A Lost Tale of Broken Stars : A Reylo Sequel

6 | A FALSE HOPE

"To say the Jedi dies, the Light dies is vanity..."
-LUKE SKYWALKER

It was dark now as Ben and Rey worked on fixing the falcon. They were tired, but they felt like they owed it to the ship to get it going again. Then called it a night, and walked back to their hut holding hands. When they got there, they were getting ready for bed and Rey watched him take off his shirt, revealing his scars. Sensing the conflict within him, she gently rested a hand on his back. "What is it my love?"

Ben stiffened, unsure of himself. "What if this was a bad idea?" He asked. "What if I'm not supposed to be here?"

"Draven entrusted us with this," said Rey.

"It's you he trusts," he said. "What if he was right not to trust me?"

"Shhh..." Rey kissed him softly, placing a palm on his face. "I trust you."

Ben smiled against her lips, as he whispered, "Why do you always know what to say?"

"I don't," she admitted, as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "I just know who you are, Ben Solo." And she truly did know everything, from those vulnerable brown eyes that seen so much...that saw her.

"And I know you," he whispered back. "Rey."

That night they let their love consume them, their past troubles and conflicts ceased to exist as they united their bodies, harmoniously.

Rey waited for Ben to fall asleep before she got up as quietly as she can. She got dressed, and took what she needed. But before she left, she looked at Ben and whispered, "I'm sorry." And she was, because now she knew the path she walked will be different from his. And once she was outside of the hut, she ran into the forest. Tears flooded her eyes as the truth became clear to her. The truth of her past...

She found the clearing where Poe's X-Wing stood, and she didn't hesitate to get inside. She punched in the coordinates and left the planet, knowing she'd never return.

***

"This better work." Poe said, as he walked like a Deathtrooper escorting a prisoner.

Cade's wrists were shackled as they entered a console room, with two technicians at the panel. "Can we help you?" One asked.

"I have a prisoner who might know the whereabouts of the rebel we're looking for," said Poe, as he jabbed the blaster against Cade's back.

And with fast reflexes, Cade unshackled himself, and with his own hidden blaster, shot the technicians. Taking them by surprise.

"Let's hurry," said Cade. "...we don't have a lot of time. Someone might've heard that."

Both Cade and Poe searched for prisoner names, but there were no names. Just titles, like defector, traitor or insurgent. Following his instincts Poe chose to free them all, unlocking all prisoner doors. With hope, he took off his helmet and hurried through the corridor, calling out for Draven.

"He's not here," someone said.

Poe turned around, "Who are you, and how do you know he's not here?"