Thread: RP: A Galaxy Far, Far Away: randomname98766789 and HorrorShow

Rey was out on one of her runs when she saw a teedo scavenger trying to capture an unknown droid. She was already grumpy and starving and pissed from the one quarter portion of food she had gotten. He had scammed her when she had spent a good amount of time scavenging materials from a crashed imperial class destroyer. She had salvaged what she could and cleaned up the rest to trade for food. She helped the droid and learned it was supposedly on some secret classified mission. He needed some repairs and wanted to follow the young girl back to her dwelling. It was only after she had found this droid, that it was the start to a sequence of strange events. After returning to her home, she had turned a downed Imperial All Terrain Armored Transport into her personal quarters after seeing a flower somehow sustain life. Since she was a younger girl she had acquired many useful skills an average girl wouldnt know. Inside of the walker she had a computer display BTL-A4 Y-wing assault starfighterbomber that she used to learn alien languages, study the schematics of Republic and Imperial starships, and run flight simulations in order to hone her skills as a pilot. Her ability to understand alien languages, including the binary language of droids, helped her when off-worlders came to Niima Outpost. Growing up on Jakku was dangerous and she was lucky to have survived the hardships growing up. She spent her time studying how the starships that littered the lands worked. She had also learned to protect herself and studied mediation. Her weapon was a staff she had found a long time ago and she had gotten good with it. The young female was trained by the demands of each circumstance naturally gifted by the Force, she's honed her reflexes to counter assaults from creatures far larger than herself. It was only when her powers started to awaken that trouble was soon to follow. After rescuing the droid known as BB-8, she quickly discovered that it was in danger of being caught. Even though it wouldnt tell her what secret mission she was on, she had a feeling it was dire to protect it. She realized something was wrong when she had gotten cornered and did a force push on people sent to retrieve the droid. It gave her enough time to escape with the droid and hide in a close by sand cave. That night as she was hurting, confused and hungry she somehow felt the strangest phenomena, she forces connected with a complete stranger, an older man named Jax. She was fearful of what was happening, but he was kind and eased her panic. The first connection didnt last long, and she thought it would never happen again. She felt alone and helpless and collapsed beside the droid silently crying. The droid kept her company. To astonishment the very next morning, even in her sleep she would connect with Jax. It wasnt just a one-time occurrence. It didnt take long for her to spill out like a fountain, expressing to him her hardships and the danger she was in because of a droid she has rescued. She would speak of the force push that somehow bought her enough time to hide in the cave. He would hear the pain, fear and confusion in the young female. He would see the hardships she had survived growing up. Over time, the force connections became more frequent. He was able to explain to her about the force and her abilities, he would teach her what he could, and they would telepathically converse for hours into the night until Jax knew she fell asleep. She had made a friend and an accomplice. Jax had promised to come to save both her and BB-8. He would take her from the god ridden planet she had been stuck on. That alone was enough to make her humble. At first, she had tried to reason to just take the droid but he refused to leave her. He may have not told her he was falling in love or that force bonds could happen for a reason, but she could feel it. He had faith in love, he had faith in her. That night that touched, it felt real. It felt so real it was unbelievable. Jax would make the connection stronger as soon as they connected and pulled her into his embrace. She would hug him, feeling him through the force. He would feel her apprehension, how conflicted she was. She had become attached to Jax, dependent on him emotionally to survive in such a short amount of time. The next morning, she had gotten prepared and made one last stop to the place she had called home for years. She grabbed what small things she could shoving them in an old ragged pack and headed towards the destination she was supposed to meet Jax. She hadnt had a force connection with him yet and was scared. It didnt take long for her to find out she was being tracked and even more soldiers were on her ass. She had retreated running through the village, causing a scene. She had tried her best but there was to many and she was one single untrained female. She screamed out in rage holding her staff seeing all blasters pointed. She thought this was it, she had to surrender or be killed. She cried out in rage. That was until a blur of bright emerald green was seen. Jax had single handedly taken down a handful of the men, she had breathed out, tearful and in shock. He smirked, but his gaze told her to be strong, that she could win and to join him. They were within each others presence and mentally connected, they think and feel what the other was. She gripped her staff and went into action dancing around him. She didnt have a light saber, not yet but she used her weapon impressively. They were able to escape to his shuttle and for the first time, she would be leaving Jakku. He had quickly strapped her in securely in the back before rushing to jump into the cockpit. After a while they were in auto pilot and Rey felt sick. She was exerted and famished. She barely got off her restraints of the chair and leaned over exhaling. Thats when she saw Jax come back to check on her. He gave her a smile giving her reassurance. He quickly made sure she was alright and got to work helping her get well. He checked her for any injuries which were minor bruises and scratches from the events of today. He had more visible wounds, he had made sure she was for the most part unscathed. He gave her food, extra and watched her eat what he had to offer. He knew he would need to stock up. They had a mission, but he wasnt going to leave her side, not if she allowed it. She had eaten and washed off and changed into basic clothing that was a loosely fit her but did none the less. She had never felt actually clean or had access to clean water or food. She was so grateful. She returned out a small area looking a little better. Thank you.... She said, her eyes searching his. He would know how grateful she was, he would feel she almost felt unworthy of everything he had done including risking his life to save her.