talentedscavenger | Closed to morally

Rey had experienced a whirlwind of events from locating Luke Skywalker's lightsaber to being pulled through time to meet the person who started it all; Anakin. The man was her grandfather, someone who was the 'chosen one' to bring balance to the Force. If that wasn't enough, she learned of her own powers and had to be trained to use them. It was an interesting time, spending weeks learning about the man and studying under him. They developed a friendship, a strange bond between two adults who happened to be generations apart. As much as she enjoyed her time with him, she was thrust back to her present time.

Anakin was right, it was like she never left. Everyone was still at the Cantina, looking for her. The First Order arrived...it was chaos.

But that was then, and this was now. She found out about Kylo Ren and the man he idolized so much. It pained her, no, angered her to know the same person she met had turned to the Dark Side. Rey kept her mouth shut to her cousin, managing to use the Force to keep him out of her mind and push him back. Now, she had a target on her back. The events didn't go well from there, losing her friend and semi-father figure, Han.

Now she was on a quest to find Luke. The man who could or could not be father. She didn't know how many children Anakin had, though she still remembered those strong Force visions of two children. Chewie and her managed to land the Falcon on the right planet, now she had to make the journey to find the Jedi. At least the time to herself would let her deal with her emotions. She was conflicted, angry, and hurt. From losing a friend to learning some of the truth about her grandfather...it was disheartening.

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morally_cryptic

She might not make anything of her own but he manages to make enough for both of them, pointedly setting the tray down between the two of them though he doesn't actually tell her to take anything.

"I used to wonder sometimes when I was a kid what it'd be like to have a sibling." He glances over her, a wry tilt to his expression, "I always figured I'd be the older one."

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talentedscavenger

It's obvious to Rey how much he's taking isn't solely for him, but she doesn't comment on it. Maybe later she might take something, but for now she doesn't say anything, only wondering how much he's going to pile on. Or maybe he really was starving.

"Is it living up to everything you hoped it would?" she joked, trying to imagine what would have happened if they did grow up together. If the Council would have taken in both of them...and maybe they could have saved their mother.

"I would just wonder when someone would come."

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morally_cryptic

"I don't know," he says with a sly sidelong look, "I was thinking it'd be a brother. Though I guess," he adds, pointing a fork at her, "I didn't quite live up to expectations either."

But it'd worked out well enough for the both of them, he'd admit.

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talentedscavenger

"I'm just happy you exist," she told him softly, her smile still there but barely. She wanted family and now...now she had it. She wasn't about to let that slip through her fingers. Yes, he is a Jedi, but she....she couldn't give him up, not just yet.

The sibling bonding time didn't last as long as long as Rey would have liked. Anakin had to eventually go to the Council and they were forced to separated. Rey spent the remaining time in her room, finding herself dozing off. A fream started to take place, showing her and Anakin trying to strengthen their twin bond...but then things took a darker turn. She saw bodies piling up, the cries of men and women as they were slaughtered and standing in front of her, holding a lightsaber with blood dripping down the handle...Anakin.

Him, staring at her with yellow eyes, offering her a bloody hand. She could only stare at him in horror before raising her own weapon--one that glowed and brought it down on him. The hiss and crackle of blades meeting blades sang in the air. Both siblings fought, with Rey shouting, yelling, trying to convince her brother to stop.

"This isn't you! Anakin, please!"

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morally_cryptic

"Of course it is," he says, prowling around her as he probes for a weakness, "this is who I'm supposed to be. Who I've always been supposed to be."

She's good, of course, but he's been training far longer than she has and he's drawing on the Dark Side making his attacks stronger, his movements faster.

And he's not holding back.

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talentedscavenger

"No it's not!" Rey snaps, continuing to keep her guard up. She doesn't want to strike him, she doesn't want to hurt him. They already lost their mother, did he really want to lose her too?

"You're meant for other things, but not this. We didn't find each other to end up fighting." No, they were meant to do more than be at war with one another. What could she do to make him see that?

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morally_cryptic

He smiles, but it doesn't reach his eyes nor is there any true warmth in the expression, "oh Rey, we don't have to fight."

