Rebel with a Cause √

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Poe

Hope is like the sun. If you only believe in it when you see it, you'll never make it through the night.

I'm so worried. All the time now.

______ hasn't given her update for three weeks.

What if she's dead?

Or in trouble?

And we don't even know.

It's my fault her friend died, and now it's me fault she's dead.

The Resistance has lost hope. I'm tired of subsisting on hope but it's all we have, I just have to keep believing maybe ______ is still alive.

No one came when we cried for help on the Battle of Crait.

I suppose I just have to keep believing.

Rey

I can feel _____ in the Force. She's alive.

I had no idea she could use the force.

But I've always sort of felt it.

A buzz whenever I'd be with the Resistance. In the back of my mind, other than Leia. It was her too.

I hope Kylo stays away from her, I once too fell victim to him manipulation.

I hope she's okay.

(Y/n)

Kylo's throne room was truly pathetic. You'd stand behind him as he did whatever he did as he sat on the throne (you actually weren't sure...) And after you'd train in the sparring room, and he'd let you go.

But life was hard, you'd become hard. There was little kindness here and you barely ate or slept. Now it was training time once more as you walk down the halls of the base.

You'd ate a small breakfast and actually took a shower and changed into your training robes. You probably look empty. Well because you were.

He gave you robes that were much too big and you're boots are uncomfortable and pinch your toes. Your eyes had dark bruises underneath and you had a sad expression most of the time. And he made you wear heavy black cloak that disguised your face and body.

Taking the longest walk ever to the training room, you slide the door open.

He was angry, you could sense it.

An angry master was never good, he was even more cold and ruthless when he was mad.

"Master." You greet, bowing slowly.

"Enough with that, let's begin." He says, waving a hand "Dodge my attacks."

He gives you just enough time to remove your cloak.

This time training was different, his hand flicks up and you fly across the room. Landing straight on your back, the wind is knocked out of you, air, somehow unable to find your lungs.

"What are you doing!" You weeze, still laying down.

"Take it." He tosses his lightsaber across to you.

"W-what?" You mutter, forcing yourself up, looking at the saber across from you. He'd never given you a weapon before.

"Take it." He says again, throwing his gloves on the ground, revealing his bare hands. "It's only fair." He mocks.

You grimace at him, picking up the saber. Igniting it. It felt...strange. You felt different, angrier.

He looks toward you, almost smirking, as if he can see right through the walls you put up.

"AGHHHHH!" You yell, charging him violently. He honestly looks surprised, but he uses the Force and freezes you right in your tracks.

You were frozen in terror, practically ready for death. Ready for him to strike you down without mercy.

He releases his Force grip on your body and you fall to the ground, the saber on the floor in front of you. After lunging up, you reach out with you hand, trying to pull it toward you. Kylo dose the same, the saber in air, balanced between you.

You were unaccustomed to the force, and untrained. So you release your pull first and fall to the ground once again.

You hear the saber ignite and force yourself to your feet once more, but Kylo had already charged. You raise your arms in defense, but you aren't quick enough to stop him. The tip of the red blade skids across your neck and jaw-bone in one swift movement.

You fall to the ground, defeated, as you thrash in agony. You could feel the wound pulse and the smell of burnt flesh fills your nose. Although it was cauterized, it would leave a nasty scar like Kylo's. But yours would be from your collar bone to your chin.

Kylo was suddenly right next to you, he tries to hold you up, perhaps help you, but you smack him in his chest and yell.

"Get away from me!"

He backs off.

"I-I'll get a doctor." He stutters, he gets up and runs to the door.

As if he hadn't done worse things to a person than this.

The pain must be too much, little spots appear in your vision and your head hits the ground.

________

When you wake up, you're in bed.

You're so thirsty, you walk into your bathroom to get a drink, but when you see yourself in the mirror you're taken aback; You had a long black bandage across your wound, you press your fingers onto it gently and wince as you feel the stitches underneath. You were dressed in some new soft black garments that were long and loose. A nice change from the training robes.

When you walk back into your bedroom, you jump.

Their stands Kylo.

He was wearing his uniform, but without the cape. His eyes fixed to your bed.

"M-master." You greet quietly.

He swallows hard and his expression changes as he looks upon you, "I'd like to apologize about injuring you, given the First Orders circumstances, I shouldn't harm such a necessary attribute."

Necessary?

His eyes flick to your bandaged neck. You try to cover it in your self consciousness.

"It's no use..." He says, his eyes flicking to the floor, "I should know." He gently touches the scar on his face.

You feel a...a surge of shameful compassion, but bury it deep down. Like you usually did with positive feelings towards Ben.

"Well, yes I suppose...could- could I ask you a question?" You mutter quietly.

"Yes."

"Am I supposed to be able to see you sometimes...like through the Force? Is it because you're my Master?" You ask, thinking of your connection with him weeks before.

"Not unless...The Force can sometimes bond people, but, it's not a connection among all Force users. But Force sensitive people can in a way, feel one another. If I reach out, I know you're there. That's how I found you." He says, he looks a depressed, but you aren't sure why.

"Did you see it too?" You ask.

"Excuse me?" He says looking at you strangely.

"I-I saw you in the Force. In your bedroom. Did you see me?" You ask, feeling a little embarrassed.

"I thought that it was just a....a dream. I guess the Force connected us. I suppose that will be...useful in missions." He said, turning stiff again.

"I-In the connection, I called you Ben. Is that your name?" You ask, playing your part. After all, you're not supposed to know who he is.

"No. Ben is dead. It is forbidden to say that name. And you will address me properly as Master or Supreme Leader. Training will resume tomorrow, wound or no wound. " He says coldly as he walks out and the door slides shut.