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Unbreakable Tiebreaker A New Life This Is Not Goodbye Ben could feel Snoke in his head, his consciousness a like a sentient computer virus, carelessly sifting and sorting through his memories like information files. The Supreme Leader must have taught Kira this ability, he realized. But he was far more skilled than his apprentice. Ben was unable to push back against him—his mere presence threatened to overwhelm him.

And unlike with Kira, he had no sense of that mind being left open to him. Random bits of memory came back to him as the Snoke scrutinized them and cast them aside.

Here he was as a boy, sitting in the co-pilot's seat as his father did spins and swoops with the Millennium Falcon. Lightsaber sparring with Uncle Luke as a young Rey watched in awe.

An intimate moment with Tai in a sunlit meadow. He could feel Snoke's revulsion at those happy memories, so the Supreme Leader turned to the darker ones. Ben as a young boy, waking up from a nightmare of Snoke's own design. Ben, much older bursting out of the forest to see the Jedi temple ablaze. Watching as his father was struck by Kira's deflected blaster bolt and finished by a nameless, faceless stormtrooper.

Finley being defeated by Kira in the snowy forest. He felt Snoke's interest quicken at that last moment burned into his mind. That was what he wanted: his uncle's island, and the planet of which it was a part of, and what it was called and how he had reached it. Ben tried to blank his mind, to shut him out, to fight him off. None of it worked. Snoke found what he wanted, took it, and discarded him. He found himself on the floor of Snoke's throne room, writhing in pain, consumed by deep and utter hatred for the foul alien abomination.

We will give him and the Jedi Order the death he longs for. After the rebels are gone, we will go to his planet and obliterate the entire island.

Ben raised his hand toward his stolen family lightsaber, sitting next to Snoke on the arm of his throne. He willed it into his hand—and it flew into the air, in a perfect arc that would end in his grasp. Watching Ben struggle against him, Snoke smiled. He was beaten but still persisted. It was too bad, really. The boy's power and inner darkness could have been refined and sharpened, forging him into a potent weapon.

In another time he would have made him such a superb apprentice. The red curtains of the throne room parted, revealing a curved bank of viewports. Before one of them was a lens-like oculus. Forced to stare into it, Ben saw the Resistance fleet has been reduced to one warship and a collection of small transports.

For you, all is lost. The Knights sprang forward, weapons raised, but Snoke stopped them with a casually raised hand, chuckling at the sight of Ben, scarred face bathed in the light of the crimson blade. He landed hard, groaning, and the lightsaber clattered and spun across the floor to land at Kira's feet, spinning like a top. Then the tumult had ceased, replaced by an eerie calm and focus. Snoke had been surprised, but pleased. Where there was weakness, strength. Complete your training and fulfill your destiny.

Step by step, she advanced on the helpless Ben. Snoke used the Force to hoist him to his knees, arms pinned back. He eyed Kira's face, wary that her carnal tryst with the Solo boy had strengthened her attachment to him, but instead it seemed the experience was enough to have purged the interest from her completely, as her face was cold and determined.

Kira stopped once Ben was within reach of her blade. It was as if the two were in the forests of Starkiller Base again-- with Ben defeated and on his knees before her awaiting the final strike-- and she had a second chance to avenge her initial failure. Snoke laughed. Bridging their minds had been a gamble, one he had weighed for some time.

But it had worked even better than Snoke had hoped. It had fooled the boy into revealing his uncle Skywalker, but it had also forced Kira to confront her weaknesses. By eliminating Ben Solo, she would be excising that weak and flawed half of herself, snuffing out the Light and leaving only the Darkness. Explore all of Wookieepedia's images for this article subject. Cancel Save. Universal Conquest Wiki. Astromech droid R-series.

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She knew the maze of piled-high starship parts, dead droids, components so crunched and rusted nobody knew what they were anymore. The place was a garbage heap organized only so far as to help find useful scrap parts. As she wandered, Ania recognized crumpled body of an old binary load-lifter. Turn a corner in the maze and there was the tangled pile of conductor cables.

Even the sickly yellow-orange tint to the sky was a perfect match. When people told her she had good instincts, that she might make something of herself one day, Ania had scoffed. Then a damaged Imperial communications droid had shown up, and that seemingly-random encounter had kicked off a series of events that led her to Jao and Marasiah, Cade and her mother. And finally, that path had led her to this place that was no place. Though it seemed to real, even down to the smell of rust and aged lubricants, Ania knew this could not be the real Carreras Minor.

She knew this was all an illusion, but the sound of the first laser-blast whipping over her head still sent her running. Ania looked over her shoulder as she rounded the closest turn. She saw shadows in the junkyard-maze behind her, but could identify nothing beyond that. Another laser-blast lanced at her but she ducked behind cover. She heard no voices and footsteps, but she knew the shadows were surging after her in pursuit.

She hung a sharp left at the dead gonk droid, then crawled behind the tilted hull of a gutted landspeeder. She sensed, rather than heard, the shadows move past her. When she peeked out from beneath its edge she saw nothing and stepped back into the open path. As soon as she turned a corner she found herself looking down a long lane with scrap parts piled high; standing midway down the aisle was a figure in a loose green robe.

Something- her gut? Still she hesitated; this figure was a stranger, and she had no idea where she might be taken. But then she heard the crackle of laserfire behind her and the only choice was to run. They skirted through narrow passages, around unfamiliar husks of droids and piled speeder parts, until they were finally far away from their pursuers.

Call it the Cosmic Force. This was the part where things finally stopped making sense. Ania asked, Where are Cade and my mother? Can you get me to them? The ache to see them had never felt so great. And Tasha led her deeper into the junkyard maze. Her old home felt alien now; Ania sensed the hostile, unknowable powers chasing her, crowding her close.

And in the direction she could only call forward , the one in which Tasha led, Ania sensed something else. It was a power, pure and strong and different from everything else here, without even a shade of individual consciousness. It felt to her what the eruption had felt like on the mountain; a blaze of life greater than the world she existed in. I knew that going in.

You had to move fast to outrun your doubt. She was still doing it here, in this place that was no place, sprinting with legs that were not legs. You have to let it become you. And suddenly they turned a corner, and Tasha was gone. The junkyard was gone too, and so were her pursuers.

Ania was stranded in pure dark, but not alone. A new mind was with her. This one was strange and unfamiliar, but it had clearly once been a mortal like Cade or Marin. This being was serious and dignified, and like Marasiah bent by too many responsibilities. But there was a core of deep love there too: love for family, and love for an ideal. Finally, there was a grimness.