wish to discuss?”

“Interim Chancellor,” reminded Jacen Syndulla, rolling his eyes. He knew full well she was only doing that to remind him. “Or,” and here he waved a sardonic hand at the holo-display beside him, “as much as I can be.”

It displayed a map of the New Republic, with vast swaths of it highlighted red to indicate that they were under First Order control. 

White ones were neutral. Green ones were Republic worlds which had acknowledged his authority. Ones with a purple ring to them refused; most of which had their own senators who had fled to their homeworlds while grabbing as much of the New Republic fleet as they could. Meanwhile those with yellow rings were suspected of only paying lip-service to his authority while waiting to see how events would unfold. Thankfully, for now, the green New Republic worlds were the most numerous, yet there remained an unhealthy mixture of the rest.

Unspoken between them was how he had only assumed his current rank by virtue of everyone else in the Senate being too dead or cowardly to claim it for themselves.

“As for what I want,” he continued, “I want you to help me tear apart your life’s work, and put it back together differently.”

Letting that sink in, and refusing to show how much that had thrown her, Leia moved to take her seat, and now understood why he wanted a private meeting. “. . . You’re talking about the Republic itself.”

Grimacing, Jacen poured them both a drink of something strong and stimulating. “As much as either of us will hate to admit it, the New Republic ultimately failed. After only a pittance of years compared to the Old Republic.”

Passing her glass, he elaborated, “If we’re going to save what’s important about it, about the dream too many have died for, what our fathers died for—” and it was a good thing for his sake she knew he meant Bail Organa “—and what we’re fighting for right now, then we need to make it more functional.

“Things which too often were pushed aside in the name of compromise before. Stuff like more representation for the Outer Rim. Reforming the educational system to better teach people the importance of personal rights over security. Because frankly, a disturbing number of people didn’t see enough, or any, difference between the Empire or the New Republic. Or the mess and failure the Old Republic had become.”

See the number of worlds which had embraced the First Order.

Seeing Leia’s acerbically raised eyebrow and boring glare of forced patience, he waved it aside. “Don’t worry, I’m not asking you to write up a complete and detailed new constitution, laws, and sets of policies for me right now. We’ll need more people involved for one thing, or else it’ll functionally be a dictatorship. For now, just starting with the basics, listing out what needs to be addressed.”

Rather than meet her stare, he fiddled with his pile of datapads until a heavy sigh escaped her, and she felt herself slump forward.

Disturbed, he made an aborted gesture of support before catching himself.

Smart boy.

Taking a seat across from him, Leia pulled out the bitter, nauseous truth. “You’re right. I originally thought what we’d created was good enough, that we’d make more improvements over time, fixed the mistakes we’d made,  and the compromises made were worth it. Except it really wasn’t. Even when Mon was alive, there were too many flaws, and once she stepped down, well, it was all downhill from there.”

“And even if the First Order was helping give it a push,” he said soberly, “the very fact they could means we failed.”

Leia’s lips curdled in distaste as she knew he was right. Even when she had been hollering warnings for all to hear, she had wanted to believe the New Republic was still resilient enough to survive whatever the First Order offered. That the threat lay in how more lives would be lost if they were not prepared. Instead it had faced its first true crisis, and ultimately it was in danger of completely crumbling away before her eyes.

“An actual, strong centralised executive branch of government,” Leia began. “We went too far in trying to make the Republic appear nothing like the Empire.” Her lips twitched as an over decade-old bitterness and resentment floods her veins before she quashes it, recalling her arguments for the next topic being the beginning of the end of her political career, and the resounding calls of ‘war monger’ among other titles. “As well as a standing military which actually has a hope of defending it and reacting in emergencies.”

Jacen’s expression went sardonic and wry, all too familiar with her position, his mother having ultimately resigned her commission in protest of the direction the military was heading as the disarmament continued unopposed. Although given how the politicians had felt about General Syndulla at the time, Leia suspected that was also to get out before they fired her.   

Moreover, he could appreciate the severe understatement there. No one had been as opposed to the Military Disarmament Act as one Senator Leia Organa Solo. 

