There was a lot to say when you caught someone from another reality up on your version of the present, or so Rey discovered while traveling with her other self. She left frequently, to train and to meditate, or to follow a lead that might promise even a little bit more understanding so it wasn’t unusual that she had happened upon the other Rey while by herself. It was actually something of a blessing, an anomaly that Rey had given serious thought to since she had found her other self.
There were parts of the story that she wasn’t particularly thrilled to share - the human obstacle that was Kylo Ren chief among an assortment of sore subjects - and she certainly played down that whole thing even if it felt odd to be evasive with another version of her. It was better to just leave men and their messes out of the whole thing.
There were a fair number of questions, Rey intently curious about everything that this other version of her had gone through, her life and the odd contrasts and similarities that went with it were fascinating beyond anything Rey had ever stumbled across, more interesting than the Force itself. She wondered if that made her vain and decided it didn’t matter one way or the other - how many could say they had a chance like this? There was so much to do, so much to learn from one another.
“Do you think they can tell on your side, that you’re gone?” Rey’s eyebrows rose as she asked the question from the pilot’s chair of the Falcon as the Corellian freighter tore through hyperspace, bringing them the final stretch of the way to Dantooine.
Whether or not what they had done, both crossing over into one’s version of the galaxy could be felt within the Force was hard to discern - Rey could feel something different, without question but if it was because of how personal this was, or something far larger she didn’t know. To her it felt jumbled, but right, like dumping a brand new puzzle out of a box - all the pieces were definitely there, but there was a lot of clicking into place to do.
Whatever they were meant to accomplish together, she looked forward to it.
"I hope so," Rey said, viciously gleeful at the idea of her grandfather becoming aware of her absence and moreover being utterly helpless to do anything about it. She was beyond his reach now, and it was a freedom unlike any she had ever considered.
If she wasn't so determined to kill him someday, the idea of returning eventually wouldn't even cross her mind.
She didn't bother to even think of it as vanity to be fascinated with this other version of herself, of what she had been through, what had made her strong but kept her kind as well. As she had suspected, D-0 warmed instantly to her, too. And who better to be your teacher than yourself? She knew how she learned best. She also knew that the other Rey was hiding some things from her, but it didn't bother her. If there was something she wasn't ready to talk about now, they had all the time to reach that bridge. Words were difficult. They would come eventually.
She sat in the copilot chair of the freighter - she had seen it back on Starkiller and remembered thinking it seemed a wonder such an antique could fly straight. Seeing it from the inside it seemed like even more of a miracle, held together with adhesive tape and the Force. With the time it took to get to Dantooine it let Rey get accustomed to the thicker atmosphere that was standard, especially as she wouldn't be going back to Exogal anytime soon and need not worry about all that work going down the drain again. She still was a little unsure on her feet, but by the time they got to Exogal she'd be right as rain. "Will we need to worry about explaining to anyone on your side why you suddenly have a twin sister?"
There were little differences that set them apart, side by side. She was much paler from the sunless caves of her homeworld while the other Rey had a warm glow from constant sunlight that seemed to radiate out of her. She had a scar on her lip, leftover from early practice with her grandfather's goons when they didn't bother to pull punches on an eight year old.
The obvious happiness with which Rey entertained the concept of being missed made her grin. She could understand that sense of satisfaction, feeling something very akin to it on Jakku, when Chewbacca had pulled off Unkar's arm. Despite the way they had both yawed to opposite sides of the Force, there was still a touch of darkness in Rey that helped her empathize with this other version of herself the galaxy had chosen to present her with.
When she asked about being her twin Rey frowned. In time certainly she would have to return to the Resistance and bring the other Rey with her. They were traveling together now and that was something Rey took very seriously. While she had her grandfather growing up, Rey figured that was as good as growing up alone. In time perhaps Rey would hear more about what had happened to her, but just as there were things in her own life she wasn't yet ready to share she figured everything her other self wasn't telling her work come out in due time.
They had nothing to lose after all, and only an understanding a person might get from themselves to gain.
