Cho and Marie were laughing at me. I mean, everyone was laughing at me, but those two were being the most vocal about it.

"What? I never said I was good at flying, just that I could fly," I shrugged as the Antille's shook their heads at me.

"Your father would be so disapointed," Veela rolled her eyes, looking over at the X-Wing wreckage.

"Correction; is so disapointed," Ben pointed out as he sat on the rocks. I shot a glare at him, and he held his hands up in defence immediately. Jakkal and Alec, hit his shoulders as a sign of repect, admiring his bravery for insulting me.

"Am I gonna regret letting my brother hang out with you, Bane?" I rolled my eyes as the boys laughed.

"Yeah, maybe he'll tell me more stuff like the fact you used to be scared of Wampas," Alec spoke up on Jakkal's behalf, and just as I was about to punch him, Uncle Luke appeared around the corner.

"Once you've all stopped embarrassing each other, can we start?" He asked, and I rolled my eyes slightly. He sounded so sarcastic in that moment, almost like my dad. I was going to tell him that all the years with Han Solo had rubbed off onto him, but he'd already started talking about the force, and had already lifted the crashed X-Wing off the ground.

"Feeling sentimental?" I heard a voice say, almost like shouting, making me jolt awake. The words felt like ice water running down my spine, realising that almost everyone I'd been dreaming about were dead. I gasped for air, like I'd been holding my breath whilst passed out.

My whole body ached too, epecially my left shoulder, the one I'd been leaning on. My mind felt fuzzy, and as I tried to make out my surroundings, I squinted, seeing double. I sat up slightly, leaning on my hands for support, only to realise where I was. I was at Starkiller Base, taken captive, sat in front of Supreme Leader Snoke.

I wanted nothing more than to punch him, or hurt him badly, but I didn't have my lightsaber or blaster, and anyway, he was a hologram. Still, he was looking down at me like I was scum. I guess I was just that to him; a Jedi, the daughter of a rebel general, and a well-known enemy to the First Order.

I didn't know if I was afraid or not. I didn't feel frightened by his presence, not even when I thought about what he's done to my brother, not even when I thought he wanted to do the same to me. I only felt afraid when I realised he'd been looking into my mind. I wonered if he'd seen the map, and then I became afraid, except that was fear for my uncle. After coming to that realisation, I decided to focus all my energy on blocking my mind from Snoke.

"Hey," I faked confidence, smirking slightly when I realised my gesture had taken him aback slightly. "You're building up a pretty good Organa-Solo collection, you got both now. So is there like any reason you had me kidnapped other than to complete your collection?"

"Jedi scum," he adressed me. "I should have known you'd be like this, especially considering your upbringing,"

I got to my feet, my legs shaking slightly as they still had pins and needles, tingling slightly. Grinning, took a deep breath, focusing all of my energy on blocking him from my mind.

"Jedi and Rebel scum, at your service," I mocked him, smirking. 

"I've seen into your mind, Solo," he said darkly, ignoring my last comment.

"Organa-Solo," I grumbled angrily.

"You've missed your brother," he stated. "And your uncle, and your friends. All those force sensitive individuals, what a waste,"

"A waste you ordered," I spat at him, clenching my fist, remembering the way Jax gripped my hand as he died. That death was on Snoke's hands, and I wouldn't let him blame my friend's deaths on them being Jedi. "You wanted them dead. They weren't waste either, they were people. They were children, practically. They didn't deserve to die, you murdered them!"

He laughed slightly, noticing my changing emotions. This was what he wanted, I realised. He wanted me to get upset and angry, because anger was the path to the dark side.

I thought about what my uncle would do. Sit down, probably. Cross legged, like he was meditating. He'd block out the anger and the pain Snoke was trying to push on him. He'd be a Skywalker, a calm, trained, Jedi.

I was not a Skywalker. I wasn't even a fully trained Jedi. I was, however, an Organa, and a Solo, and a very stubborn one too. I decided to remain standing, and keep glaring at him.

"We would have met before, if not for your rebel family, if I can even call them that," Snoke pointed out, and I couldn't help but laugh.

He was right. I'd been arrested by the First Order before (not that I can call this an arrest, more like a kidnapping). I'd been on Tatooine with Uncle Luke, Ben, the Antille's twins and the rest of my group from the Academy. Ben and I got split up from the rest of the group, so we went to the Cantina at Mos Eisley, only to get caught up in a First Order raid. I sent Ben to safety, but they recognised me, considering I already had a history with the First Order, especially with my mother. I was taken on their Star Destroyer, tortured by the Knights of Ren, and then they planned to take me to Snoke, except that was when Dad, Uncle Luke and Chewie managed to break me out. Dad made a joke about having deja-vu, which none of us really found fun, especially as we were being shot at. Ever since then, I'd been on the First Order wanted list, which made travelling really fun.

"Unlucky me," I rolled my eyes. "Unlucky me that I didn't get to meet you in person. I mean, I know master Yoda said not to judge by size, but don't you think the size of your hologram is a little excessive? One would think you're compensating for something,"

"You've seen the map," he stated, ignoring my comments.

