TRANSMISSION RECEIVED

"Only a fool doesn't have fear. Without fear, you wouldn't last a blasted day in this galaxy. Just put it to something useful."

                  Identity search. . .

          Identity found. . . Boba Fett.

REY

Birds
cry out in the distance and echoed in the cave that Luke and I sat in now. He's bent over a small fire that caressed a pot filled with an assortment of greens, probably picked from the island shores.

The smell of salt and other unidentifiable spices wafted up to my nose from the steaming pot.

"I'm sure you have many questions," he says, his voice drifted slowly through the air.

"I do," I reply simply.

Questions without answers was a heavy burden to carry on your shoulders for twenty-two years. The air of forever long suspense Luke carried was less than satisfying.

"Go ahead and ask your first question," said Luke, as he gently stirred the contents of the pot.

"Who am I?" I ask.

My mouth felt dry again as I asked, that wasn't even the question I was thinking of.

"You think loudly," he physically made an unreadable expression, "the Force compels you to ask the question that has made your heart ache since you were a child."

My heart did ache. It was cracking to the core and empty, only up until I met the Resistance I had nothing to believe in. I take a deep breath, cooling my mind as I try to sort out my thoughts.

"You know very well who you are, you don't need me to tell you." Luke said with a slight chuckle, raising his tone and a small smile creeping onto his face, making his wrinkles stretch.

I accidentally release a small frustrated groan with a rush of air out of my nose as I run my stressed hands through my hair, doing a better job at tussling it than the howling wind that screamed at the mouth of the cave.

Luke tapped the wooden spoon on the rim of the pot, sending a delicate patting sound across the room. Then he sat and stared directly at me.

"Focus Rey, reach deep inside your mind. The Force will guide you."

I gulp down the lump in my throat and the sweat that had paused its progression, now released havoc on my face. I never asked for any this.

Closing my eyes tightly, I listened to my surroundings. I can hear the birds crowing, the seas crashing against the rocks, Luke's heart slowly pumping blood through his veins and his controlled breathing. I can feel the hard rocky surface that I sit on now, boring into my thighs and backside. Until I could hear a familiar sound...children laughing?

My eyes spring open to see an entirely different place.

Flashback:

"Kira!" A young voice yells.

A small girl stands before me, no older than twelve. Her bright, fair skin shines in the glowing yellow sun. Her freckled face bore chestnut eyes that were framed with muddy-hued hair that was tied up into a messy bun. She wore a small beige tunic with baggy brown pants and leather boots.

"Kira, c'mon!" The boyish voice continued to exasperatedly drone on.

A high pitched ringing wiggled itself into my ears and I winced from the pain. Attempting to ignore it, I knelt down to her level on one knee. She looked straight through me as if I wasn't even there.

Suddenly there was a tall, lean boy coming up from behind her. His black hair was much darker than the girls but his eyes were the same, a deep brown. His locks tumbled down just above his shoulders but a small chunky braid was fastened with some string and was sticking out to the side ever so slightly. He wore the same baggy garb that the young girl did, his boots slammed on the ground as he made his way towards her and latched their hands together.

"Kira he needs you." The boy said. Playfully rolling his eyes and dragging her away from the large stone that stood before her.

"Yes, Ben." She complied obliquely, stopping the struggle against him. Taking her hand with his, they made their way away from me into an all too familiar stone hut.

My eyes were closed, but I strictly remember opening them before. Heart racing as I rested my head in my hands and began to rub my temples, trying to massage away the sharp and heavy migraine that threatened to beat my skull to a pulp. My nose burned like I tried to breathe in toxic water and the need to suddenly vomit washed over me but I held back. Emptying the contents of my stomach all over Luke's home wasn't a way to start a relationship.

"I know it hurts, but your memories will come back in due time." Said a voice from across the room.

Water brimmed on my brown eyes as I open them wearily to set my gaze upon an older man. Luke sat, loudly sipping a small wooden bowl of soup on a stump of stone three feet in front of me.

Questions berated at the back of my mind, and that...'vision' didn't help. It just gave me, even more, questions, which I didn't even believe to be possible.

"Whos-" my breath hitched, through coughing I managed to spit out, "Ben?" My small voice wavering before it cracked from the pressure in my nose.

'Could it be?' My mind asked, as I held in a gasp of the memory from Starkiller's bridge.

His stoney eyes grew even harder for a second, then softened back into his easy stare. His eyebrows furrowed as his chapped lips thinned into a straight line.

"My greatest failure."

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