Once again, he holds his hand out toward her, though he doesn't drop his lightsaber. "Join me and we can remake the galaxy."

After all, there was absolutely nothing that could stop them if they stood together. As it was, there was almost nothing that could stop him.

Except for Rey.

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talentedscavenger

Anakin's smile sends chills down her spine. It wasn't one that reached his eyes, nor held any warmth or affection towards her. This man....this man looked like her brother, but that was it. His heart, his soul...it had been taken over by the Dark Side. Still, she wasn't going to lose hope. She couldn't lose the only family she had.

"Join you?" Rey repeats, shocked and concern on her features. He wanted her to join him? No, this wasn't her brother. Whatever had taken hold of him, she needed to find a way to bring him. But could she really fight against him? Could she bring herself to the point of killing him? No, there has to be another way...

"Discard your weapon...and I'll do the same..." She seemed like she was willing to give in, to join him, but all she wanted was the chance to talk. No weapons, nothing that could harm either of them.

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morally_cryptic

He laughs, the sound sharp and discordant, "discard my weapon? Well. If you insist." So saying, he thumbs the lightsaber off and lets it drop to the ground. "Your turn."

Maybe, just maybe, he's willing to listen somewhere inside.

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talentedscavenger

This was a good sign, he dropped his light saber and turned it off. Rey nodded her head and did the same. Both of them were weapon less now. She dared to take a step towards him, trying to place her hand in his.

"Why do you want to do this? This goes against everything a Jedi stands for. "

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morally_cryptic

[ooc: figure he can do this and then she wakes up?]

As soon as her lightsaber leaves her hand, his expression darkens, "the Jedi are weak and you're a fool to follow them," he clenches the hand she's reaching for into a fist and she'll feel a sudden tightening of pressure around her throat. "And if you're not with me, you're my enemy."

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talentedscavenger

Rey's eyes go wide, feeling her throat tightening. Anakin was using the Force on her. He was doing it without any hesitation. That was enough to wake her up, sweaty and shaken to her core. That...that felt too real to be a dream.

Without thinking, she got up to exit her room to go to Anakin's. In a matter of minutes she was standing outside his door, suddenly afraid to enter or call out his name.

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morally_cryptic

Anakin hadn't been precisely sleeping well himself though his dreams were more a jumble of images, flashes of blood and fire and then a suffocating blackness he can't pull himself out of. Rey's agitated presence outside his door, though in his dream-muddled state he doesn't recognize as her. So he takes his lightsaber with him when he approaches the door. "I'm not a fan of lurkers," he growls as the door opens, "get the hell out."

Only then does he realize who it is and he goes a little wide-eyed.

"Kriff."

Hopefully she doesn't overly mind seeing her brother half-dressed.

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talentedscavenger

Dreaming about her own brother attacking her and then picking up his lightsaber and growling at her, didn't help. Fear ran through her. Fear for her life, thinking her brother would really harm her. There was a part of her that wanted to run, but she didn't. regardless of what state of dress he was in, Rey just reacted.

Without thinking, she was able to tap into the Force, thrusting her hand out to push Anakin away from her.

Edited Date: 2016-04-12 05:50 am (UTC)

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morally_cryptic

Expecting nothing of the sort from her, Anakin doesn't have a chance to brace himself against her push and goes tumbling backward, landing sprawled against some crates he'd pushed up against the wall of his quarters.

"What the hell, Rey?" he snaps as he shoves himself to his feet, gesturing toward her lightsaber (thankfully still unlit) in hand. "What are you doing?"

From:

talentedscavenger

Watching Anakin being pushed back by her is enough to jostle Rey out of her stupor. She doesn't know what to think. She's distressed, but doing her best to stay grounded. If she started to freak out, she might be dead. The mindset she had from Jakku was returning, taking a step back from her spot to stare at Anakin.

"I don't know! I thought you were going to kill me and I reacted!" At least she wasn't trying to run, at least she was standing her ground. Though if Anakin looked at her, he'd see how pale she was from her nightmare. She took a deep breath and looked away from him.

"That look in your eyes said you were going to kill me..."

