It took me a moment to fully realise what I'd set out to do. Going back to the resistance was like going back to everything I'd tried to hide from on Jakku, but yet the idea of going back didn't scare me as much as I thought it would. Instead, I began to feel a little ashamed that I wasn't already there. I'd found a place of belonging at my Uncle's academy, and with the Antilles and with Poe, but none of them were around anymore. The only place I was any use was with the resistance, and I felt almost cowardly to have hidden.

My cowardice wasn't helped by the fact that Finn and Rey were still around me, because I knew if it wasn't for them and BB-8 I would still be down on Jakku, meditating my troubles away. Seeing them run from the First Order had been a perfect reminder of everything I'd hid myself from, and I was ashamed I even needed the reminder. Fighting against the First Order had been my life since I was a teenager, and I never realised just how big of a hole had been in my life during exile.

"Do you know where the Resistance base is?" Rey asked me, snapping me from my thoughts, and I immediately glanced down to her in the pit, noticing that she was still tinkering around with the Falcon's mechanics.

"No, I've been off-base for about three years," I shook my head, shrugging to distract myself from the ache of longing I felt in my chest, though that was a struggle given the way that the two of them were looking at me curiously. "I was on a mission, and got a little... Stranded,,"

"What was your mission?" Finn asked,  and though I knew he was asking to detract attention away from him, but if anything it made me question him even more. If he truly was part of the resistance, he'd know exactly who I was, and exactly what mission I was on. 

I also wasn't particularly set on the idea of telling them about the mission. Sure they knew I was a Jedi, but I'd not told them who I was, and to tell them I was on a mission to track down Han Solo would give myself away. Rey might have thought Luke Skywalker was a myth, and Finn might be a liar, but I was yet to meet anyone who hadn't heard of the infamous smuggler Han Solo, and anyone that had heard of my dad had heard of me too. We looked too similar, not to mention I had a bounty on my head from the First Order and several warlords me andDad had managed to annoy. Anything I said could trigger a realisation for the two of them, and I didn't particularly wanting them knowing my truth just yet.

They would find out eventually, and no matter how much I felt the force telling me to trust the two of them, too many years of running and hiding meant that I wanted to keep my identity secret for just a little longer. With a sigh, I hopped up to my feet, crossing the floor of the living area and sitting down by the holo-chess board, propping my feet up onto the board as BB-8 rolled over to me, whistling something about why I'd left. Before I'd even had chance to speak, BB-8 had told them both, and though I could tell Finn didn't understand droid binary, Rey was looking at me wide-eyed again. 

"You were on a mission to track down the general of the battle of Endor?" she asked me and I sighed, scowling down at the droid. 

"Thanks for that, buddy," I rolled my eyes. "But yeah. History's repeated itself in terms of the First Order rising, so I just had an idea of finding any remaining generals from the old days. Didn't really work out though," 

"And you've been gone for three years?" Finn asked me raising his eyebrows and though I was grateful that neither of them really knew about the battle of Endor, I found myself hating Finn's tone. 

"How long have you been off base for?" I hit back, narrowing my eyes at him, though I instantly regretted my sharp tone when I saw slight panic on his face, especially as Rey looked over at him hopefully. 

"Finn, do you know?" Rey asked, his panic clearly intensifying.

"It's a... It's really a need to know thing," Finn detoured anxiously, and I felt him glance over at me. I got up from my seat, pacing back over to them and he must have known my scepticism when I knelt down by his side as he shuffled away from me ever so slightly.

"Well, we need to know," I told him firmly. "Poe Dameron needs us to know, otherwise he died for nothing. Luke Skywalker needs us to know, or he will die, and so will General Organa, and the rest of the resistance. If the First Order rises up we will all die, and the only chance of that not happening is us getting that map to base. So... fancy telling us?"

I knew my tone had been harsh, but Finn looked terrified. He wasn't part of the resistance, I knew that much at least, but what I could sense as soon as the fear appeared in his eyes was that he was running from something. I felt sorry for him, but at the same time I was also blinded by my determination to live out Poe's last mission and get home. Suddenly, before I could say anything further, there was a bang and Rey ducked down to fix whatever had gone wrong. I wanted to laugh at her urgency for repairs, since I was far too used to the maintenance needs of the Falcon, but I didn't have chance, not as Finn turned to me with a worried look.