The scandal about Vader had been the final grain of sand, yet realistically she had known her political career had been dying even beforehand. In that, Mon’s actions of shutting her out of the day-to-day running of the government had hurt. Still, it was something she had believed could be corrected with time. That it would not be a death knell for the New Republic. Had reluctantly appreciated the sheer uphill battle for widespread public support for a functional military. 

Leia understood, of course. How could she not?

After two galaxy-wide civil wars in less than half a century, people had been so desperate for peace that they had chosen to be wilfully blind to the fact you have to be ready to fight for peace if necessary. Diplomacy should always be the first recourse, but not everyone was so civilised.

“Stazi might have shoved us into an airlock if we didn’t agree to that,” said Jacen, trying to inject a little humour. “But yes.”

“If we’re going to be rebuilding democracy from the ground up, after you promised everyone up front that you’d be setting a firm timeframe on elections for a new government, you’d better be sure above all else you actually do that. I’m not expecting you to already have a date, but we do need to provide further reassurance that there are going to be elections. That you’re leading the way, and proving democracy matters to you.”

She half-expected a joke about how otherwise his mom and their adoptive family would show up, dangling him by his ankles until he called for elections, yet he only gave a serious nod, and noted that down on a datapad.

“We also need to revisit our internal review and anti-corruption policies.” Waving off Leia’s glare before it burned the green hairs off his head, Jacen said, “Obviously no government’s ever been perfect, but given everything, we’d be remiss in not at least taking the opportunity to re-examine them. Certainly the First Order infiltrated the Senate worse than we feared.”

Moreover, both of them were well aware of how many of the rich and powerful, those who had been growing fat off the misery of people since even the days of the Old Republic were still out there. ‘Well respected citizens’ seeking to profit off of every credit they could squeeze out of this war, while retaining their prestige and influence. 

Grudgingly Leia conceded his point, and that led to her own major grievance there. “The legislature was poorly designed to prevent one political party from dominating.” Given her own fights over the matter in the past, she was actually eagerly willing to roll up her sleeves and dive right into that one.

“Scrapping chain codes.”

That made her pause, running it back and forth in her head, before reluctantly conceding. An invention of the Empire, as much as it had made customs more streamlined, coordinating benefits, and monitoring various trends, at its core it had been a tool of tracking people and control. Something which the bureaucracy of government and too many politicians had screamed against relinquishing. Faced with ongoing Imperial loyalists, rising crime, and other ‘distractions,’ Leia had not fought as hard as she should have to be done with that. Trusting others to handle the matter while she focused on her own projects, only for in the end it to remain entrenched within the New Republic.

“Having a member of the Outer Rim as Chancellor for the first time will earn you no favours with the Core Worlds, but it might be what we need to tempt them back in the Rim.”

“Interim Chancellor,” he muttered. “And honestly, despite that it’ll still be a hard sell. The Republic failed to learn from what happened with the Separatists, and the First Order took advantage of that. The First Order is too entrenched there, and it seems that’s where they’re getting a lot of their conscripts. It’ll be a bitter fight, but if we can come in as liberators and actually help them instead of trying to make them subservient and dependent upon the Core . . .”

Sighing, Leia threw back the rest of her current drink, and then got up to pour herself a cup of caf.

This was going to be a loooong meeting.

Nonetheless, she would fight the battles she was capable of.

/ * * \

* * * Legends Never Die * * *

\ * * /

“—fired off them to take out the rest of the stormtroopers!” cackled Cara Dune.

“Awesome,” admitted Finn with a twinge of discomfort. That could have once been him after all, even if hurting the First Order, or the Empire as it had been at the time, should only be a good thing.

“Your Mandalorian friend’s Whistling Birds do sound interesting,” mused a visibly interested Mara. “They sound like the flechette weapons we use back home, if more accurate. Those’ve never been my thing, but I should give one of those a look.”

Casually she stroked her new riot baton, and, well, Finn figured congrats to her for getting all she could out of her insane adventure in what was apparently a different universe.

