[ Terror rocks her, for even if the image transferred isn't identical, it is close enough for her to place the dark helmets and lean forms of the Knights of Ren to that vision. She wrenches her elbow free from Kylo to end it, staggering back into the arched doorway that separates the main hold from the forward hold with a clang that echoes through the ship.
A shake of her head tries to kill the connection, but she can remember stumbling to the ground, rain pounding down on them all, and a red lightsaber piercing through someone she couldn't recognize. From behind the fallen warrior, Kylo Ren advanced, footfalls splashing water up with each heavy thud of his boots. Behind him, a small army of dark-clothed warriors who look just as menacing, Ji among them. A sharp gasp draws her back to herself, eyes blinking wide, trying to make sense of what the inclusion of Kylo's Knights in her vision could have meant. That long ago, could the Force have felt this moment weaving itself into the universe's fabric? Was it a warning?
Frazzled by the emotional intensity of being brought back to that moment in the basement of Maz Kanata's castle, Rey takes a moment to collect herself, turning away from him and pushing off the wall to guide herself through the forward hold to the freight loading room and the number two hold after that, where the life support systems waited. She traced circuitry back to make sure that the heat hadn't fried anything there either, but she can't get her fingers to remain still on the panel. Quietly cursing them, she glances up at the ceiling, jaw clenched, and drops her hands, resolving herself to questions before she sets about testing for what needs repairs. ]
I've seen them before. [ Around the words, her breath comes out ragged and heavy. It was a dark knight, the rain still crashes down inside her head. She can remember Luke's metal hand reaching for Artoo. And she can remember the frozen forests of Starkiller Base. That, she knew now, was the Force showing her path to her. In the back of her mind, a voice echoes from that moment: these are your first steps. But she still hadn't figured out where those steps were leading her. ] The Force showed them to me. When we meet, it'll be raining. And dark.
[ Her eyes close, and this time, she deliberately tries to remember, but though her fingertips search her memories for the seam in the vision, something to tell her when it changed from the fiery oranges that cast on Artoo to the dark, heavy rain of the massacre that Kylo Ren and his Knights stood over, she can't find it. It's as if it were a blurry daydream.
Opening her eyes, they fix with a controlled accusation on Kylo. He was with them, in her vision; if it were an image of the future in any sense, it would mean he had betrayed them again. Even though every atom of her body resisted the possibility, her mind refused to divorce it entirely from her perception of what may have not yet come to pass. She couldn't ignore a warning of the Force. ]
no get that back out hoW DO YOU EVEN FIND THESE THINGS
A shake of her head tries to kill the connection, but she can remember stumbling to the ground, rain pounding down on them all, and a red lightsaber piercing through someone she couldn't recognize. From behind the fallen warrior, Kylo Ren advanced, footfalls splashing water up with each heavy thud of his boots. Behind him, a small army of dark-clothed warriors who look just as menacing, Ji among them. A sharp gasp draws her back to herself, eyes blinking wide, trying to make sense of what the inclusion of Kylo's Knights in her vision could have meant. That long ago, could the Force have felt this moment weaving itself into the universe's fabric? Was it a warning?
Frazzled by the emotional intensity of being brought back to that moment in the basement of Maz Kanata's castle, Rey takes a moment to collect herself, turning away from him and pushing off the wall to guide herself through the forward hold to the freight loading room and the number two hold after that, where the life support systems waited. She traced circuitry back to make sure that the heat hadn't fried anything there either, but she can't get her fingers to remain still on the panel. Quietly cursing them, she glances up at the ceiling, jaw clenched, and drops her hands, resolving herself to questions before she sets about testing for what needs repairs. ]
I've seen them before. [ Around the words, her breath comes out ragged and heavy. It was a dark knight, the rain still crashes down inside her head. She can remember Luke's metal hand reaching for Artoo. And she can remember the frozen forests of Starkiller Base. That, she knew now, was the Force showing her path to her. In the back of her mind, a voice echoes from that moment: these are your first steps. But she still hadn't figured out where those steps were leading her. ] The Force showed them to me. When we meet, it'll be raining. And dark.
[ Her eyes close, and this time, she deliberately tries to remember, but though her fingertips search her memories for the seam in the vision, something to tell her when it changed from the fiery oranges that cast on Artoo to the dark, heavy rain of the massacre that Kylo Ren and his Knights stood over, she can't find it. It's as if it were a blurry daydream.
Opening her eyes, they fix with a controlled accusation on Kylo. He was with them, in her vision; if it were an image of the future in any sense, it would mean he had betrayed them again. Even though every atom of her body resisted the possibility, her mind refused to divorce it entirely from her perception of what may have not yet come to pass. She couldn't ignore a warning of the Force. ]
Can we fight them as we are now?