[ She's sent on a very low-key, quiet mission for the Resistance, testing her own newly acquired Jedi training, the Force a new and familiar thing all at once. The Falcon is exchanged for some non-descript ship, less noticeable, less conspicuous despite Chewbacca being her co-pilot, firmly stationed with the ship itself while Rey sets out to seek her own information. Her lightsaber ( it's Luke Skywalker's— it's Anakin Skywalker's ) is tucked securely at her left hip and entirely out of sight, her hair down and curled around her shoulders, seeking that certain junk dealer with the information she needs—
And then, she feels him: a burning in her veins, a throb in her temple, a hum in her ear she can't shake, hackles raised and immediately launched into the defensive, hissing a soft: We've got company, Chewie into the slim communicator at her wrist. Kylo Ren is here and if he doesn't doesn't realize she is as well, it won't take very long.
Evading him is improbable and she dreads and seeks it all the same, everything her new master wishes for her to avoid, everything she foolishly, actively seeks. She's not afraid of the adversary, a boy she's faced before, petulant and angry and flushed over the sharp bridge of his nose, too truthfully human to be a real monster, too much of a shade of his parents and she stupidly postpones the mission to find him, darting in and out of stands, eyes keen and watchful, feeling him near.
Rey reaches out with the fingers of the force, her touch gentle, prodding: ] Kylo? Are you looking for me?
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And then, she feels him: a burning in her veins, a throb in her temple, a hum in her ear she can't shake, hackles raised and immediately launched into the defensive, hissing a soft: We've got company, Chewie into the slim communicator at her wrist. Kylo Ren is here and if he doesn't doesn't realize she is as well, it won't take very long.
Evading him is improbable and she dreads and seeks it all the same, everything her new master wishes for her to avoid, everything she foolishly, actively seeks. She's not afraid of the adversary, a boy she's faced before, petulant and angry and flushed over the sharp bridge of his nose, too truthfully human to be a real monster, too much of a shade of his parents and she stupidly postpones the mission to find him, darting in and out of stands, eyes keen and watchful, feeling him near.
Rey reaches out with the fingers of the force, her touch gentle, prodding: ] Kylo? Are you looking for me?