Starlight (A Reylo Story)

1. Rey

||Rey||

The face mask clung to her face. She could barely breathe. Sweat drenched her body and made her skin itch. With her bag swung over her back, she began climbing down on a cable between the treacherous walls. Alone and tiny in comparison to the massive sideway reck, Rey descended the two- hundred-foot lony cable, landing hard onto rusty metal followed by a loud thud.

Dragging her foundings, she made her way out through a slit of sunlight. Standing at the bottom of an epic engine of a decaying, crashed star destroyer, she took the goggles and the face mask off. She opened her canteen shaking the two drops of water left into her mouth then sat on a piece of metal sheet and slid down a sand dune. She rode the mountain of sand towards the salt flats below. Jumping onto her junker speeder, she fired the sputtery engine and speeded towards the desert town she had to call home for her entire life.

Upon arriving to the town, she hauled her sack from the speeder to a cleaning table in Niima post then started scrubbing her day's salvage. Besides her sat an old woman doing the same. Rey watched her getting lost in the simple moment. Moments like this one were rare for her. Moments where she could see the beauty of life in small things. Her few seconds of serenity were cut short by an Underling barking something at her in another language. She bit her tongue, fighting the urge to roll her eyes. She needed those pieces for food and she couldn't risk them being taken away. After cleaning the pieces, she made her way to Niima trading structure. She looked up to her boss who sat behind a service window. Two feet above her, behind a protective scree, Unkar Plutt, a disgusting fifty years old blobfish, examined her pieces.

" What you've brought me today is worth... Hmmm... one quarter portion." He offered. And despite her disappointment, Rey could do nothing but nod her head thanks. It was either that or starving for the rest of the day. There was no contest. She grabbed the sealed packet Unkar had pushed through his transfer drawer. Swallowing her resentment for him, Jakku and her life, she headed off.

The sun shone bright as Rey arrived to her dwelling. She scratched another mark among thousands on the rusty wall. Another day on Jakku and no one have come for her. Yet she still hoped as she sighed taking a look at her surroundings. Her eyes fell on the table next to her bed . A dried desert flower in a rusty engine piece. A rough stuffed handmade doll, formed from an orange rebellion suit material and twine. The loneliness in her heart got heavier. She cooked for one as she did everything.

it's always been her. Stranded on this planet and struggling for survival on her own. Loneliness was a fire she held close to her skin. She'd been waiting for twenty years. And no one have come yet. She knew they never would. But hoping was easier than admitting no one wanted her. She'd been haunted by the flashes of her memory. A young version of herself sobbing and begging not to be left behind. And no one listened.

At dusk, she sat on the leg of an ancient AT-AT in which she lived, eating like a starving child even licking the metal plate. Looking at the horizon, she caught sight of single silent ship flying off. She sighed and picked up an old broken rebellion helmet that rested beside her putting it on.

Suddenly, ( and trust I did not want to use that word) She heard a distant beeping squeal. She stood up instantly tearing the helmet off. Hearing the beep again, she hurried to her quarterstaff. Climbing the dune, she saw an astromech droid -our beloved BB8- caught by a net and being held by a Teedo riding a Luggabeast. BB8 struggled to free himself, beeping madly as the Teedo yelled at him. Rey couldn't keep watching the injustice that happened before her. She marched towards the scenery.

" Tal'ama parqual." She yelled out to the brutish desert tyrant who went silent along with BB8 and looked at her. Guetting no responce Rey huffed an annoyed breath.

"Parqual Zatana!"

The Teedo yelled back at her threatening. BB8's head kept swiveling back and forth between the pair, ass if watching a tennis match. Rey ignored the tyrant and grabbed a knife from her pouch angrily cutting BB8 out of his netting. The Teedo freaked out and started screaming afain, insulting.

"NOMA!" Rey stated fiercely, her voice leaving no room for discussion.

"Aaaaaah!" The Teedo waved his hands around, heading off on his beast. BB8 then, started beeping at the departing bully provocatively.

"Shhhh." Rey shushed the droid stifling a laugh. BB8 stopped squealing instantly but then beeped a question at the girl who kneeled in front of him.

"That's just a Teedo. Wants you for parts. He has no respect for anyone. Your antenna's bent." She straightened the droid's antenna, considering him for the first time. "Where do you come from?"

BB8 beeped again.

"Classified, really? Me too, big secret." She pointed at the horizon, "Niima outpost is that way, stay off Kelvin Ridge. Keep away from the Sinking Fields in the north, you'll drown in the sand." She instructed, standing and walking off. BB8 started after her, beeping.

"Don't follow me. Town's that way." She turned sharply, raising her eyebrow. He beeped again.

"No." She said firmly, and walked away again. Using another strategy, BB8 beeped something sweet about how he was scared and alone. She turned around and glared at him. She was about to refuse again. But she couldn't. She spent her entire life alone, having no one to lean on. And BB8, even as a droid, could still feel alone. She never wanted anyone to feel the way she felt. Sighing, she reluctantly nodded her head.

"Come on." The droid followed her as Led the way.

"In the morning, you go." He beeped thanking her.

"Your welcome." She smiled as they both made their way back to her dwelling.

Maybe, at last, she wasn't as alone as she thought she was.



It's the first chapter!! Do you like it? I wanna know all of your thoughts. I struggled a but with expressing Rey's loneliness because as a person who doesn't really depend on people or likes being around them for that matter, I couldn't relate. And I think that's one of the many challenges we face while writing. Having to put ourselves in situations we haven't experienced before. It's always hard to express feelings you've never felt. I hope you liked it. Let me know what you thought in the comments. Also, next chapter is in Kylo's POV *insert winky face*

Roumy.