“They’re pretty darn rare,” warned Cara. “So no guarantees. Still, I know there’s that other thing going on with them. Maybe I’ll be able to work something out.”

“Appreciated,” nodded Mara with an eager, dangerous smirk. “I’ll owe you one.

“Hey, if it helps you kill Stormies more, power to you. Goes right through their armour like its nerf-wool.”

“No challenge there,” griped Finn, getting angry now. This was not the first time he had talked about this, talked to Cara even about it, but it was like every other time it came up he had something more to say on the topic. “The stuff they’d give us was practically useless!”

“All about appearances and intimidation,” said Mara sagely.

“Yeah!” he exclaimed, getting up, and waving his hands around as he vented about it. “If we’re, we were, I was, part of the most elite military alive, then why couldn’t they give us something decent to wear!? Something that would actually help keep us alive! Oh sure, Phasma liked to brag about how it could stop a Wookie, but since meeting one I doubt that! While she went around in the only chromium set!”

“Is that something you’d like to bring up in those broadcasts we’d discussed?” asked the third and final woman in the room with him, cutting him out of his angry pacing.

“Uh . . .” he managed, completely thrown off.

She was an older non-Human, a Bothan they had told him, who while ‘only’ sitting beside Cara, was still curled up so close beside her she was practically in the bigger woman’s lap. Asyr Sei’lar Dune had joined them a few days ago in asking questions about his training, how stormtroopers fought, and other details.

She had also been showing him how they were sharing the details on how the First Order had been abducting and indoctrinating children to fight and die on their behalf; Project Resurrection he had learnt it was called. They had shared with him other new details even he had not been aware of, and had been trying to use this information to convince more systems to fight back.

“I know you want me doing the interviews myself,” Finn said as firmly as he could, even if he knew it still sounded weaker than he wanted. “But I—I can’t. If I show my face—”

He was already a traitor in the First Order’s eyes, yet if he took that next step, then there was no escaping into obscurity after this.

“And people are already listening, right?” he said with growing enthusiasm. “You don’t need me for that, when they’re already knowing about the other stuff.”

None of them looked as enthusiastic as he had hoped, so he quickly threw in, “I’ll happily write something out though for armour and such. That’s be awesome, honestly!”

“Kid,”  Cara interjected sadly, “not everyone’s automatically believing it just because we say so. They don’t want to believe it.”

“I—what? What do you mean? Why don’t they believe me? Believe you?”

It made no sense. How could people not see how evil the First Order was!?

“Because they’d rather bury their heads then accept the truth,” said Cara with a glare. She quickly looked away from him when she saw it was making him uncomfortable, yet was still trying to melt a hole in the wall with her eyes.

“Because, Finn,” said Asyr heavily as she leaned forward, “it’s just like how a short time ago you’d been taught that all members of the Resistance are liars. Or that all Republic politicians, including the ones now spreading these stories about the First Order, are liars.”

That . . . made him pause and think, dropping him back into his seat.

“Just because we’re telling people something,” she continued, “doesn’t mean that they’ll believe it over other things they hear.”

Mara’s comm beeped, and she looked at it with irritation. “I’ve got someplace else to go. But Finn?”

Dazed, he raised his head and she gently patted him on the shoulder. “Trust me, you’re handling this well. Coming to question everything you’ve been raised with? Speaking from personal experience, it isn’t easy, but,” and here her face twisted into distaste, “you’re handling it better than I did.”

Giving one last, awkward pat, she strolled out.

“Indeed,” said Asyr. “What you’re already doing has been a fantastic help. Even if the war’s not over, we owe you more than you can imagine just for helping us destroy Starkiller Base. So be proud of yourself and what you’ve done. Okay?”

“I—I will,” he promised as best as he could. What else could he say though? What else should he say? Everything felt all so—

“Right! Enough sappy talk,” declared Cara, shooting to her feet. Despite her age, she still lightly held her smaller wife in her arms, gracefully setting her down. With two quick strides she was gently if irresistibly pulling Finn back out of his chair. “You and me in the gym. Let’s see how stormtrooper training holds out in practice against old age and experience.”