"Listen, I-" He began, keeping his voice low so Rey didn't hear, but I cut him off with a small laugh. 

"You're not part of the resistance, I know," I rolled my eyes, and when he looked at me confusedly, I gestured down to the lightsaber on my belt. "Jedi, remember? I could sense it,"

"Well, whatever, I want to help you, I want to get Beebee-Ate to the resistance, for Poe," he told me, and though his mention of Poe felt as though I'd just been shot I pushed my grief away, the two of us turning to look over at the droid who'd rolled over to us. "Tell us the location of your base," 

"Come on, Beebee, you trust me, right?" I prompted him, knowing he was still wary of Finn, and after looking between the two of us he whistled out an answer making me grin as I rubbed his head. "Thanks, buddy,"

"What did he say?" Finn frowned. 

"The Illenium system," I told him, my mind set on trying to think of how we could get there and what the quickest route would be. 

"The Illenium system?" Rey shot up from where she'd been working, looking at Finn and I as she overheard us. 

I nodded, and so did Finn, who, as soon as Rey turned away, he shot BB-8 a thumb up. The droid mimicked his move by flicking out a lighter. I let out another small laugh, whilst also feeling slightly relieved. It seemed like a simple gesture, but I knew the droid was usually quite hesitant around new people. If he trusted Finn even with his ambiguity, so did I.

"Right, I'll go put the coordinates in, sooner we do that, the sooner we get to the resistance," I spoke as I began walking to the cockpit.

"No, wait," Rey called, and I stopped in my tracks. "You seem to know this ship really well, would you just help me with this?" 

I nodded once more as heading back over to her, jumping back down into the pit. Yet as soon as I was down there, my eyes scanning over the pipes that she was taping up, I realised she didn't need any help. She seemed an expert, and the few skills I'd picked up as a mechanic for the resistance seemed to be overshadowed by her. 

"Luke Skywalker," she began, and I hoped she didn't notice the way I flinched at the mention of my Uncle. "He trained you, and you're part of the resistance," 

"Yeah," I nodded, my hands nervously going to my shirt to pull it down over my lightsaber out of habit. 

"How did you know that you..." she started to ask me, but I could tell she didn't know how to phrase her question. It was like she was nervous around me, intimidated slightly, though I knew that was just because she'd probably never met anyone like me before. 

"How did I know I had the force, or how did I know I wanted to be part of the resistance?" I asked on her behalf, and I sensed she wanted the answer to both. "Because of my family, for both parts. Being force sensitive wasn't something that came as a surprise to my parents since our family has quite a close connection to the force. It just so happened that we knew Luke though, and he promised to train me. Same with the resistance. My parents were fighters in the rebellion against the Empire, so when the First Order appeared the fight started again, except this time I joined them. Being a Jedi, and then being a member of the resistance... They're the only things I've ever known,"

"Do you not see your family?" he asked, a look on her face that wasn't quite sympathy, more understanding. 

Looking at her, I reached out in the force, sensing an intense feeling of loneliness surrounding her. The way she felt was like how I'd felt for the past three years alone on Jakku, maybe even the way I'd felt since the fall of the academy, except there was a sadness about her. She was a kind person, and I instantly felt as though I knew her. I felt as though I related to her so much, and for the first time in years I didn't feel so alone, because here was someone who seemed so much like me. 

"Not for a while," I admitted, forcing back my emotions once more. "The Resistance is my family now though, and I've hid from them for too long. I've lost a lot in this war, but my mother always used to say that we should never act as though the galaxy has it against us as there is alays someone caught in a worse situation,"

Mentioning my mother hurt in a way that I didn't expect, and I realised just how badly I wanted to see her. If I'd lost Poe, my mother was the only person I had left, and I wanted to be with her as soon as possible. As my mind considered how badly I wanted to hug her and tell her I was sorry for disappearing, I recalled all my memories of her at the resistance. She used to have me shadow her whilst she worked with the generals, as if grooming me for leadership, and sometimes when she was working so hard she would turn to me, desperate for a new perspective on a matter, exhausted of racking her brain. I missed the nights where Poe would be out on a mission so I would sit with her, the two of us reading. It was the only time I ever really knew peace after losing my brother, and I knew whenever she would pat my knee fondly she was thinking about the old days. The thought of the old days was what had driven me to leave in order to find them out again, but I was blinded by my desire for the past and didn't notice what I still had. I'd lost Poe, but I refused to lose my mother as well. 

