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SW: Birthright (A TFA AU)


Hello, everyone. I’ve been working on a TFA rewrite/AU, “The Regaining Light” (working title), 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.

"Adventure, excitement. A Jedi craves not these things!"

- Yoda



DuracellEnergizer said:

I’m immediately interested in knowing what becomes of Luke’s students, so I have to say its a pretty good prologue.

Thanks for your response, but it may take a while before I reveal anything about that. Luke’s students is one of those many plot bunnies I have for this story, and it’s a big hindrance. Aside of deciding what actually happens, there’s also the problem of using Legends characters vs characters that may appear in the Disney canon (usually I tend to stick to one canon in these kind of situations). Hopefully, I can clear that up soon, but we’ll wait and see for now.

"Adventure, excitement. A Jedi craves not these things!"

- Yoda



I’m back, and with a crawl for my story. Let me know what you guys think of it. It’s just a crawl, but hopefully, it’s a bit good.

"A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away…


The Regaining Light

For many years, the NEW REPUBLIC has known peace. However, troubled times are returning to the galaxy as the FIRST ORDER has risen from the ashes of the old tyrannical Galactic Empire.

The newly made Jedi Knights, too few and leaderless, have scattered across the galaxy. Many Jedi and the Republic search for the Jedi Master and famed hero Luke Skywalker, searching for anyone who last saw him.

Meanwhile, in a system that houses the First Order’s base of operations, a young woman trains herself to join the group of Force wielders known as KNIGHTS OF REN…"

"Adventure, excitement. A Jedi craves not these things!"

- Yoda



Here’s the next bit for my TFA AU. It’s just the opening for chapter 1, but hopefully, it’s a tiny bit good. I’d like to know what you guys think.


Ten years later…

“Fear is like a double-edged sword,” Rey remembered her master telling her in his deep and commanding voice. “It can help a person as such as it can harm. Fear can drive people to paranoia, creating distrust and chaos among each other. To let it win over you proves that you are weak. To survive, you must conquer your fear and make it your slave. By proving you can face it, by inflicting it on your enemies, will you gain your true power.”

Rey snorted. “Like that’s helpful here,” she said sardonically while she floated down what used to be the corridor of an Imperial Star Destroyer.

The comfort of her white spacesuit protected Rey from the harsh vacuum inside the ruined vessel, not from everything else. Being inside an empty Star Destroyer was the last place anyone would want be in, save for a smuggler hiding from the local authorities or a scavenger scouring for spare parts. It had no gravity, no power whatsoever, not to mention the lingering bodies and debris. It was, in every sense of the word, dead.

And right in front Rey, the dead were sprawled all over the metal walls. Some were officers in gray uniforms, others were wearing the stark white armor of Stormtroopers. They were from the waning years of the Galactic Empire, about thirty, thirty-five years ago. They were attacked, as shown by the blaster marks on their limped bodies. Rey, however, tried not to look nor to even make eye contact with the Imperials’ horrified and ghastly expressions.

Rey’s small breath condensed on the glass of her helmet and evaporated in seconds. She had never seen dead bodies, not like this. There’s nothing to fear. They’re dead. They won’t harm you, Rey told herself. She had to keep calm, she had to focus.

So, Rey closed her eyes and stretched out her senses. She heard the quiet air once filled with marching boots and felt the sting of electrical currents from old machinery. Rey searched through the old corridors, brushing up against the cold lifeless corpses and the slight sting of heated ozone against the walls.

Following her senses, Rey propelled her feet off the wall and pushed herself forward. Making great care not to disturb the corpses, she reached the end of the corridor and made a left into another. She continued onwards until she finally saw it. A simple doorway, rectangular in shape and with what used to a number of locks that would open up. In its center was a gaping hole, so large that Rey managed to squeeze herself through.

“The Empire certainly loved their ships,” Rey commented to herself upon entering the bridge.