“Don’t you mean, ‘old age and treachery,’” teased Asyr.

“Same thing. You don’t live to be old by playing nice.”

Punching something or someone did sound better than facing his feelings . . .

/ * * \

* * * Legends Never Die * * *

\ * * /

The Raddus’ cafeteria was a bustling place, and yet an uncomfortable aura of silence hovered about the table occupied by Black Squadron.

One centered upon their commander, friend, and stalwart leader, Poe Dameron who was wearing a highly uncharacteristic cloud of gloom.

None of them said anything, trying to pretend nothing was wrong, but for Poe that only made it even worse.

Not that he was going to mention anything, lest he upset his friends and squad, and thus make himself even more of a failure.

“—cold metal sliding over his thoughts—”

“—seeing what he tried to hide held gloatingly—”

“—e. Poe!”

The familiar voice of L'ulo L'ampar, his old family friend and surrogate uncle jolted him out of it.

Quickly he shored up a reassuring smirk to the aged Duro. Poe knew it was brittle, but seemed to alleviate some concerns. “I’m sorry,” he said. “Guess—guess I’m just more thrown off than I thought I was. Didn’t expect things to be smooth sailing once we blew up Starkiller, but you’d think they’d have more gratitude for what we did.”

Murmurs of agreement went up and down the table from the rest of Black Squadron.

Or what was left of it.

What was left of those he had flown with to destroy the superweapon. The ones who had come back home alive.

A few new faces were there as well, yet he had not really gotten to know them well. Nonetheless, there was no denying the feeling of how their squad had become depleted. 

Which included recently learning Oddy Muva had not been ‘reassigned,’ but picked up as a kriffing First Order mole.

No, what really stung about the state of his squad —the one thing that was not Poe’s fault— was how Snap and Karé had been grounded and reassigned to non-combat missions. It was not their fault the First Order had somehow tracked them! The difference between them and the Empire or the First Order was how they cared for their own!

“If that’d been a real engagement, you would’ve killed off your entire command with no meaningful results! Absolutely wasting their lives!”

The full-body twitch escaped him, and he fought to keep it from going further.

From becoming more of a—

“You there, Poe?” asked Jess this time, gently nudging him.

“Yeah,” he muttered, dropping it to dig more into his rations.

“They even threw pardons at us for technically being deserters,” said Kaydel Ko Connix, his friend from the bridge crew trying to redirect everyone’s attention elsewhere.

“Well, the Resistance was illegal, so can’t really ignore that,” sighed Jess, even if L'ulo and the rest chuckled in bitter agreement. For himself, Poe shot Kaydel Ko a quick, grateful look.

“People tend to forget that about the Rebel Alliance as well,” agreed L’ulo.

“Or how many of its heroes started out as smugglers and other criminals.”

“That’s right,” agreed L’ulo, nodding at the man who had joined them, before double-taking and freezing up.

The sight of a Jedi Master appearing beside you with his own plate of rations would have that effect.

Everyone else stiffened before a relaxed if dismissive gesture made them stop and slowly settle; somehow he had conveyed the order “at ease” without any words. No Jedi powers involved. Given the flight uniform he wore, it came with the sort of familiarity expected of a veteran pilot putting his juniors at ease.

“What matters more,” continued Jedi Master Luke Skywalker, “is what people do with their lives afterwards.”

“That’s right, sir,” said Poe, and here the brief jolt of adrenaline had him pushing his shoulders back, and tension easing out of his previously cold body. “Guess you’d know,” brimming with his familiar surety, “coming from a vapour farm and all.” He paused, and then got the stories right, and with a little embarrassment quickly corrected it as, “Moisture farm, I mean.” 

“The Force works in mysterious ways,” agreed Master Skywalker sagely.

Discreetly Poe cast a glance around them, except nobody seemed to be noticing their table.

“Oh, it’s no trick like that,” Master Skywalker hastily assured, pitching his voice a little lower. “It’s just the notion of me being out dressed like this, my hair messed up, is enough. As for those who do notice, well they get what I’m intending, and don’t want to interfere.”

