Lost Girl

Meet the Masters

"Are you nervous?"

Rey looks over at Ahsoka, the two of them sitting behind Anakin and Obi-Wan in the pilot and co-pilot seats respectively. The younger girl had to be around fourteen years old. A red band around her breast and white leggings with a red skirt and boots with a longer lighter pink flap hanging off of her belt and red forearm guards. She was the very definition of physical strength. Her body is covered in strong muscles.

Rey is strong and covered in muscles, but hers was built over a lifetime of having to work herself to the bone simply to survive. She wasn't used to seeing the physical strength of others from a lifestyle not of her own. Ahsoka was strong because she had to train her body in order to be able to serve the people. Be a keeper of the peace.

As much as she wants to return to her master, a part of her can't help but be excited about helping people. She's spent almost all of her life just trying to survive, then the little bit of time in which she was trying to help out the Resistance with her Master - though they didn't really do a whole lot - now she will actually be able to help people. Be able to protect them and keep the peace across the galaxy. She'll be able to save lives. She will be more than just an abandoned child on the sandy planet of Jakku.

"No," Rey says, shaking her head and forcing the thoughts away. "Why would I be nervous?"

Ahsoka shrugs her thin shoulders. "I don't mean that there should be any reason for it. I just can't help but always feel a bit nervous when standing before the Masters."

Rey's brows pull together tightly at that. "I don't understand. Why would you be nervous? I was a scavenger before I met my Master. Unkar Plutt was the only real adult figure in my life. He was the one who provided food and money to me and other's like me on Jakku. He's the Junk Boss. I was never afraid to stand before him, even when he was cruel," Rey says, evenly, not sounding like she was trying to talk down to Ahsoka, simply make a point. "He could single-handedly destroy me and have me killed. I refuse to believe that the Jedi would be that way, therefore I will not be scared to stand before them when I know I have done nothing wrong."

Ahsoka stares at her, blue eyes wide. She looks a mixture of sympathetic, surprised and worried with a touch of admiration. Rey was a very strong woman. Her posture is on point, her face is stoic, and she is peaceful in the Force. She wasn't a pitiful girl, she was proud and strong. She was beautiful, both on the outside and in the Force.

Anakin and Obi-Wan both look at one another, communicating with their eyes. Rey only has a glimpse of Obi-Wan's face, which reveals nothing, and can only see the back of Anakin's head. When Obi-Wan's eyes find her own curious one, he offers a thin smile before turning back around. Rey isn't sure what that means, but she hopes it's something good.

She looks away too. She turns her attention to the ship around her.

The Twilight, as it is referred to as, is basically a hunk of junk held together by tape and a few loose screws. It's been carefully tended to, though, Rey can see many hours has been put into maintaining the structural integrity of the ship. Anakin seems quite proud of it. So she can only assume that he was the one that loved it enough to look after it. Rey sort of feels bad now.

The Millennium Falcon isn't garbage. The Twilight is.

But Anakin seems to love it, so she wasn't going to hurt his feelings. It's not worth it. He's been nothing but kind to her since she got to them. Well, for the most part. Rey is still trying to acclimate to this new life. She's trying to get her feet steadily beneath her. Trying to wrap her head around everything going on, and it's not really working.