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morally_cryptic

Rubbing the back of his head with his left hand he lowers the one holding his lightsaber. "I give Obi-Wan that look when he wakes me up in the middle of the night, too," he mutters.

Then he frowns slightly as what she says kind of sinks in, "why would you think I would kill you?"

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talentedscavenger

His muttering was easy for her to hear, but it didn't help with her nerves. She brought her hand up to push back her bangs, matted down with sweat.

"That look in your eyes, it looked the same in my dream. We were fighting, and you..." she took a deep breath, finding herself getting emotional, feeling like she was about ready to lose him. She forced herself to keep herself focused on the present, not what ran through her mind.

"You wanted me to turn to the Dark Side. You wanted me to be at your side, and when I didn't..you used the Force to choke me."

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morally_cryptic

He stares at her a long moment, unsure of what to say to that. It might be easy to laugh off with a oh come on I'd never turn to the Dark Side if he didn't have the uneasy feeling he'd seen something similar in his own dreams. Maybe it was just bleed-over from hers.

That didn't mean it wasn't disturbing.

Carefully, he sets his lightsaber down on one of the crates and opens his hands in a gesture of peace. "I have absolutely no intention of turning to the Dark Side and I certainly have no plans to choke you with the Force or otherwise." He smiles slightly, to lighten the atmosphere around them and this smile unlike the one in her dreams shows genuine affection, "even when you annoy the hell out of me."

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talentedscavenger

It would beg to question why Rey was having dreams that were bleeding over to him. Or how she was able to tap into the Force if she felt threaten or scared. For now, all Rey could do was stare at her brother, her twin and tell herself he was there. He wasn't a demon in the dark that was trying to kill her.

She doesn't calm down until his lightsaber is away from his person. Now on a crate and not in his hand, ready to try and stab one end of it into her. She looks at his hands then back to him, noting how his smile is actually real. Not just the ghost of one and his eyes are kinder, not ready to inflict violence.

Still shaken from her nightmare, she took a few steps towards him until she was embracing him again, hugging him, and letting her heart beat fall in sync with his. She didn't take to the joke, only holding her brother and trying to shake the nightmare from her mind.

"...you did though. You choked me in my dream and it felt as real as anything else.

From:

morally_cryptic

"I didn't," he assures her quietly as he wraps his arms around her tight, "that wasn't me. It was just a dream." He'd always hated it when Obi-Wan would tell him something was just a dream when he knew it was more than that but in this case...

...well in this case he refuses to believe Rey's dream is anything more than just a dream. "You're safe. I would never hurt you, Rey. Never."

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talentedscavenger

There a silent nod of her head, blinking back tears that began to prick at the corners of her eyes. The dream felt so real. She wanted to believe the dream was nothing more than a nightmare, a figment in her imagination. Yet, there was a nagging feeling in the back of her head that she tried to silence. A voice that was telling her she wouldn't have dreamed it if it wasn't a possibility.

"...I'm sorry..." she finds herself saying. Sorry for waking him up, for pushing him, for doubting him. Maybe, even for annoying him.

"I wouldn't hurt you either...I couldn't bring myself to do it." To fight, to harm or kill him.

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morally_cryptic

He chuckles, deep in his chest, "tell that to my head. You threw me pretty hard there."

Then, "...huh. Guess you can't argue the Force thing anymore."

She kind of didn't have an excuse now.

From:

talentedscavenger

Rey had been referring to her dream, but realized she did push her brother away from her. She pulled back, only slightly to look at him with wide, concern hazel eyes.

"I'm so sorry. I just reacted, I didn't mean to." Urgh, she didn't want to harm him. Did she need to look at his head to make sure he wasn't bleeding?

As for the Force, she bowed her head slightly.

"No, I can't but....too old, remember? Doubtful the council will say what I just did was nothing more than a fluke."

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morally_cryptic

His expression wry, he tips her chin up so she's looking at him again. "Too old for the Jedi Order's version of training, maybe, but that doesn't change you need to learn control. I can take it, but Force forbid you get taken off guard by someone who can't defend themselves from it."