“Huh, right,” nodded Poe agreeably. “Makes sense. And for the record, I came from a nowhere colony myself.”

Without even having to focus, he could feel his friends and pilots relaxing around him, the last tension resolving from his casual engagement with the living legend. Good, good. No need to make it awkward for anyone here.

“Glad to know,” said Luke easily. “And that’s the way it should be; people from all over coming together to make a difference.”

“So,” said Poe, waving his ration bar with an idle casualness that admittedly only barely dulled the edge of suspicion, “is this supposed to be the good cop routine now? Stazi tears us a new one, and you show up and say how proud we should be?”

Delight lit up the older man’s eyes, and he gave a small laugh. “Not exactly. Although, there’s no denying you and your squad are good. Or that Stazi hasn’t noticed that you’re the one Leia chose to go find my counterpart, and what that implies. He wouldn’t be putting so much effort into your training otherwise.”

Levity fell aside unfortunately, as the Jedi Master swept his gaze up the table, and soberly said, “But that includes the weight of potential failures for you all.”

The censure of one of his heroes made Poe’s gut clench, yet L’ulo snorted. “State the obvious more, why don’t you?”

“Because I want to make sure everyone actually remembers,” said Master Skywalker calmly, and the Duro’s lips twitched without another word.

“Sir,” started Poe, “if this is about Snap and—”

A raised hand cut him off, and Luke simply said, “It’s out of my hands, and honestly I don’t know enough to judge. But honestly, the way them being in a relationship, being married, could have impacted their decisions, is something someone will inevitably be bringing up to me at some point, given my own relationship with Mara. I care a lot for my personal attachments after all. And frankly, I also have to balance that against the realities of war.”

“But Jedi were generals in the Clone Wars,” pointed out Jess.

“And I don’t really know what that means for me,” confessed their only Jedi Master. “We are, all of us, still learning after all.”

A part of Poe wanted to glare at the man for the blatant aesop approach there . . .

Except he could not deny it did help. Even just a bit.

“Subtle,” Poe deadpanned nonetheless.

“As the First Order,” said Master Skywalker with a twinkle of mischief, clearly satisfied his point had gotten across. The humor hit dead on, with most at the table smiling or making sounds of amusement. He took another bite of his ration bar while the rest of the table absorbed this, yet Poe could see it sinking in.

“Speaking of which,” continued Master Skywalker, “the First Order’s own heavy-handed symbolism focuses on a doctrine of capital ships. While keeping the iconic TIE Fighter design despite being vastly inferior to say the Interceptor.”

Rankled piloting pride had the others nodding along, or shaking their heads at that. Kaydel Ko had heard them complain too often about how stupid the large, square wings were in atmo to be surprised.

“Meanwhile, for the New Republic, we maintain emphasis on snubfighters, which is easier to maintain logistically, and we’re still at the stage of hit-and-run tactics, so that’s what we’ll be hurting them with. Meanwhile, maintaining and fueling their capital ships will be much harder in comparison, further stretch their own resources.”

“So we’re going to be the point of the spear,” concluded Poe, and he could feel his lips curl back in anticipation of some payback.

“You’re going to be the point of the spear,” emphasized Master Skywalker, indicating the whole squad. “The heroes of the Resistance, the ones who destroyed Starkiller Base, so you’ve got to be the best of the best.”

“And we’ll deliver, sir,” promised Poe. The Jedi gave him a smile in return.

Anything further was savaged silent as a furrow started to spread through the cafeteria.

Angry words and cries of horror rippling out from rising tables.

“What’s happening?” demanded Poe.

“I don’t know,” frowned Master Skywalker, joining him in standing. “Just nothing good.”

 / * * \

* * * Legends Never Die * * *

\ * * /

It was an alien sensation to be moving through the bowels of a living capital ship like the Raddus, and not be scavenging whatever she could.

Although these days Rey always had a full belly, which did help change things.

Still, she made a point of still opening all the access panels of the thrumming ship, seeing what it was like when they were working, and comparing it. Imperial ships were her usual on Jakku, and she had no real familiarity with a New Republic one. The Mon Calamari truly had formed art out of their ships in comparison.

