"QUENT YOU KRIFFING IDIOT, DID YOU HEAR ME!? THE FIRST ORDER'S GOT US! WE'RE GOING TO GO DOWN!" Q'ira screamed as her and her co-pilot were thrown around in their seats. 

"Yeah, I heard you the first time." A gruff voice answered. That voice belonged to a man in his late thirties who smoked way too many cigars. His full name was Quentin Snark, a name that matched his equally snarky personality. 

"WELL DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT!" Q'ira yelled at him as he rolled his eyes.

"You're the pilot. It's your ship so you do something about it. Min's downstairs shooting lasers at them so what more can we do?" To be honest, Quent was waiting for the right moment to die. After he had somehow lost his touch with the Force, he stopped caring about consequences.

"Guys, I think the laser cannons just broke down..." Min's quiet voice said from behind them. Min was a Twi'lek child of about eleven years, whom Q'ira had picked up after finding her abandoned in the Red Light District of Coruscant. Reminding her of someone she had known, Q'ira shoed pity on the child and took her in, not wanting her to be kidnapped by slave traders. 

"What do you mean they broke down?" Q'ira asked, her voice deadly silent. She may have shown pity on Min all those years ago, but her voice certainly did not show it. 

The ground shook and the whole ship wobbled as it was hit with shots from TIE fighters. Q'ira grabbled her armrest so she wouldn't topple over at the force of the repeated blasts. At this rate, her tiny ship The Comet  wouldn't last very long.

Min pulled her pink colored Lekku over her shoulder and started fiddling with them, a habit when she was nervous. "It just did!" She exclaimed and ran to the passenger seat behind Quentin. "Oh Quentin, do something to make them go away. Use the Force!" Her wide eyes shined with hope. 

Q'ira couldn't help but feel bad for Quent as Min mentioned an ability that he had long since lost. Quent stilled for a moment before saying, "I'm sorry kid. I can't help." 

"We're not going to die here," Q'ira said determinedly. Her hands moved the controls left and right, the small body of her ship whizzing past TIE fighters like a shooting star. 

"You know we're about to run out of fuel, right?" Quent said suddenly, just as Q'ira was about to feel the rush in her veins that comes from being in a space battle. 

"SHUT UP!" Q'ira ignored him and continued whizzing pasts TIEs and ships. Everyone lurched forward at the sudden movements and held on tightly to their seats. 

She could do it. She could outrun them. Are you proud of me Han? Q'ira thought hopefully as she evaded blaster bolts and debris. Suddenly all thoughts of pride came to an abrupt stop as Q'ira realized that the ship was slowing down. Right in front of a gigantic ship. She pressed the pedals harder but it was no use.

"I told you we were about to run out of fuel," Quentin remarked. Q'ira growled at his pessimistic attitude. She was going to convince herself that everything was going to be alright until they weren't and no one, not even Quent was going to come in the way.

"Q'IRA!" Min shrieked as they were hit once more by TIE fighters. 

"We're stuck." Q'ira ground out and tightened her hands around the controls and wiggled them about frantically, even though it was useless. 

"Well, I'm ready," Quent said as he lit a cigar with shaky hands.

"Ugh, don't smoke in front of her," Q'ira said with distaste. Min hated the smell of those things and so did she. 

"We're about to die anyway so who cares?" He said muffled, his lips closing around the cigar.

"I CARE!" Q'ira yelled at him, growing more and more angry in her desperation. 

The door to the large ship opened and a tractor beam started slowly pulling their battered ship in. "Get ready." She said, grabbing her blaster and adopting a defensive stance. They came to a stop as they were pulled inside and the door closed. 

Footsteps echoed through the hall outside. No one dared breathe.

Suddenly, the door burst open and a dozen Stormtroopers clamored in and started shooting at them. Q'ira retaliated by shooting her blaster at one and they fell to the ground. This caught the attention of a trooped nearby and the next thing she knew, she had a piercing pain in her right thigh and she slowly began to lose consciousness as her leg began to go numb.


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Q'ira awoke to a shadow looming over her. 

She didn't intend for her ship to crash, leaving her and her crew to the mercy of the First Order, but that was what had happened.

Her head throbbed but she tried her best to look up from where she was lying in an interrogation chair. A tall man was standing above her with a curious look on his face. A lightsaber dangled from a belt at his waist. His face held traces of someone familiar. Could it be...? Could it be... Han Solo?

She gulped as she recognized the man.

Kylo Ren.

She was not oblivious to the power he possessed. She had heard tales of his cruelty on Darthomir.

"What am I doing here?" She slurred, feeling extremely dizzy at the moment.

"Relax. My Stormtroopers shot you with a tranquilizing bullet before you were brought here. The effects have been known to cause... wooziness."

Q'ira snorted at the sound of the infamous Kylo Ren saying the word woozy. "I'm not with the Resistance if that's what you think. If you don't believe me, go ahead and look into my mind."

Kylo smiled, an unnatural look on him. "No need." He paused, adjusted his cowl, and continued. "I brought you here because I saw something in your mind that is of interest for me."

Q'ira frowned. "First release these restraints. My hands are becoming numb." When he did as she asked she squinted and said, "Continue."