"Shame you won't," I spoke calmly, despite my heart racing. What if he had?

"The map isn't what I want from you," he jeered down at me. "Your brother joined me on his own accord and he's strong, stronger than any Jedi or Sith. However, he is yet to prove his ultimate worth. I need another, someone who's power surpasses that of Kylo Ren,"

"His name is Ben," I interrupted him. "And I'm not more powerful than him,"

"Oh, but you are, I've been watching you for a long time, I've wanted you for a long time," he laughed menacingly.

"Then why even bother with Ben if I was the one you wanted?" I yelled, almost angrily.

"The men in your family are so much more weak-willed than the women, he seemed like the easier option," he was trying to make me angry. Trying to push my emotions towards the dark side. I couldn't let it work, I had to fight to keep myself calm.

"You won't change me," I said firmly. "I'm a Jedi," However my mind drifted to the incident in the forest, what Jax said, the Lightning. Looking up, I saw Snoke smile menacingly. He'd seen into my mind, he knew my struggle. "I am a Jedi, you can't change that,"

As soon as I'd spoken, I felt my throat go tight, my airways blocking. My uncle had once told me this was my Grandfather's preferred method of torture, and Snoke must have known this, to use him against me. I felt my entire being be forced onto the floor, my knees making a crashing noise as I fell. Looking up, I saw Snoke smirking slightly, but it wasn't a friendly, smirk like the one my father would smile, it was one that terrified me slightly. As I struggled to breathe, I felt my head begin to pound, like it was being raked though with sharp knives. My vision began to fade, I was being asphyxiated. I didn't know how much longer is stay concious without oxygen, I had to fight it. I flopped forward, the exhaustion of the pain and lack of oxygen taking hold of me. Suddenly, I felt like every cell in my being was being shot by the most powerful blaster in the universe. There was no weapon though, it was all the force, something I had always trusted, yet now it was making me wish I was dead.

The pain was excruciating. I'd been tortured before, but this made that seem like child's play. As my throat began to loosen, my lungs taking in as much air as I could, a whole new wave of pain took hold of me. Snoke was letting me breathe though, at least that was something. He wanted me alive, but right now I'd rather be dead.

"W-Why... Why don't you j-just kill me?" I managed to stutter out, trying to sit up to make sure he saw my glare. My vision was too blurred, too shaky, to see if he was glaring back at me. "I-I'll n-never join you..."

All my limbs ached like I was being electrocuted, except there was no lightning, not like what I had done. I tried to comfort myself, thinking that while ever he was torturing me no one else was being hurt, not even Rey who was somewhere on this base. Not being able to help it any longer, I let out an ear-splitting scream, heaving for breath, my whole being more concentrated on resisting his power than breathing.

"It would be so much easier for you to join me," he said, almost welcoming.

"The dark side... It always is the e-easier option," I choked out, laying down on my side, both hands holding my stomach, where most of my pain was concentrated.

"No! The resistance are tricking you, they don't want to Save Skywalker. They want to kill him! Come to me and you can save your uncle, isn't that what you want?" His voice almost seemed gentle, his words trying to manipulate me.

In front of me, I saw my uncle. That was it, I was done for, I was going mad. My uncle stood over me, a blue glow around him, like a force ghost. Was he dead? Was I dead? Were we both dead? I was too exhausted to think it all through, I just wanted the pain to end.

"Uncle... Uncle Luke..." I breathed out as he bent down to my side. Like with Jax, he could touch me, his hand stroking my hair away from my face. "H-Help me, I'm... I'm not s-strong enough... Make it stop,"

"Lucinda, listen to me," he spoke calmly and firmly, the way he used to when I'd panic. His beard had grown, I noticed as I reached my hand out to stroke it. I'd missed him. He smiled down at me, touching my cheek. I knew he wasn't real, an image of the force. I wanted him to be real so badly. "You are the strongest person I know, stronger than me by far. You can do this, just don't let yourself be taken by him. Hold in there, Lucinda. The force will not hurt you,"

"Well it is," I managed to cough out, before screaming again. It felt like I was having rocks thrown at me non-stop. I felt sick, like all of my organs were being knotted together. "Please, I need you..."

"You don't need me, Lucinda, you just need to stay calm," he reassured me. "For me, I need you to stay calm, because if you do, he can't hurt you. Promise me?"

I nodded furiously, taking note of his words. He was right. I closed my eyes slightly, focusing in on the light inside of me, the force. When I opened my eyes again, my uncle had gone, my hand lingering in the air where it had been rested on his face. I felt tears steaming down my cheeks, wanting him back, but I had to remember his words.

"Stay with me," I whispered, thinking of Luke. He'd been tortured by the force and had lived to tell the tale as well as staying a Jedi, and so would I.

"Liar!" I roared, finally feeling some strength come back to me, the pain beginning to lift, though not because he was stopping, but because I was overpowering him. "You want my Uncle dead, and once you have what you want from me, I'll be dead too! You'll do the same to Ben too!"

Slowly, I began to sit up slightly, shakily getting to my feet.  "I am a Jedi, and you can't hurt me any more,"

"We'll see about that," he laughed once again, as a whole new wave of pain came over me.

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