"Yes, we'll have to figure out how we want to accomplish that - though there's some time between then and now to do that. There aren't any other Jedi left - I'm afforded a certain bit of independence despite the war to go and learn if I get wind of something that might help me learn what it is I'm meant to be doing with all of," she waved slightly in the air, at a loss for words. "Everything really. My teacher died, and I've been following what hints were left behind in the old books he had kept." Rey made at face at her and shrugged. "In time we'll go back to base, but not until you and I know what it is we're doing, and right now that's building lightsabers." Something she was very excited about. Building and dismantling were two of her favorite pastimes, done as a necessity on Jakku and now, away from that desolate world as a means of stilling her mind while making herself useful. She loved to build and to tinker, and the concept of having a weapon all her own, instead of steeped in the lore of a family that she didn't quite belong to was a wonderful concept.
Without her mask, Rey's face was an expressive one. She never really had to learn how to control her emotions that way, with it always there to cover her. She smiled as her other self talked about building lightsabers with that kind of excitement - she could remember when she first was learning. Her grandfather hadn't made it a pleasant task at first, but when she found her joy in it just for the sake of it? She'd loved it. That was part of why she was constantly rebuilding her own, it was meditative, and a true joy in a life with too few of those to spare.
"Always found learning by doing easier than by someone telling me or reading what to do," she said, suspecting her twin of the same. It was hard for something to feel real until she could get her hands on it, to experience it for herself. Small wonder then why her use of the Force was often towards the more physical side of it, of moving things without touching them, of lightning, of making her even more capable than constant training left her rather than searching through people's minds.
She never liked that - it was something her grandfather did. She learned to keep him out and hated every time she had to try to look into someone else's thoughts.
Without hesitation Rey nodded in agreement, as tactile a learner as her counterpart and just as voracious when it came to the want to learn and to build. "I had a computer display I salvaged, but when it comes to building doing is better, though the schematics and the languages I could access helped." And filled the hours of isolation spent languishing on that scorched rock in the middle of nowhere, but Rey spared her counterpart the editorial vitriol. Undoubtedly enough of that would come up between the pair of them in due time, both not having been spared much in the way of hardships, however different they might have been.
The question about Luke made her nostrils flare as she breathed out a weighty sigh. "He projected himself through the Force," she hadn't witnessed it first-hand, but those that had seen him that day had recounted the tale soon after it had happened, and she had felt it when Luke had gone. "After he had finished what he set out to do he rejoined it, but he managed to stave off the First Order long enough for the Resistance to escape the base they had hidden on." Rey's lips pursed in thought, her eyes darting to her identical counterpart. "Not a very traditional teacher, despite being the last Jedi, but he taught me enough to get by, and to know where to look for more," she tilted her head, her expression softening. "Which is how I found you." Eventually they would need to craft a better version of this story for her friends and she knew it, but for now Rey was comfortable to focus on just the two of them.
"We'll need new names I think. We can't look exactly alike and have the same name," aliases would work for the rest of the galaxy, and it was something that was a bit easier to consider than a story for the Resistance. "I think it's fairest if we both pick new ones, since we're both Rey and neither of us is more Rey than the other."
"My condolences," she said about Rey's teacher - she seemed to at least have not been on bad terms with him, and good teachers were in her experience hard to find. No shortage of those who thought they were good teachers, but actually effective ones? Thin on the ground.
Seeing the planet as they approached it, she almost reached for her helmet again before reminding herself she wouldn't need it for this, maybe not at all while in this universe unless her native counterpart here wanted to hide her identity a while longer. She didn't mind that thought, trusted her other self to know what would be best with her friends and found family as Rey at best only knew them by reputation.
"That does sound fair. Should we jan-ken-pon for Mother's name or would that be equally off-limits for the same reason?" she asked, though she supposed they could split it if they wanted given the structure of it.
"You know Mother's name?" Anything else that might have been in the midst of being discussed was secondary to that fact. Rey made no effort to disguise the astonishment on her face or the awe in her voice.
Sometimes she struggled to recall whether or not anyone had named her or she had named herself, the names of anyone else were as lost to her as that fact.
