Warrior ◊ Star Wars

chapter twenty-seven; trust me

In fact, it really was a weaponized planet.

Of course her brother would have to outdo himself this time.

Mara now leaned against a wall by herself, watching the crowd before her. Finn had gone to talk to one of the tacticians about Starkiller while Poe did whatever a commander in the Resistance did at a time like this. She stuck close to the edges of the room, nearer to the exit out of old habits. She started to observe everyone in her new environment with great care, a paranoid trick she'd been doing for as long as she could remember.

It wasn't long before Mara saw the General and Han Solo practically part the room like a sea as what she assumed was a husband dutifully following his wife. Leia seemed to be having none of it, not giving Han even a simple glance as she went to a less crowded section of the base. The blonde tried to brush her initial curiosity off, but within a few minutes she heard their voices once more.

She really shouldn't eavesdrop, she really shouldn't. Getting into mischief now was an incredibly stupid thing to even fathom given her situation. Mara considered moving away, but truly that would also mean leaving her conveniently placed vantage point which allowed her large visibility of the room and gave her a way to run if she had to for some reason. So finding another spot to be mysteriously attractive was a risky move.

While mentally talking herself out of listening in on the couple's fight, she had already begun to hear the conversation taking place, "You think I want to forget him? I want to save him."

Mara was terrible at pretending she wasn't eavesdropping, her face scrunching up as she became confused at not only the softness in the General's tone but exactly whom they were discussing that they intended to save.

It was a small pause before Solo spoke once more in a somber voice that Mara never imagined he could possess, given his rather ruggish persona, "There was nothing we could've done. There was too much Vader in him."

Vader

Darth Vader

Vader Junior

The blonde's mind became of frenzy of firing neurons as her brain frantically tried to process her train of thought, all while still having a killer headache. Vader? One of the most fearsome and powerful Sith in all of history who happened to father the Skywalker twins. Then there was Kylo Ren, who was an obvious admirer of the long dead knight, this being heavily indicated; the helmet, the distorted voice, the black cape.

Too much Vader in him.

"That's why I wanted him to train with Luke. I never should of sent him away, that's when I lost him. That's when I lost you both."

Mara remembered the conversation prior to the battle of Takodana, back in Maz's castle around a wooden table filled with delicious fruit and lively music. Leia doesn't want to see me.

Never should have sent him away.

She had a very sickening feeling of who 'him' was.

"We both had to deal with it in our own way," Han continued to comfort Leia, unaware the conversation was being listened in on, "I went back to the only thing I was ever good at."

"We both did."

Mara's head still had the prolonging feeling of constantly being beaten on from inside her own skull, but that extended tenfold as her thoughts became muddled as she found her final conclusion.

"We lost our son, forever."

Kylo Ren was the child of Han Solo and Leia Organa.

She couldn't listen to anymore. She stumbled away, one hand holding her temple as her thoughts blared like earsplitting sirens.