Forgotten, But Not Lost

Chapter 47

Amar was piloting her TIE in hyperspace, when a strange pain came through stronger and stronger in her abdomen. Amar looked down to see blood coming out from a hole that was now gouged in her stomach. Amar suddenly and quickly grabbed both of her hands to apply pressure on the wound. Amar reached out through the force and felt Kylo had been wounded. As quickly as the injury came, it started to dissipate in an instance. Amar didn't know what to think. How had she been able to heal? Amar didn't waste much more time and went back into hyperspace. If she had been that badly injured then surely Kylo had as well.

There was a shift in the force after her body healed, she could feel Kylo's aura start to fade away and Amar started to feel his old self start to return. All she knew was that she needed to find him and find him now.

Entering the surface of Kef Bir was ominous to say the least. The planet was vastly covered in ocean, but sitting in the middle, were the ruins of the second Death Star. Amar was no longer hopeful for finding Kylo as she landed on the surface of the wreckage. As she approached the planet before, many ships jettisoned into hyperspace as she got there. It had seemed whoever was on the planet below had quickly made their way off of it. Amar had reached out through the force, feeling for him below. Amar could feel a small presence, which enticed her to still land on the surface below and search around for any clues that could give her an idea.

The feeling was minimal through the force, it couldn't possibly be Kylo himself, but rather a part of him? That made Amar even more curious, what would he have left here on this planet?

The wreckage was massive, considering the Death Star rivaled the size of a small moon. Amar knew this could take a while, but the force was strongest in one spot on the Death Star. Amar followed a pathway set out for her through her instincts, she had to climb and jump for majority of her path. Amar finally reached what was the throne room of her grandfather's. She had been climbing for what seemed like hours by the time she had reached this particular spot, Amar was exhausted mentally and physically. The closer and closer she got to the throne seat, she could feel herself draining. This wasn't normal. Something about this place was sucking all of her being out.

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Back on Coruscant, the Bridger's holopad started transmitting a message that was sent around the galaxy from the Resistance. Particularly from Lando Calrissian, he was sending out a call to arms for people of the galaxy to stand up and fight against the Final Order. They had received an earlier holo message about the Final Order and the rise of the Emperor. They had then begun to worry about Amar and her safety. They had heard zero word from her since she had left the planet those weeks ago. Iris and Tana had felt something happen through the force but couldn't further explain it to anyone. Ezra and Maru grew more worried as the days went by, would their daughter ever return to them?

Everyone was now listening to Calrissian's transmission in the living area, as it cut out, they all looked at each other. Ezra was the first to jump to action, he grabbed his holopad and started messaging someone quickly. Maru came up behind him concerned and asked him what he was doing?

"I am reaching out to Jacen Syndulla, he will help us. We can ask him to pick us up in the Ghost and we will join the fight for the galaxy." Ezra expressed to the group as he continued to reach out over his holopad.

Jacen Syndulla was the son of Hera and Kanan Jarrus (Loth-Wolf Dume), he had taken over being the pilot to his mother's ship, the Ghost. Jacen had always helped fight alongside the Resistance and followed in his mother's footsteps.

Ahsoka approached Ezra and Maru.

"What about the girls? Exegol is no place for the younglings." Ahsoka asked their grandparents. Ezra looked to Maru and she simply nodded.

"I will watch over them here, I will keep them safe." Maru clarified to the group.

"That settles it then, Ezra and Sabine will join the fight with the rest of the galaxy and I will stay behind with Maru and watch over the twins." No one argued with the wise Master Ahsoka.

Jacen shortly came to Coruscant after Ezra had reached out and picked up Ezra and Sabine. They were off to give a lending hand to crush the remnants of the Empire once and for all and to hopefully find out anything about Amar's whereabouts.

Hours went by and there was no word from the battle that was happening in the skies of Exegol. Ahsoka sat in the living area meditating with her legs crossed. She could feel through the force the draining of Amar's life force. Ahsoka knew there was something wrong and that there was more than just Amar's life at stake. There were two other beings simultaneously having the same events happen.

Iris and Tana came rushing out of their rooms, screaming for help. Ahsoka and Maru quickly rushed to each girl and ran their hands over their arms to see why they seemed like they were in pain. Their faces expressed one that was immense pain, like they were being torn by an unknown force. All the girls could muster out of their mouths,

"Momma and Daddy are dying!" The twins curled over in pain on the ground as Maru and Ahsoka sat there rendered useless.

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Amar laid on the cold and damp floor of the throne room of the Death Star, she was in so much pain. Amar could barely stand, what was happening to her? She could feel through the force that she was not alone and others were in the same pain, but she could feel their life force being drained almost to completion.

Amar made the assumption that Kylo must have followed Rey off the planet of Kef Bir and Rey must have ended up on Exegol. The power that was gaining through the force was one she recognized. Her grandfather, Palpatine, he must had been taking the life force away from both of them. While simultaneously draining Amar's because all three of them were linked in one way or another to each other. Amar rolled onto her back and couldn't help but feel useless, she was going to die here on the final resting place of the Death Star and what should have been her grandfathers grave. A fitting end to a sad story. Tears streamed down her face as the agony came in pulses, she could feel her Ben's aura reaching out. He also was in pain and his life force was depleting fast.

Palpatine had played them, all of them. He never wanted Amar or Rey by his side, he wanted to take out the threat that loomed over his head, which was the three of them clearly. He had played with Ben and Amar's mind as younglings and lead them straight to where he wanted them to go, in his trap. Amar couldn't help but feel useless, but that was not what she was taught to do, she couldn't give up.

Amar had to get up and be strong, she needed to push through, she could do this. The connection of Ben's still lingering on the planet gave her the extra push that she needed to find it. Amar slowly made her way to a ledge that overlooked the vast ocean beyond, what could possibly be out there that was Ben's?

Amar closed her eyes and slowly lifted her arm out and reached, through the force. Her force reached out for whatever it was to be placed in her awaiting hand. Suddenly Amar felt heavy metal in her hand, she opened her eyes to find Kylo's lightsaber in her hands. He had tossed it into the ocean, Amar stared at the saber, she couldn't believe he had renounced himself as Kylo Ren. There was hope, it started to fill Amar and a smile reached her lips.

Then it all changed. Kylo Ren's lightsaber dropped from her hands and hit the ground with a metal bang.

Amar grabbed her chest and sunk down to her knees.

His soul. His being. His existence.

Fading away into the force and leaving her to be completely and utterly alone. She knew now what she always feared would come to pass... Ben Solo had died.