"Well, the first thing I noticed was your Force signature, the lack of it actually. However, sources tell me that you may have given birth to a force sensitive child."

"I had sex with a Force-sensitive person and got knocked up. Is there anything else you wish to know?" She said bluntly. 

"Yes, but who?" He pleaded, his eyes wide. "Please. I have a friend who may want to hear this."

Q'ira's throat went dry. If she knew where this was heading. However, she managed to scoff and say, "You're daft. Are you telling me that your... friend, if you even have any, may be related to me."

"I have friends.' Kylo said indignantly. "And I don't see how that's any of your business."

"Well then, I don't see how me having a child with Darth Maul is any of your business... Kriff." She groaned as his eyes widened. 

"You're telling me that you got knocked up by Darth Maul!?" He exclaimed. "He's my biggest hero! Other than Darth Vader, of course." 

Q'ira rolled her eyes. "Should I even say more?" 

"Yes! Please tell me." Kylo's eyes were as wide as a child's. She internally snickered at the sight of him.

"What was he like?" He finally said, as he used the Force and brought a few boxes from the corner to sit on. "Was he as malicious as my Master said?"

Qi'ra got up from the interrogation chair and sat on a box next to him. "I don't exactly know what your Master told you about him but he was... cruel. When I head that I was pregnant with a daughter, I decided that I wanted her to live a life away from all that, so I left her on Jakku when she was a toddler."

Kylo's eyes sparkled much more than they should have had at her saying that she had left her child on a desert planet. 

"It was bad parenting, I know. I just didn't want her to be corrupted by Maul's darkness. And after the fall of the Republic, it got more and more dangerous for her. I had to. You could never understand." Her eyes filled with tears. "I've been regretting it ever since..."

Kylo stared at her expressionless. It was as if her words had wiped the expression of absolute glee off his face. "Was her name Rey?" He said finally, grabbing her shoulders. 

"...Yes..." She said after a long pause. 

The effect on him was instantaneous. He got up quickly and she followed suit. "Would you like to see her?"

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"Rey. Hey Rey,"

Kylo's distracting words had startled her, causing her to drop the sandwich she was holding back onto her tray. She had arrived at the Resistance base on Naboo just a few hours and was famished.

"What do you want?"

Rose who was sitting next to her gave her a quizzical look. "Uh, it's just a Jedi thing," Rey explained to her and Rose narrowed her eyes, not entirely sure that she was telling the truth. 

Rey shrugged, grabbed her food, and made her way towards her room, fully aware of Kylo's form following her with a desperate look in his eyes. She opened the door just a crack and peered through it, just to make sure that no one else was in there. She had been bunking with a friendly but talkative pilot named Mika, who had the habit of watching Holodramas while chatting loudly with her friends. 

After seeing that the room was empty, Rey made her way to the bed and sat down on the blue quilt that she had borrowed from Rose.

"Rey, I have to tell you something," Kylo said, his voice breathless. "I mean," He stumbled on his sentences. "Someone with me needs to talk to you."

Rey put her hands on her hips and said cynically, "Oh really? Who could it possibly be?" She looked away from him, unamused by whatever he was about to say. Although, she couldn't help but feel a little curious about who wanted to speak with her.

Kylo turned to someone next to him, said a few words in a hushed voice, and turned back to her. "Do you see her?" 

"No." She stated bluntly as she started playing with a few loose strands of thread on Rose's quilt. 

Kylo turned back to that person and laid a had on them. Immediately, a woman in her mid-forties came into view. Her hair was brown and slightly aging hair was pulled up in two coils around her head. She had a face that was beautiful but had a worn down look from years of stress. She was wearing a long red cloak and a grey leather jacket, her hand brushing a blaster at her hip.

"Rey." She said simply, her voice sad and harsh. 

"How do you know who I am?" Rey asked sharply, confused at this strange woman knowing her name. She realized immediately after that she had become famous for her supposed actions on the Supremacy and there were probably a billion wanted posters of her around the galaxy. She should have been surprised if there was a person who didn't know her as the girl who "killed" Snoke.

"My name is Q'ira. I come from Darthomir." She said, ignoring Rey's previous question. 

Darthomir? Rey had heard of Darthomir, tales of the Nightsisters and Darth Maul. She shuddered. 

"How is this working?" She asked Kylo who still had his hand on Q'ira's shoulder. He looked confused for a moment so she elaborated. "When we were first sharing our Force bond sessions, you told me that you couldn't see my surroundings. Only Me. How am I able to see her?" She pointed to Q'ira.

The older woman smirked as Kylo said, "I don't know. I just thought that maybe you could see whatever I touched since when you were standing in the rain, a few droplets hit me." 

"Who are you?" Rey asked Q'ira, her hand inching towards her lightsaber to defend an attack that couldn't possibly harm her. 

"Rey..." She said quietly as if she were going to reveal a big secret. "I am your mother."

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A/N: Hey guys. I promise I'm not dead. I've just been super busy with my move and the stress of starting a new school. Updated me be a bit more irregular from now on since I've started school and I have to worry about my homework and everything. But I promise that I won't forget about writing this fic. I don't really have anything else to say so thanks for reading, vote or whatever if you want to, and I guess I'll see you next time????

Bye.