•LEGACY - A Reylo Story•

EPISODE XXIV - SICKNESS... AGAIN?

On board the Finalizer, no one talks to Rey. A chrome-armored captain delivers her meals three times a day. Otherwise, Rey is kept in a small cell, guarded by up to seven stormtroopers. Within the first day, her hopes of escaping are dashed.

Now she has nothing to do but wait, wait to arrive wherever Snoke wants her and face whatever he has for her.

Ben is her only hope. Please be on D'Qar. Please come back for me, she thinks.

Nausea wells within her as she ponders what Snoke might want with her. The feeling overwhelms her, and she vomits her meager breakfast onto the floor. She was sick last night, too. Maybe I'm allergic to the First Order. Maybe that's why I get sick whenever I'm on one of their ships. She smirks at the thought.

Still, anxiety chomps at her. She doesn't want to be sick. She doesn't want to be weakened when she meets Snoke-an event that, according to the few words she can get out of the captain, will occur within a few days.

No. You surrendered.

Does it matter?

Rey hates being trapped. She's always had her freedom.

It does matter. I made a choice.

The door to her cell slides open, and Rey rises as the captain and the black-clad, dour-faced general with fiery hair stalks in.

"Are you sick?" the general asks, nose wrinkling.

"The First Order nauseates me," she replies.

"Say that again, and I'll have you beaten," the general threatens. "I understand Captain Phasma told you that we will be reaching our destination in a few days."

Rey's stomach rolls again and she grabs it. The general backs up in alarm.

Breathing deeply, she asks: "What does Snoke want with me?"

The general scowls. "The Supreme Leader did not tell me. But, in his infinite wisdom, he must have a reason."

"Why didn't he want B-Kylo Ren?" They can't know about her attachment to Ben. Rey is determined not to give them anything they might use against her.

"Perhaps he finally tired of his reckless antics," responds the general.

"You hate him."

"Working with Ren has never been a pleasure," the general concedes.

"Yes," Rey says, watching the way the general's lips twitch, the way he taps his fingers together. "You're jealous."

He gawps at her, the same expression of horror on his face that Rey saw on Kylo Ren's when she saw how afraid he was of never being as strong as Darth Vader.

"If you let me go," she says, desperate and pushing into his mind. "You'll be free to prove yourself to Snoke. If you rid him of Force users-"

"Speak to me like that again, and I'll have you bound and gagged!" he screams, whirling around and stomping out. "Captain, send someone to clean up this mess."

"Yes, sir."

Rey paces the tiny room. What have I done? She'd pushed into his mind-she hadn't meant to-yes, you did-against his will, without provocation-

Rey drops onto the small table that serves as her bed. "Help me," she cries, she knows not to whom. "I don't want to choose the Dark Side. Help me."