"What was it? Did you know Father's too?" As far as Rey was concerned she wasn't going to be able to think of anything else until those two questions - minimum - were answered.
Rey blinked slowly, eyes widening just a fraction to betray her own surprise at her other self's shock. It would make sense, though - would she remember her parents names if Grandfather hadn't felt the need to remind her of their loss at every opportunity? Any time anything about them began to fade, any time that pain began to heal, the wound was torn open again. It was an easy spot for him to hit, and he made sure it was never able to close.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath in and out through her nose, letting the murderous rage at the thought of her grandfather and the loss of her parents wash over her and subside, back into the stormy sea that was her constant hatred for him.
"Seren-Nurey. That was mother's name. 'Rey' - we were named after her," Rey recited. She remembered her father holding her, before everything terrible happened, in the little memories she had of good times, telling her that she was named after the most wonderful thing in his life.
"She called father Tantin, I think it was a nickname rather than an attempt at a new identity. I know that wasn't his birth name - he was named after his father, our grandfather. Sheev Palpatine."
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going to dantooine + handwaving over rey describing the plot of two films
Date: 2020-05-26 04:24 am (UTC)There were parts of the story that she wasn’t particularly thrilled to share - the human obstacle that was Kylo Ren chief among an assortment of sore subjects - and she certainly played down that whole thing even if it felt odd to be evasive with another version of her. It was better to just leave men and their messes out of the whole thing.
There were a fair number of questions, Rey intently curious about everything that this other version of her had gone through, her life and the odd contrasts and similarities that went with it were fascinating beyond anything Rey had ever stumbled across, more interesting than the Force itself. She wondered if that made her vain and decided it didn’t matter one way or the other - how many could say they had a chance like this? There was so much to do, so much to learn from one another.
“Do you think they can tell on your side, that you’re gone?” Rey’s eyebrows rose as she asked the question from the pilot’s chair of the Falcon as the Corellian freighter tore through hyperspace, bringing them the final stretch of the way to Dantooine.
Whether or not what they had done, both crossing over into one’s version of the galaxy could be felt within the Force was hard to discern - Rey could feel something different, without question but if it was because of how personal this was, or something far larger she didn’t know. To her it felt jumbled, but right, like dumping a brand new puzzle out of a box - all the pieces were definitely there, but there was a lot of clicking into place to do.
Whatever they were meant to accomplish together, she looked forward to it.
100 YEARS LATER
Date: 2020-07-04 03:11 am (UTC)If she wasn't so determined to kill him someday, the idea of returning eventually wouldn't even cross her mind.
She didn't bother to even think of it as vanity to be fascinated with this other version of herself, of what she had been through, what had made her strong but kept her kind as well. As she had suspected, D-0 warmed instantly to her, too. And who better to be your teacher than yourself? She knew how she learned best. She also knew that the other Rey was hiding some things from her, but it didn't bother her. If there was something she wasn't ready to talk about now, they had all the time to reach that bridge. Words were difficult. They would come eventually.
She sat in the copilot chair of the freighter - she had seen it back on Starkiller and remembered thinking it seemed a wonder such an antique could fly straight. Seeing it from the inside it seemed like even more of a miracle, held together with adhesive tape and the Force. With the time it took to get to Dantooine it let Rey get accustomed to the thicker atmosphere that was standard, especially as she wouldn't be going back to Exogal anytime soon and need not worry about all that work going down the drain again. She still was a little unsure on her feet, but by the time they got to Exogal she'd be right as rain. "Will we need to worry about explaining to anyone on your side why you suddenly have a twin sister?"
There were little differences that set them apart, side by side. She was much paler from the sunless caves of her homeworld while the other Rey had a warm glow from constant sunlight that seemed to radiate out of her. She had a scar on her lip, leftover from early practice with her grandfather's goons when they didn't bother to pull punches on an eight year old.
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Date: 2020-07-14 04:09 am (UTC)When she asked about being her twin Rey frowned. In time certainly she would have to return to the Resistance and bring the other Rey with her. They were traveling together now and that was something Rey took very seriously. While she had her grandfather growing up, Rey figured that was as good as growing up alone. In time perhaps Rey would hear more about what had happened to her, but just as there were things in her own life she wasn't yet ready to share she figured everything her other self wasn't telling her work come out in due time.
