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Fill: “Unremitting Freedom” Kylo/Rey - Darkside Rey (1/3)

[(Anonymous)]

Rey had scavenged enough parts for two whole ration portions, assuming that Unkar would hold up his end. There was really no need to go deeper into the desert. This was the third time the thought had occurred to Rey in the last hour and the third time she’d shrugged it off. She knew she was going somewhere specific, she just didn’t know where yet.

The sun had started to sink by the time she reached her destination. It was some sort of ruin that looked even older than the wrecked ships that littered her regular scavenging ground. It also felt safe. Rey entered. She didn’t bother with a light, instead following the same instinct that had led her here. Passages twisted off into darkness to her left and right and the sound of her footsteps was muffled in the ancient air.

After a while, the cramped passageway opened up before her. It was too dark to see much of anything, but there was a sense of vast space and a strange echo. The instinctive feeling that had drawn her here now resolved into a call and Rey walked into the centre of the room with her hand outstretched. A sharp pain cut across her palm and she draw back with a yelp. The room was suddenly illuminated by a strange, pulsing glow that came from a point just in front of her. The light source was a dark crystal fixed to the apex of a small metallic pyramid now stained with her blood.

Rey was breathing hard and she could feel her pulse pounding in her temple. Without making a conscious decision, she snatched up the pyramid, being mindful of the sharp edges. An unidentifiable wave of feeling washed over her before ebbing back. Rey stuffed the object in her pack and headed out.

Back at her bolthole, Rey ignored the spaceship parts she’d collected in favour of examining the pyramid. She turned it around in her hands and tried poking at it with some of her makeshift tools. Nothing in her collection could even mark its surface. Frowning, she held it in both hands and stared at it. The patterns on its sides swam before her eyes and her mind started to wander. Rey let her eyes drift shut and something inside her reached out.

It was a conceit to include an introductory message in this holocron. I do not know who will find this. Perhaps you are an eager Sith pupil thirsting for understanding and power. You may be a Jedi, attempting to gain insight into your foes, or, Dark Side wiling, perhaps questioning the poisoned tenets of your corrupt Order. Perhaps you are Force-sensitive, but as yet untouched by the notions of Light and Dark.

Herein you will find knowledge, which is power. You will find arts and forms, and the philosophy of the Sith. The gatekeeper of this archive is here only to facilitate your search. There are no limitations on your access to this information, for that is not our way. This holocron has the capacity to bring you immense power or to destroy you. If you are strong, you will take what you need. This is your opportunity to strive and evolve, to break your chains. May the Force be with you.

Rey’s eyes snapped open and she stared down at the pyramid. There had been a voice, as clear and intimate as if someone had been whispering into her ear. Some of the terms had been unfamiliar, but she had understood enough to realise that this artefact could give her information. All her life Rey had searched for answers and this old glowing pyramid - holocron - was offering her knowledge without restrictions. Shifting into a more comfortable position, she let herself drift again, this time keeping one question hovering in her mind. Who am I?

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Ben sat on the floor of his austere room in a cross-legged meditating position. The half-burned mask of his grandfather rested on top of its case. He emptied his mind and let his awareness connect with the Force. The sounds of life from outside filtered through the walls. Ben struggled to block them out. The texture of his robes was the next thing to filter through. Then a cramp started up in his left calf. Ben hissed between his teeth and sweat beaded on his forehead.

He uncurled from his position to rub his calf. A snarl formed in the back of his throat, but he forced it down. There is no emotion, there is peace. He took a deep breath and it only shuddered slightly on the exhale. Anger was dangerous. Emotions were dangerous. Ben would control it and he would not succumb to the temptations of the dark side.

His gaze drifted over to Anakin’s mask. ‘Please grandfather,’ he whispered. ‘Let me be as strong as you. Let me fight this darkness inside me that I may find the light in the end.’

There was no reply, of course. Ben lived for the day that he would feel something, anything, of his grandfather resonate through the Force. For a moment the thought brought something almost like peace. He was so preoccupied that he didn’t sense Master Skywalker’s approach, let alone hear his knock. Ben jumped when the door of his room opened. Master Skywalker wasn’t scowling, but his expression went tight-lipped as he caught sight of the mask. Ben scrambled to put it back in its case. It was hard to meet Master Skywalker’s gaze and harder still not to fidget. Ben groped for the edges of serenity that he’d felt moments ago.

‘It’s time for Force training with the other padawans,’ Master Skywalker said.

