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strongerthanblood) wrote2020-11-22 04:31 pm
strongerthanblood) wrote2020-11-22 04:31 pm
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and with a stroke of her saber
Things have been going well. That probably should have rung in her head like warning bells, but it didn't. Maybe this place is making her too soft.
Rey is on the Falcon one night, because she got in an idea in her head about how she might be able to repurpose some a parts to try and make a repulsorlift for her bike. She kind of likes it how it is now, with its primitive rubber wheels, but an upgrade might be nice. Plus, she did tell Anakin that she would try.
She becomes so focused on her task that by the time she comes out of it enough to check the time, it's already so late at night and she's so tired. After checking in with Ben through the bond to let him know her plans, she goes to crawl into her preferred bunk. She'll get a few hours of sleep, and then go back to town at dawn.
Sleep comes easily to her, but it does not stay peaceful.
Rey dreams. This is not unusual, except for the fact that she's had this dream before, and it wasn't a dream. It was a vision.
Rey is on Exegol, dressed all in black. There is a hood over her head and a saber in her hand, and she walks with purpose. She strides, really, with her chin held high and a smile on her face. She makes all the way up to the top of the Sith throne without hesitation, and takes her seat next to Ben.
No, not Ben. It's Rey and Kylo Ren. Empress and Emperor.
Thousands of Sith rise up below them, and their cheer sounds more like a roar. A declaration of intent. An oath. Rey ignites her lightsaber and smiles, teeth sharp and face lit up in red.
The world belongs to her now.
A scream is what finally wakes Rey up, and it takes her a long moment to realize that it's coming from her. Even as she wakes up, the vision doesn't stop. It keeps on going, plaguing her mind with images of her tearing apart worlds just to watch them burn. She grabs her saber and stuffs her feet into her boots, runs out of the Falcon and into the misty rain, and it keeps going.
Palpatine's laugh rings in her head so loud that it makes her dizzy. It feels like it's pressing in on her from all sides, like it's echoing throughout the entire city.
The time has come. You will ascend.
You will take the throne. It is your birthright to rule here. It is in your blood. Our blood.
I wanted you here, Empress Palpatine.
Rey lets out a wild scream into the rain, chest burning as she keeps running, feeling compelled to do so. Her feet know where they are going before she does, but maybe she just doesn't want to acknowledge it, because it can't be true. It can't be here.
You will take the throne.
She tears through the forest, tripping over gnarled roots and fallen branches, and when she finally makes it to a clearing overlooking the sea, near where her and Ben sometimes train together, she sees it. There under the glowing light of the moon, shining in the rain, it sits.
The Throne of the Sith, with all it's cruel, horrible points carved into stone. It's not something that Rey thought that she would ever see again, and she lets out another cry of terror as she falls to her knees before it. She destroyed it, once. She'll just have to do it again.
She can practically hear the chanting of the Sith as she throws her hand in front of her and sends out a burst of electric energy. The tendrils of lightning curl around the stone but do nothing, and Rey screams louder as she forces more of her power into the act. She wants it gone. It has to be gone.
Her teeth grit against the onslaught and she yells through it, even as the lightning shoots up from the throne and into the sky like a beacon, crackling through the air like thunder claps.
It is in your blood.
"No!" She cries out into the night, into the Force, to anyone who will listen. "I don't want it!"
Rey is on the Falcon one night, because she got in an idea in her head about how she might be able to repurpose some a parts to try and make a repulsorlift for her bike. She kind of likes it how it is now, with its primitive rubber wheels, but an upgrade might be nice. Plus, she did tell Anakin that she would try.
She becomes so focused on her task that by the time she comes out of it enough to check the time, it's already so late at night and she's so tired. After checking in with Ben through the bond to let him know her plans, she goes to crawl into her preferred bunk. She'll get a few hours of sleep, and then go back to town at dawn.
Sleep comes easily to her, but it does not stay peaceful.
Rey dreams. This is not unusual, except for the fact that she's had this dream before, and it wasn't a dream. It was a vision.
Rey is on Exegol, dressed all in black. There is a hood over her head and a saber in her hand, and she walks with purpose. She strides, really, with her chin held high and a smile on her face. She makes all the way up to the top of the Sith throne without hesitation, and takes her seat next to Ben.
No, not Ben. It's Rey and Kylo Ren. Empress and Emperor.
Thousands of Sith rise up below them, and their cheer sounds more like a roar. A declaration of intent. An oath. Rey ignites her lightsaber and smiles, teeth sharp and face lit up in red.
The world belongs to her now.
A scream is what finally wakes Rey up, and it takes her a long moment to realize that it's coming from her. Even as she wakes up, the vision doesn't stop. It keeps on going, plaguing her mind with images of her tearing apart worlds just to watch them burn. She grabs her saber and stuffs her feet into her boots, runs out of the Falcon and into the misty rain, and it keeps going.
Palpatine's laugh rings in her head so loud that it makes her dizzy. It feels like it's pressing in on her from all sides, like it's echoing throughout the entire city.
The time has come. You will ascend.
You will take the throne. It is your birthright to rule here. It is in your blood. Our blood.
I wanted you here, Empress Palpatine.
Rey lets out a wild scream into the rain, chest burning as she keeps running, feeling compelled to do so. Her feet know where they are going before she does, but maybe she just doesn't want to acknowledge it, because it can't be true. It can't be here.
You will take the throne.
She tears through the forest, tripping over gnarled roots and fallen branches, and when she finally makes it to a clearing overlooking the sea, near where her and Ben sometimes train together, she sees it. There under the glowing light of the moon, shining in the rain, it sits.
The Throne of the Sith, with all it's cruel, horrible points carved into stone. It's not something that Rey thought that she would ever see again, and she lets out another cry of terror as she falls to her knees before it. She destroyed it, once. She'll just have to do it again.
She can practically hear the chanting of the Sith as she throws her hand in front of her and sends out a burst of electric energy. The tendrils of lightning curl around the stone but do nothing, and Rey screams louder as she forces more of her power into the act. She wants it gone. It has to be gone.
Her teeth grit against the onslaught and she yells through it, even as the lightning shoots up from the throne and into the sky like a beacon, crackling through the air like thunder claps.
It is in your blood.
"No!" She cries out into the night, into the Force, to anyone who will listen. "I don't want it!"
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Padmé's arm goes around her and Rey turns into the embrace, lowering her forehead to Padmé's shoulder for a moment. Suddenly, she feels guilty for all the information that she's keeping from Padmé, even if she does know that it's the right thing to do.
"It was Palpatine," Rey tells her, because she has to tell her something, and this feels the safest. "He sat on that throne."
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"After all that time?"
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Rey turns to look at the throne, fingers curling around the hilt of the lightsaber clipped at her belt. "He wanted me to take his place on the throne, and when I refused, he tried to drain me and Ben of our power in the Force." She can't help but to give Padmé a small smile at that. "We are very powerful together, Ben and I."
She turns away from the throne, puts her back to it and lifts her chin as she gives Padmé a resolved look. "But I defeated him. He's dead."
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“Good,” she says again. “He was a monster. I’m glad he’s dead. Especially because it means you and Ben are still here.”
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"He was my grandfather," Rey finds herself saying, almost flat in tone as she looks back at the chair. "I only found out just before I faced him. I spent almost my entire life on a junk planet waiting for my parents, but he-- he killed them. They were never going to come back for me."