They had nothing to lose after all, and only an understanding a person might get from themselves to gain.
"Yes, we'll have to figure out how we want to accomplish that - though there's some time between then and now to do that. There aren't any other Jedi left - I'm afforded a certain bit of independence despite the war to go and learn if I get wind of something that might help me learn what it is I'm meant to be doing with all of," she waved slightly in the air, at a loss for words. "Everything really. My teacher died, and I've been following what hints were left behind in the old books he had kept." Rey made at face at her and shrugged. "In time we'll go back to base, but not until you and I know what it is we're doing, and right now that's building lightsabers." Something she was very excited about. Building and dismantling were two of her favorite pastimes, done as a necessity on Jakku and now, away from that desolate world as a means of stilling her mind while making herself useful. She loved to build and to tinker, and the concept of having a weapon all her own, instead of steeped in the lore of a family that she didn't quite belong to was a wonderful concept.
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Date: 2020-07-19 05:55 pm (UTC)"Always found learning by doing easier than by someone telling me or reading what to do," she said, suspecting her twin of the same. It was hard for something to feel real until she could get her hands on it, to experience it for herself. Small wonder then why her use of the Force was often towards the more physical side of it, of moving things without touching them, of lightning, of making her even more capable than constant training left her rather than searching through people's minds.
She never liked that - it was something her grandfather did. She learned to keep him out and hated every time she had to try to look into someone else's thoughts.
"How did your teacher die?"
throws libra logic at you
Date: 2020-07-20 01:51 am (UTC)The question about Luke made her nostrils flare as she breathed out a weighty sigh. "He projected himself through the Force," she hadn't witnessed it first-hand, but those that had seen him that day had recounted the tale soon after it had happened, and she had felt it when Luke had gone. "After he had finished what he set out to do he rejoined it, but he managed to stave off the First Order long enough for the Resistance to escape the base they had hidden on." Rey's lips pursed in thought, her eyes darting to her identical counterpart. "Not a very traditional teacher, despite being the last Jedi, but he taught me enough to get by, and to know where to look for more," she tilted her head, her expression softening. "Which is how I found you." Eventually they would need to craft a better version of this story for her friends and she knew it, but for now Rey was comfortable to focus on just the two of them.
"We'll need new names I think. We can't look exactly alike and have the same name," aliases would work for the rest of the galaxy, and it was something that was a bit easier to consider than a story for the Resistance. "I think it's fairest if we both pick new ones, since we're both Rey and neither of us is more Rey than the other."
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Date: 2020-11-06 12:22 am (UTC)Seeing the planet as they approached it, she almost reached for her helmet again before reminding herself she wouldn't need it for this, maybe not at all while in this universe unless her native counterpart here wanted to hide her identity a while longer. She didn't mind that thought, trusted her other self to know what would be best with her friends and found family as Rey at best only knew them by reputation.
"That does sound fair. Should we jan-ken-pon for Mother's name or would that be equally off-limits for the same reason?" she asked, though she supposed they could split it if they wanted given the structure of it.
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Date: 2020-12-09 12:21 am (UTC)Sometimes she struggled to recall whether or not anyone had named her or she had named herself, the names of anyone else were as lost to her as that fact.
"What was it? Did you know Father's too?" As far as Rey was concerned she wasn't going to be able to think of anything else until those two questions - minimum - were answered.
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Date: 2021-02-22 03:31 am (UTC)She closed her eyes and took a deep breath in and out through her nose, letting the murderous rage at the thought of her grandfather and the loss of her parents wash over her and subside, back into the stormy sea that was her constant hatred for him.
"Seren-Nurey. That was mother's name. 'Rey' - we were named after her," Rey recited. She remembered her father holding her, before everything terrible happened, in the little memories she had of good times, telling her that she was named after the most wonderful thing in his life.
"She called father Tantin, I think it was a nickname rather than an attempt at a new identity. I know that wasn't his birth name - he was named after his father, our grandfather. Sheev Palpatine."