Here’s the start of Chapter 14. There’s a lot of RogueLeader’s stuff in here:
Kef Bir was a moon of Endor, but to Rey, it seemed like a whole world. Flying into the bumpy atmosphere had revealed vast seas interrupted by tentative patches of land, covered mostly with grass. Shrubbery was scarce, settlements nonexistent.
C-3PO had informed them that Kef Bir was known as the Tempest Moon, due to its violent winds and dangerous oceans. This powerful weather led to the moon being a significantly less preferable place to visit compared to its forest counterpart, dubbed the Sanctuary Moon by early explorers who saw it as a vivid, if dangerous, paradise.
Rey hadn’t been to the Sanctuary Moon, but she was willing to bet that anywhere seemed like paradise compared to Kef Bir. Its high winds ripped at the Falcon as they tried to make their landing approach, making the ship swerve and slew wildly. There was a worrying bump as they hit a patch of turbulence that might as well have been an airborne rock.
Without Rose onboard, nobody had been able to fix the landing gear by the time they arrived. Which was why, when they all exited the Falcon bruised and shell-shocked, it was to the sight of a massive scar in the damp ground, running behind them in a straight line as far as the eye could see.
The ship’s fuselage was half buried in mud, and they’d had to exit out of the top hatch, but the Falcon remained almost flightworthy. With a few repairs and a little luck they’d be able to take off.
After Rey had gotten what she’d come for.
“Well, at least it’s nice out,” said Poe, blinking as he looked around, and he was only being half sarcastic.
They’d had to make their approach low and at an angle, and had escaped the worst of the wind by landing in a valley between two large hills. The air here smelled of salt and sun-kissed grass. Water prickled Rey’s skin, as spray kicked up from the ocean and got carried along on the breeze. The sky roiled with grey clouds, but everything remained bright, for the gas giant Endor reflected light in addition to the sun. Apart from the inclement weather, the moon was quite striking in its own way.
Poe and Finn stood, arms crossed, debating how best to repair the Falcon, as Rey trudged away from them across the field. When she was far enough away that she could no longer hear them, she withdrew the Sith Dagger from her satchel, and gripping it painfully tight, closed her eyes.
It was hardly necessary. She’d heard the whispers throughout their entire landing, getting louder and more excited. She could feel them goading her onwards, offering her what she needed to know, if only she would let them. She imagined what it would have been like to try and follow the Dagger without C-3PO’s translation to get them this far – the Sith had designed it so only those with the Dark Side could find the Wayfinder. And if they weren’t on the Dark Side before, they could be well along their way by the time they found it.
She felt a pang of guilt – her friend had sacrificed himself because she was too weak to resist it. But it was easy to make the guilt go away. He had wanted to do it. A Jedi was far more useful to the Resistance than a droid. The whispers soothed her, and opened up further; the better she felt about what C-3PO had done, the clearer their directions.
She slid the Dagger back into her satchel, less keen to let go of it this time.
“This way!” she called to the others.`
