Luke Skywalker, the legend, the myth, the Jedi, was nothing that Rey had expected, and this fact filled her with a bitter rage as she stormed back to the Millennium Falcon, jaw set, fists clenched, thinking that there could be another way. She had met Leia Organa, a resilient and fierce woman. If this was Leia’s brother, then he had to have that same ferocity, that same sense of justice – right?
If it was there, Chewbacca could bring it out.
Or Leia.
But Rey wasn’t going to manage it here, on Ahch-To, as a stranger. As no one. Leia could, or Chewbacca, or maybe even R2-D2, but it was clear to her that she wouldn’t be able to. Thankfully, she had that sort of back-up, and as the old ship came into sight, she lifted her voice in a shout, “CHEWIE!”
She heard the wookie roar back in response, ambling off the lowered ramp. Again, his call came, the question of where Luke was echoing off the rocks, “He locked himself in a hut. I can’t get him, but you can.” Chewbacca would have the strength to bring the door down, and even the strength to carry Luke and drag him back home, to where he was needed. “I need your help to get Luke to come with us.”
Chewbacca didn’t even question it, but let out an agreeing roar, before following Rey back up the steps, her pace from leisurely. The young woman was determined to get back to Luke before he shifted to another location, or another hut. Her fists remained tight balls at her side, the buns on her head bouncing with each step. It did not take long to return to the hut, and Rey did not bother to look within the window of it.
She went right to it, and knocked.
“Go away!”
Rey looked to Chewbacca after stepping back, and Chewbacca stepped right into her place and immediately kicked the door down. He was also the first to stride in, Rey trailing after him, far less intimidating than the wookie who roared right in Luke’s face, but no less intent on her plans. “Chewie, what are you doing here?”
Luke did seem surprised. He hadn’t seen the Millennium Falcon arrive. He expected Han to stride in after Chewbacca, but there was no sign of Han. Just the girl in the dark blue attire, her green eyes glaring at him as if he’d betrayed her in some fashion.
Chewbacca explained, but Rey translated anyways, “He says you’re coming back with us.” Her tone left no room for arguing.
“How did you find me?”
“Long story, we’ll tell you on the Falcon.”
“Falcon,” Luke repeated the word slowly, again realizing who was missing from this party, and again unable to keep his eyes from looking beyond Rey, to someone who wasn’t there.
Chewbacca’s mournful growl told him what he could guess at, but he had to ask anyway, “Where’s Han?”
It was as that question slipped his lips, that another sound drew the attention of all of them. Rey immediately reached for her staff and pulled it ahead, as Chewbacca tried to growl out a threat. Luke spoke up, “It isn’t – Chewie, it’s Lars!” he supposed Chewbacca and the others may have assumed Lars was dead, too, rather than with Luke. Assumed he was here, wholly alone.
“Who?” Rey asked, glancing back to Luke, before realizing that didn’t matter so much and looking back ahead to see who would be arriving on the scene.
~***~
It happened too quickly for Admiral Cadence Hux to respond. Somehow, the Resistance had seen through her cloaking, and before she could bring the shields up over her cruiser, her ship took a strike from the ground that cut through it entirely. She was unable to send a message back, unable to do anything but feel her breath leave her as the air exited the ship and it went crashing down to the surface of the planet.
Everything went black.
And then, everything was searing pain through her body, and alarms ringing in her ears, and Cadence found herself alive amidst the wreckage of a still-screaming ship. She could smell smoke, and understood the need to pull away from the wreckage and get far from it – find civilization, and try to get back to the First Order.
Hesitantly, she opened her eyes, only to close them as she realized she was mostly buried. She let her gloved hands clench into fists, before she tried to reach out, to pull forward. She tried to bend her knees, afraid the debris atop her might be too heavy. She found to her relief it was not, and she was able to begin to move and pull herself from the wreckage, thankfully not far from an edge, that she was able to use to pull herself up.
The white coat was burned.
The attire was torn to shreds or otherwise charred, the white taking on the hue of blood, but Cadence convinced herself it was all superficial wounds. Never mind the blood that threatened to blind one eye as it dripped down from a head wound. ‘Hells. If I find who—’
“Halt!”
Cadence didn’t, precisely, do that. She turned around to see who gave the order, noticing a young woman with buns on her head, and a blaster pointed right at her, among others who, Cadence could only guess, were other rebels. The thought solidified itself as her eyes found a particular familiar face among them.
“FN-2187.” She let the words slip, that disappointment she’d felt when he left present even then, as she realized she might have crawled from the debris only to face a worse fate. No matter.
One hand reached for her blaster, only to find it missing. The strap was gone. It must have been cut off by debris, left in the wreckage. ‘Damn it.’ Her fist clenched air, uselessly, as she let her blue eyes narrow on the former Stormtrooper, that lump of anger building in her throat and preventing further words from escaping.