‘Oh, I must have lost track of the time, master.’

Luke gave a weary nod. ‘That’s the second time this week. You need to learn focus, Ben.’

Ben mumbled an affirmative and went outside to the training ground. He would learn focus and become a good Jedi that could live up to his grandfather’s legacy. And even if something went… wrong… it wouldn’t be the end. Anakin’s story was one of redemption. Everyone in his family had always made that very clear to him.

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Rey felt the marauder’s panicked struggling like a jangling in her awareness. She increased her grip through the Force and the armour around their neck buckled with the pressure. The holocron of Darth Zannah had told her that she was strong in the Force. The marauder stopped struggling and a few moments later the spark of their life flickered out.

The path of a Sith is not an easy one. Darth Zannah’s holocron had said. It is a path that must be walked every moment of your life, lest you fall into decay and weakness. There is no place for contentedness just as there is no rest or respite for a true Sith. Serenity, like peace, is a lie told by Jedi to justify their complacency and stagnation.

Rey let the corpse drop to the sand. It would send a message to anybody who thought they could dispute her claim over the derelict cruiser. The dark side hummed with her power and Rey felt it reaching out to something behind her. She spun around and levelled her staff at the intruders. There were three of them, all dressed in identical dark robes that hid their faces.

The one standing in the middle inclined their head. ‘Impressive, for a novice.’

Something about the figures made Rey uneasy, but she fed that prickling of fear into the Force, just like Darth Zannah had taught her. Power flooded through her in a fresh tide and she crooked her fingers to draw the middle one into the range of her staff. The leading figure didn’t budge. Rey had the feeling that the other figures were laughing at her.

The middle one spoke again. ‘I’m Amdi of the Knights of Ren. You have a lot of potential to have gotten this far, but you need a teacher.’ The knight lifted their cowl, exposing an unremarkable human face with a hard jaw and cold eyes.

‘I have a teacher!’ Rey snarled. She resolved to ask the holocron what a ‘Knight of Ren’ was at the nearest opportunity.

That made Amdi pause. ‘You do?’ she asked.

‘Yes. Darth Zannah.’

The two knights standing behind Amdi started whispering.

‘Ah, you found a holocron. That explains much,’ Amdi said. ‘But I am happy to prove just how necessary a real teacher is.’

Amdi drew a long bladed weapon that seemed to hum as it cut through the air. Rey recognised it as a vibrosword. They weren’t common on Jakku, but a lack of coordinated law enforcement meant they weren’t unheard of. Rey’s grip on her staff tightened and she sought the place inside her that connected to the dark side. She channelled her anger at these intruders and the edge of fear that came from facing a dangerous opponent.

The Force hummed in her awareness and set her pulse racing. Amdi shed her outer cloak and stepped forward. Her vibrosword wove defensive patterns much faster than a normal human should have been able to move. Amdi was calling on the dark side too, but her call was finer and more directed. She wove the dark side around herself like a second skin.

Rey leapt forward and struck out with her staff. Amdi brought her weapon around to meet the blow, and Rey dodged to avoid their weapons clashing. She didn’t know if a vibrosword could cut through her staff, and she didn’t want to find out. Rey dodged around her opponent, moving faster and relying more heavily on the Force than she ever had in combat. Amdi was meeting every strike and her hard eyes danced with the fierce light of bloodlust.

It soon became apparent that Amdi was playing with her. Without the ability to parry, Rey was at a significant disadvantage and Amdi’s command of he dark side exceeded her own. Rey was tiring and the inevitability of her defeat weighed on her. With a snarl, she leapt at Amdi in a risky move that would bring the combat to a close, one way or another.

Amdi easily slid under Rey’s defences. She scored her sword along Rey’s arm, the oscillation of the blade tearing through cloth and skin alike. Then, with a slashing gesture, Amdi threw Rey down with a burst of dark side power. It was too strong to defend against. Rey’s back collided with the desert sand, the fall stealing the breath from her lungs.

Rey’s chest rose and fell with her harsh breaths. Her arm stung from the ragged wound and her muscles ached with fatigue. The dark side thrummed deep in her flesh and her bones, fed by her rage and pain. However, Rey now knew that it wasn’t enough, not against opponents like these. So when Amdi looked down at her and extended a hand, Rey grasped it and drew herself to her feet.

‘Okay,’ she said quietly. ‘I’ll hear what you have to say about a living teacher.’

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