"Doesn't matter anyway," I said almost sharply, shaking my head to clear my mind of the thoughts of my mother. "What about you, Rey the Scavenger?" 

"I'm no one," she said simply, and something told me not to persist, knowing how it felt to want to keep my identity a secret.

Even with all the secrets,there was something familiar about Rey. She was so sweet, a gentle smile occasionally crossing her face, her eyes calm and almost loving. She'd been on Jakku for what I guessed was most of her life and it had made her harder, but her hardness didn't corrode her personality, as she remained kind hearted. There was something about her, something that called to me, but I didn't know what. It was something to do with the force, it always was, but I wasn't sure what. One thing I was certain on though, Rey was special. 

"You don't have to be no one though," I told her, remembering her piloting skills. "Have you thought of joining the resistance? We could always use pilots as good as you,"

"I can't, I need to get back to Jakku," she told me with an apologetic smile, and I sensed hesitancy around her, like she was unwilling to leave Jakku in case she missed something; yet another thing I could relate to.

"What is it on Jakku? Why does everybody want to get back to Jakku?" Finn interrupted, and I suddenly remembered the man who had been sat outside the pit, far too focused on Rey to remember his presence. He looked so exhausted by the word 'Jakku' and if we weren't in a moderately serious situation, I'd have laughed at him. "You're a pilot, you can go wherever you want. You got a family back there? A cute boyfriend? Boyfriend, is that why?"

"It's none of your business," Rey snapped back at him and I turned my head, rolling my eyes as their bickering reminded me of all the evenings I'd spent with Izzy and Erika in our dorm room at the academy, the three of us debating over anything we set our mind to.  

"You're right, it is none of our business," I shrugged, respecting her privacy, something I could tell she was glad of. "But still, just consider it okay? After Poe, the resistance doesn't have an abundance of amazing pilots. You'd be appreciated a lot there,"

 BB-8 beeped something in response to what I'd said, something about Poe and his piloting skills. I winced slightly, trying to keep my mind from my best friend, not wanting to feel the pain of the loss just yet. Once we were safe at the resistance, once my mother had the map to Uncle Luke, then I could mourn. Thankfully, a siren rang out around the ship, providing the perfect distraction. 

"Holy Kenobi, old girl, what now?" I muttered to the ship, pulling myself out of the pit, offering Rey my hand to help her out. 

Once we were both out of the pit, we exchanged a look with Finn, and the three of us and the droid ran to the cockpit. I got in first, storming over to the window only to see we had gotten caught in the tractor beam of a larger ship. I felt my heart pounding anxiously in my chest as I realised we were being pulled closer to the ship, and though I was trying to remember my training to stay calm, I felt fear overtake me as I realised just what the ship looked like; a star destroyer. 

My previous celebrations now felt foolish as I fell back into the pilot's seat, trying to stay calm as my head fell into my hands. They'd caught up, the First Order was here. Every anxious fear I'd felt regarding the First Order seemed to double as I realised our doomed fate. I'd accepted the fact that I would probably going to die at the hands of them, that was the result of being raised in the resistance but the thought of what was to come scared me. They were going to kill Finn and Rey, steal the map to Uncle Luke, find and kill him too, and most likely take out the resistance whilst they're at it. I would probably not be killed as carelessly, Ben would not have them do that. He'd try and make me turn, to join him and Snoke, but if I refused I would die by his lightsaber, just like our friends from the academy. 

As I connected to the force, my mind clear as I narrowed my eyes, and I could sense a presence on that ship that I hadn't for a long time. It was calling to me, wanting me to get to whoever was on board. If it was the First Order, the force wanted me to get to Ben. I tried to tell myself that it was just our family bond, the sibling bond that had made us a duo to contend with back in the old days calling out to me once again. Yet, the optimist in my couldn't help but think that the force was telling me something, as if the force was calling me to bring him back to the light.

Our ship banged down on the hangar, and I quickly pulled myself back to my feet. Regardless of what the force was telling me, I refused to meet with the First Order and not be guns-a-blazing. I clenched my fist, one hand going to my weapons belt as I turned to Finn and Rey, faking a confident smirk. 

"I think it's time to hide," I suggested, and the three of us began running.

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