Hello, everyone. I’ve been working on a TFA rewrite/AU, “The Regaining Light,” which falls more under an “Infinities” alternate universe story than an actual rewrite. This is a fanfic novel (b/c I’m more familiar with that than script writing), which delves into the typical “what if?” type of thought.
Now, I haven’t been able to write the full story, since I have been having problem with planning the plot and have it work with the characters, and given Carrie Fisher’s recent passing, I have been hesitant to carry out my plans for the story (one of them which is killing off the OT main cast). Also, I have been going back and forth between different plot bunnies, all for the same story. As such, I don’t know when I will actually get to fully write this story.
That being said, I do have something ready. Below is a small short that came to me a year ago, and from that short, I started to branch it out into a TFA AU story. It might not be much, but I would like to know what you guys think (good/bad/meh?). Thanks.
In the murky darkness, there was no one.
The eyes under the black visor continued to stare, wanting to some outline of a person. They had to be hiding somewhere, perhaps cloaking their presence. However, the Force revealed nothing of the sort, or anything else, for that matter.
The Force proved to be true when the lighting flashed, and no one was in the rain.
A breath of frustration escaped through the helmet’s filter as Kylo Ren stared at the empty space before him. Kylo expected Skywalker’s other students to be here. He had felt them, and it was what his sources had told him, but now there was no one. Not a single being.
Behind him, a female asked, “Where are they?!”
“They must be hiding somewhere!” said another, a man, barely heard over the rain and thunder.
Kylo glanced over his shoulder to the handful Knights of Ren behind him. The filter of his helmet turned his frustration into a distorted deep base. “I want them found! Leave no stone unturned!” he ordered.
Before everyone else went their own separate ways, Kylo impatiently rushed out to conduct his own search. His boots splashed on the large puddles, sending the water everywhere and the mud continuing to stick to his soles. Again, he tried to find some visage of a being, looking left and right, only to find no one. Kylo kept on walking and searching, until the forms of his knights were mere blobs in the distance.
After a while, Kylo came to a stop. Closing his eyes, the thunder, the rain pelting the dome of his helmet, and the constant splash of dirt and puddles faded away. Kylo searched through the ebb and flow of Force for any lifeforms beyond himself and his knights. He brushed aside the critters, plants, and others beneath his notice. He searched, and searched, and searched, and searched. He knew was close, but where…
Then, Kylo turned, just as the lightning flashed again over a white cloak. The outline of a hood and a man underneath it stood not too far away. “I wondered when you would arrive,” the man said, his soft voice weighed down by age. “I was getting tired of waiting in the rain for so long.”
Kylo, unamused, peered at the man. “Where are the others?”
“Gone,” met his demand. “Far from you and Snoke."
Anger sparked, but Kylo stopped himself. “If you tell me where they are, the Supreme Leader may show you mercy,” he offered.
The hooded head shook, and Kylo heard a small chuckle, despite the rain. “We both know that won’t happen. There’s only one way this will end,” the man replied.
Kylo frowned under his helmet. “Perhaps, you’re right,” and he reached for his lightsaber hilt.
Pressing the button, the main red blade howled, and the two smaller ones sizzled out of the lateral vents. They crackled in the rain, sparks almost coming out of the serrated edges. Kylo’s lightsaber hissed at the droplets while he slowly walked forwards.
The man raised his head to meet Kylo’s visor as blue eyes stared from under the dripping hood. “Strike me down, if you have to. But if you do, I’ll be powerful than you can ever imagine.”
“I can imagine quite a bit,” Kylo retorted before he raised his saber.
The man merely smiled as the blade came down.
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