Yet, she didn’t act further, or attempt to run. She still valued her life.
If it was there, Chewbacca could bring it out.
Or Leia.
But Rey wasn’t going to manage it here, on Ahch-To, as a stranger. As no one. Leia could, or Chewbacca, or maybe even R2-D2, but it was clear to her that she wouldn’t be able to. Thankfully, she had that sort of back-up, and as the old ship came into sight, she lifted her voice in a shout, “CHEWIE!”
She heard the wookie roar back in response, ambling off the lowered ramp. Again, his call came, the question of where Luke was echoing off the rocks, “He locked himself in a hut. I can’t get him, but you can.” Chewbacca would have the strength to bring the door down, and even the strength to carry Luke and drag him back home, to where he was needed. “I need your help to get Luke to come with us.”
Chewbacca didn’t even question it, but let out an agreeing roar, before following Rey back up the steps, her pace from leisurely. The young woman was determined to get back to Luke before he shifted to another location, or another hut. Her fists remained tight balls at her side, the buns on her head bouncing with each step. It did not take long to return to the hut, and Rey did not bother to look within the window of it.
She went right to it, and knocked.
“Go away!”
Rey looked to Chewbacca after stepping back, and Chewbacca stepped right into her place and immediately kicked the door down. He was also the first to stride in, Rey trailing after him, far less intimidating than the wookie who roared right in Luke’s face, but no less intent on her plans. “Chewie, what are you doing here?”
Luke did seem surprised. He hadn’t seen the Millennium Falcon arrive. He expected Han to stride in after Chewbacca, but there was no sign of Han. Just the girl in the dark blue attire, her green eyes glaring at him as if he’d betrayed her in some fashion.
Chewbacca explained, but Rey translated anyways, “He says you’re coming back with us.” Her tone left no room for arguing.
“How did you find me?”
“Long story, we’ll tell you on the Falcon.”
“Falcon,” Luke repeated the word slowly, again realizing who was missing from this party, and again unable to keep his eyes from looking beyond Rey, to someone who wasn’t there.
Chewbacca’s mournful growl told him what he could guess at, but he had to ask anyway, “Where’s Han?”
It was as that question slipped his lips, that another sound drew the attention of all of them. Rey immediately reached for her staff and pulled it ahead, as Chewbacca tried to growl out a threat. Luke spoke up, “It isn’t – Chewie, it’s Lars!” he supposed Chewbacca and the others may have assumed Lars was dead, too, rather than with Luke. Assumed he was here, wholly alone.
“Who?” Rey asked, glancing back to Luke, before realizing that didn’t matter so much and looking back ahead to see who would be arriving on the scene.
~***~
It happened too quickly for Admiral Cadence Hux to respond. Somehow, the Resistance had seen through her cloaking, and before she could bring the shields up over her cruiser, her ship took a strike from the ground that cut through it entirely. She was unable to send a message back, unable to do anything but feel her breath leave her as the air exited the ship and it went crashing down to the surface of the planet.
Everything went black.
And then, everything was searing pain through her body, and alarms ringing in her ears, and Cadence found herself alive amidst the wreckage of a still-screaming ship. She could smell smoke, and understood the need to pull away from the wreckage and get far from it – find civilization, and try to get back to the First Order.
Hesitantly, she opened her eyes, only to close them as she realized she was mostly buried. She let her gloved hands clench into fists, before she tried to reach out, to pull forward. She tried to bend her knees, afraid the debris atop her might be too heavy. She found to her relief it was not, and she was able to begin to move and pull herself from the wreckage, thankfully not far from an edge, that she was able to use to pull herself up.
The white coat was burned.
The attire was torn to shreds or otherwise charred, the white taking on the hue of blood, but Cadence convinced herself it was all superficial wounds. Never mind the blood that threatened to blind one eye as it dripped down from a head wound. ‘Hells. If I find who—’
“Halt!”
Cadence didn’t, precisely, do that. She turned around to see who gave the order, noticing a young woman with buns on her head, and a blaster pointed right at her, among others who, Cadence could only guess, were other rebels. The thought solidified itself as her eyes found a particular familiar face among them.
“FN-2187.” She let the words slip, that disappointment she’d felt when he left present even then, as she realized she might have crawled from the debris only to face a worse fate. No matter.
One hand reached for her blaster, only to find it missing. The strap was gone. It must have been cut off by debris, left in the wreckage. ‘Damn it.’ Her fist clenched air, uselessly, as she let her blue eyes narrow on the former Stormtrooper, that lump of anger building in her throat and preventing further words from escaping.
Yet, she didn’t act further, or attempt to run. She still valued her life.