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Duel of Consequence, Chapter 8

Kylo placed a hand on Rey’s and she pulled her hand out from underneath his. His naked skin so foreign, it was hard to hate Kylo without his intimidating black ensemble. Rey wished that things were different, that she could freely take his hand without consequence. Yet, she knew if she surrendered to his touch, she would lose herself. The hand Kylo had placed on top of Rey’s balled into a fist on the table, He rasped “Can’t you feel the pull of the Force on us? Are you so naïve to think that’s a coincidence? I’m trying to do the right thing, Rey.”

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Duel of Consequence, Chapter 7

The deep sadness and fear in Rey’s eyes made Leia’s heart ache. This girl, with so much potential, had been let down over and over. “There must be a reason the Force brought you and Ben together.”

She wouldn’t admit it, but Leia was dumbstruck at the revelation. Force users could feel each other’s energy, but she’d never heard of them connecting across the galaxy unaided. She stared in awe at the gentle, naïve girl in front of her. Rey seemed unaware of the deep power within her, power Leia couldn’t fathom, power which matched her son’s.

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Duel of Consequence, Chapter 6

So, who was Kylo Ren, and how was he different from Ben Solo? Did he have room to ponder these things when he sat there as Supreme Leader of the First Order Empire? Shame rolled over him. Despite his best efforts, he had always been a puppet in someone else’s game. Now was no different. He was the face of the First Order, not because he was truly responsible for their supremacy, but because his reign was a good story. Heir to Vader, ruling over the empire his grandfather never perfected.

No matter how hard he tried, Kylo couldn’t control the narrative. His heart ached. How he wished he could walk away from it all. That was impossible though. Whatever the outcome of the war, If Kylo left the First Order he was convinced he would either be hunted until the end of his days, or with his head on a spike.

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Duel of Consequence, Chapter 5

“There, that’s the building I need” Breha pointed, and Poe changed course. Breha was hesitant about him piloting her ship, but for the plan to work he had to be at the controls. Breha approached the drop doors in the floor of the freighter. 

“You’re sure this will work?” Poe shouted back to her in a tone of disbelief. When Breha told him the plan, he looked dumbstruck. She always took joy in people’s disbelief in her daredevil plans.

 “Not a doubt in my mind.” Breha smiled. 

Poe maneuvered the cloaked ship a few dozen meters over the tall building. He hovered his finger over the drop button that would open the trap doors, and muttered “I have a bad feeling about this.” 

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Duel of Consequence, Chapter 4

“Mr. Solo, the assailants were disguised, and they have still not been found.” The Twi’lek senator resumed the question this time. His eyes narrowed as if he was pleased with Ben’s discomfort. “Tell me does the description of this assailant sound like anyone you know? Very tall, and thin. Black hair, long around the ears, and pale skin.”

A lump formed in Ben’s throat and he stared at the floor considering how he would answer. He felt his mother’s hand grasp his under the table. He took a deep breath and returned his gaze to the panel, “I suppose that matches my description, sir.”

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