As she continued her exploring—studies! Studies. Master Skywalker had told her to brush up on her mechanical engineering, so this was not her wasting time, but improving herself as a Jedi.

Wincing, she looked around to be sure she had not disturbed anyone after slamming the panel shut so hard.

Taking a small breath, Rey settled herself, and moved on. She was doing nothing wrong here.

Reaching an intersection, she looked down the various corridors, and stopped to consider where they must lead given what she had already seen. What did she want to see next?

Maybe this way?

Briefly she wondered about using the Force to find the best way before dismissing that as too frivolous.

Although . . . What was the harm in trying? If it was frivolous, surely the Force would ignore her, right?

Is that how it worked?

. . . What was the harm?

Reaching out to the Force, she tried to tell if there was any particular guidance, only to be unsurprised if also a little disappointed there did not seem to be anything. Oh well.

No matter, there was more of a fascinating, exciting ship to look through, and—

Rey paused, and then looked up and down the corridor she was in.

When did I start walking down here? How did I choose to go here?

She could see the intersection she had just been at, but getting from there to here was a blur.

I—

A sniffling noise cut through her thoughts, and she instantly moved in that direction.

Rounding a corner, she was stunned to find Poe sitting hunched over in shadows, half-hidden behind some crates, fiercely wiping tears from his face.

Their eyes met and she froze. What should she do? What could she do?

Her and Poe meeting for the first time on the airfield. Finn introducing them both, and the fighter jockey’s words to her: 

“Glad to make another friend out of someone who knows them too.”

Resolve washed away her doubts. She had resolved she would die for this man for calling her ‘friend.’ Abandoning him would be a betrayal of that vow.

Hesitantly, so as to not startle him, she made her way over, ignoring him waving her off and insisting he was fine.

“No, you’re not,” she said softly, sitting down beside him.

Now what?

Unsure of how to really do it, she carefully put one arm around his shoulders like she had seen other people do before. “This is what friends do, right?”

The pilot stiffened at the touch, only for a weak, weird mix of a chuckle and sob to escape him. “. . . Yeah. Yeah, they do.”

A heavy, loaded silence unfurled, until at last Poe said, “Guess you want to know what’s up, don’t you?”

“Only if you want me to.”

“Nah. Everyone probably knows now. The First Order . . . The First Order attacked Yavin IV. Place where the General and the others blew up the First Death Star. Wetyin's Colony, we call it. Called it. They used this new super-flagship of theirs, boasted about it being called the Supremacy, their capital of the First Order. Boasted!”       

Her grip tightened as his tone became increasingly ragged and heated.

“Said they were repressing terrorists, but it was a warning to those helping the Resistance. And they made it slow. Everyone down there, my dad, were forced to watch it happen, and know there was no saving themselves!”

“I’m sorry,” she whispered in horror. 

“I never—he didn’t . . . When we were going after Starkiller, I had BeeBeeAte send my dad a message, but we hadn’t really talked in, about . . .”

“. . . Too long?” she offered, wincing as she did so.

“Yeah. So many things I wish I’d said now. Done better. Told him how much I loved him.”

A low huff escaped him, “Couldn’t have been easy on him.”

“Got into a lot of trouble?” That was what she had heard parents say about their kids before.

“Well, let’s just say I had some wild teenage years,” he said. Except there was a trace of strange evasion there, even if she did not press on the topic.

“So, what was it like there?”

“It . . . it was lush, and green, and warm,” a choked sob racked through him, “and I’d just called it a ‘nowhere colony’ and now it’s gone.”

Safer topic! Safer topic!

“Tell me about your dad. What was his name?”

“Kes. Kes Dameron.”

There was no mention of his mom, and so Rey decided it was best to just avoid her. Although she had a suspicion the woman was dead.

“Tell me about him.”

Rey had no recollection of what her own parents were named. Except she knew they loved her. Knew that they were going to return.

Here and now, sitting in a shadowy corner as she listened to her friend recount his regrets, her resolve hardened all the more to find them. To form her own precious memories with them . . .

. . . Before it was too late.