As Rey went past the bridge’s lone communications console, she saw the walkway leading up to the open and shattered window where the commanding officer of the ship would wait and observe a battle. Down below were small pits where the lower ranking officers would relay commands from their terminals. It was a simple, utilitarian design that preferred efficiency and an establishment of command. No wonder the First Order adapted the design into their own ships.

Another push off the floor, and Rey gently glided over the scorched walkway and continued to sense the bridge. The Force felt dead here as it did everywhere else, despite there were no dead bodies. They were more than likely sucked out into space, or the fools ran from the bridge before succumbing to their inevitable fate.

There was something else, though. Whatever it was, or whomever they were, Rey put a hand to the bridge and stopped herself. Floating a mere centimeter above the floor, she darted her eyes around to look for anything out of place. Something was there, but where was it?

Then, something came up from behind. A pair of arms wrapped around Rey squeezing her into a tight lock. Rey was too surprised that she failed to slip away and was left trying to squeeze herself out. “I got her!” her attacker shouted through the communication systems.

Struggling in her captor’s arms, Rey saw two more figures in white plasteel armor coming out of hiding. They were First Order Stormtroopers, and judging by the segmented pieces on her captor’s arms, Rey guessed that he was one too. The two Stormtroopers in front stared at Rey with their black lenses and tear-like lines that ran down their helmets. “Huh, this was too easy,” one, a woman, said.

“Careful, you know what she is,” cautioned the other, a taller, male trooper. “Who knows what she can pulls on us.”

Rey squirmed again in the arms of the first Stormtrooper. Holding firm, he told his companions, “Uh, sir, she’s slipping… I can’t hold her for much longer.”

“I got this,” the male Stormtrooper in front said.

Rey’s eyes widen when the trooper raised his chrome and white blaster rifle in hand. Time seemed to slow as the trooper slowly pulled his finger on the trigger. Rey closed her eyes, falling into the Force for something, anything that could help. What she received was her master’s voice scolding her.

“What are you waiting for? Attack!

Without any thought, Rey did. She swung her head back into the face of the Stormtrooper holding her. He cried out in pain as he let go. Freeing herself, Rey kicked off the Stormtrooper with both feet and sent herself flying to the two in front of her.

“She’s loose!” the female trooper shouted.

The other one fired in response. Flying forward, Rey spun her body around the blue stun blast and kicked the blaster rifle out of the trooper. Using the Force, she pulled the blaster into her hands, and the Stormtrooper was knocked out by a stun blast, having no time to even make a sound. The female Stormtrooper quickly drew her rifle.

Rey was quicker, and a second stun bolt hit the Stormtrooper. Her two would-be captors unconscious and floating aimlessly, Rey whirled around at the final Stormtrooper, the one who tried to grab her.

“Don’t shoot!” begged the last man, who raised his arms in surrender.

For a full second, Rey froze. She felt a wave of fear from the Stormtrooper and pondered on her choices. The trooper had assaulted her, but now, at her mercy, he was nothing more than a sniveling coward. Rey, with a slight tinge of pity, saw the effort was not worth it.

A second later, Rey started to lower the blaster.

A warning flared in the Force, and Rey was quick enough to spot the trooper reach for his blaster. He fired, and Rey ducked under a blue stun bolt. She fired back, and the last Stormtrooper, too late to realize his mistake, floated aimlessly with his comrades.

Slowly rising to her full height, Rey could not help, but notice how everything was oddly quiet. Her senses felt a bit clouded, if not a bit dull. She could only feel the slight shiver of the Force running down her back.

Then, the comm in her helmet chimed and a voice came through it. “Apprentice, report,” it said.

Pressing the button oh her helm, Rey answered it. “Training complete, master. All Stormtroopers incapacitated.”

There was a short pause on the other end, and the voice said, “Return to base, at once. We will discuss your performance when you come back.

Rey frowned. She knew that tone well enough to know what it meant: she had not passed. At least, not her master’s expectations, and that meant she was in for quite the lecture, or worse. Conceding to her fate, Rey gave a meager reply. “… Yes, master.”

"Adventure, excitement. A Jedi craves not these things!"

- Yoda