Eventually the torture ended. Eventually my pain ceased. It was weird at first, I almost felt like I was missing something, since it had been such a prominent feeling.

When Snoke gave up, his hologram fading as he cursed me under his breath, swearing to be back, not admitting defeat, I passed out on the floor where I lie. Too tired to even move, I couldn't bear trying to get up to find an escape route. My eyelids shut firmly, I tapped into the force, no longer caring if it caused lightning like last time. I was hoping to see my uncle again, though at that point I was beginning to doubt if he had really been there, or just an image of my imagination. Snoke had probably pushed my mind to the limit, causing me to see my mentor. I wish he'd really been there. I wanted him badly. I wanted my parents too.

My parents. I'd spoken to them so horribly the last time I'd seen them. What if Snoke had me killed, and their last memory of me was acting like a brat? I had to see them again.

"Lucinda," a voice spoke through the force. I knew it well, a faint smile creeping on my face as I opened my eyes to see Master Obi Wan sat in front of me. He looked younger than the last time I'd seen him, a lot younger. He was handsome, very handsome, as weird as that was to say.

"Hello there," I muttered sarcastically, hough I was too drained to try and be upbeat. "The force surrounds this place with darkness, they'll sense your presence here," I stated bluntly, beginning to sit up slightly.

"I know, but I must speak to you," he reasoned.

"Master... Obi Wan, I don't know if I'm strong enough to resist him if he does that again," I admitted, shaking slightly, like I was having a panic attack, my stomach turning at the memory of the torture. "I-I'm not strong enough. I'd rather he kill me,"

"Listen to me," he said firmly. "You're strong enough to summon me even after all you've just been though. You resisted him,"

"Because my Uncle told me to!" I argued back, feeling my cheeks flush red.

"No, Lucinda, the force inside you appeared that way to you as it knew he was someone you'd listen to," he explained gently. I took in a deep breath, crossing my legs like I was meditating. "Snoke will not hurt you again, I know it, but if he does, well, you are strong enough to hold your ground, and you hold the high ground in this situation. You are the strongest Jedi living, stronger than I could have ever hoped to be,"

"The incident in the forest... I fear I'm already going..." I daren't say the word 'dark'. Even saying it scared me.

"You're right, no Jedi has ever done that before," he nodded, my head falling into my hands. "You must trust in yourself, and in the force. The force gave you this power for a reason, and I know why,"

"Well I don't," I rolled my eyes, reminding myself of my father.

"It is because you are strong enough to control it!" He exclaimed, like it excited him. "It is a power of the Sith, the weak force users. You do have connections to the dark side, and they will play a large part in your future, but you must trust in your instincts, and trust in the force. Do you understand?"

"Yes," I nodded quickly, blinking away tears I didn't know we're forming.

"May the force be with you," he said finally, offering me a last gentle smile before he disappeared before my eyes.

Once he was gone, I got shakily to my feet, holding my hands out to steady my balance. My head was still pounding, but after talking to Obi Wan, I was beginning to feel slightly better, a little less afraid, though I still didn't fully understand. I limped towards the blast door, looking over the controls. I'd lost my blaster and lightsaber back with the Resistance, so I was weaponless, but not defenceless; I knew how to fight with my hands, and I had the force.

I had also learnt several forms of coding from Threepio, which meant I could hack into the door controls with ease. As it slid open, I heard the voices of stormtroopers on guard. I stood for a moment, counting their voices. One, two, three, four. I could handle that. Glancing down the corridor through the open door, I waved my hand through the air, causing some boxes to fall.

"Go check that out," one of the troopers ordered, causing two of them to run in that general direction.

Smirking slightly I took a step out of the doorway. Hearing my footsteps, the troopers turned around, pointing their blasters at me. I threw my fist at one of their helmets, making them stumble slightly. I kicked at their hands, making the blaster fly into the air. Calling it to me, it landed into my hands. I pulled the trigger suit, killing one, before turning my fire on the other, who was halfway down the corridor to get more stormtroopers. The noise of the fight attracted back the other two, who joined their comrades on the floor after I shot them too.

Sighing, I began running down the nearest corridor. I had no idea where to go, but decided following my instincts was better than standing in one place to wait and figure out a plan. I stuck to the shadows, staying hidden, only going down empty corridors. My heart was pounding, but for once, I wasn't afraid. It felt like the first time in forever, but I wasn't scared. I listened to myself, to my instincts, to the force, and it lead me right where I needed to go.

Clutching the blaster to my chest, I looked out over the ship hangar from the platform I was stood on. I needed to steal a ship, but that would mean climbing down a large drop, and I couldn't climb and keep hold of the weapon; it was much to big for my holster.

This was the first time I was stuck. My instincts told me to get on a ship, but that might have been because I'd spent the last two years on a ship, and ships meant safety to me. However, the logical side of my mind told me to stay put, that someone would be coming.

So, I stayed put. I found a dark corner between one of the corridors, still in sight of the hangar. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath, exhausted but exhilarated. I had no idea why I had the feeling I should wait, but considering I'd spent the last two years waiting, I wasn't adverse to a little longer. Setting my blaster down, I re-braided my  hair to distract myself from thinking too much into the situation. I noticed my hair needed cutting, the length reaching almost my waist, the ends frizzing up slightly. It's funny what you notice when you're distracting yourself from the fear of being caught and killed by the First Order. Tying it off, I twirled it up into a bun on top of my head, thinking of the way my mother used to do my hair.

As I fixed my hair into place, I felt something in the force telling me to get up from the floor. Listening to it, I stood, peeking around the corner to see a familiar scavenger running down the corridor, looking as nervous as I felt, holding a blaster uncertainly. Rey. A slight smile creeping onto my face, I stepped into the light and ran to her. Not realising it was me, she gasped, pointing the blast gun at me, until she saw my face.

"Luci!" She gasped, wrapping her arms around me as I reached her. "What are you doing here?"

"I got taken too, but that doesn't matter," I dismissed my own problems, holding her shoulders as I pulled her back into the corner. "Are you okay? Are you hurt? Did Kylo Ren do anything to you?"

"He tried, but I resisted him," she explained, and then looked down at the floor, almost anxious. "Luci, I think Maz was right,"

"She normally is," I smiled gently. "Did he hurt you?"

"No, I mean, a little, maybe," I could see she was avoiding the truth. "Why are you so concerned?"

"Became you made a promise not to die, remember?" I grinned and I thought I saw her rolling her eyes as she let out a small laugh. "Plus..."

"Plus?" She frowned after my voice trailed off.

I'd not told her about Ben, my brother, being Kylo Ren, the man who'd tortured her. I'd not told anyone directly; everyone who mattered knew, and never brought it up. Rey and Finn mattered though, but was that point really the best to tell Rey? I mean, no point in conversation is ever great to tell your new best friend that your younger brother is a Sith Lord who murdered children, fought with the dark side within the First Order and was the person who'd just finished torturing her.

"Doesn't matter, I'll tell you later," I shrugged.

"We need to get out of here, steal a ship," she suggested, looking out over the hangar.

"No, we should wait, the force will send us a solution," I told her firmly, looking over the hangar in the same direction as she was.

That was when I noticed three figures stood on the other side. The three men, well, two men, one young, one older, and a wookiee. Looked like we had our solution.

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