Disclaimer: I don't own anything Star Wars. That's Disney's now. Though I wish...Any other creators created are mine though. Like Allyala. She is mine.

Authors Note: Hi guys! So I want to start off and let you all know that this chapter is my absolute favorite one. There is just something about it that makes it so special to me and I hope you all let me know what you think! No Poe/Ally interaction which I think makes me better. It really gives you a glimpse of this strong woman and what she is capable of. Also her drive of revenge. So without hesitation. The next chapter of our story. Let me know what you think!

Chapter 9

Present

A jolt woke Allyala with a start. After taking a moment to gather her bearings, she surveyed her surroundings. She was in her ship—smoke and sparks were swirling all around her. Coughing and shielding her eyes from the smoke, she blindly reached out to unlatch herself from her seat, dropping slightly inside the ship. There was a sudden sharp pain to her side but she continued on, maneuvering out of her current wedged position and crawled forward. Bringing both hands to a broken window, she pushed with all her might until out it went with a pop. Knowing there was no other way around it, Allyala found herself with no other option but to heave her body through the broken glass of her ship into the cold, wet snow below. The wind was harsh as it blew around her, the bitter cold striking her skin with a fierce bite. She needed to get inside quick or she wouldn't be much help to anyone. With her emergency pack in hand, she gathered what supplies she could before beginning her trek towards the base in front of her. If there wasn't already a reason to hurry, watching as ships above zoomed past before crashing into the ground. Allyala hurried her pace before breaking into a jog making sure to pay attention to the sky above her, agony hitting her stomach as she watched the First Order reign terror over the Resistance.

Getting into the base had been simple enough. She may have been without a teacher for quite some time but she had learned the skills she needed to sneak inside most places. She walked with pride down the cold and empty halls and occasionally hid in corners as troopers passed by, but the main commotion seemed to be somewhere else. After a short time she managed to find an empty control center with cameras. Biting her lip and crossing her fingers, she pressed one of the buttons, hoping it changed views. When it did exactly that, she breathed a sigh of relief and looked through the images. She found Han, Chewy and Finn after a few minutes and they weren't far from her current location. She walked towards the door and turned to look down the hallways to see if it was clear. Instead, she saw a lone trooper was heading towards her. She pressed her back against the wall and smiled, closing her eyes as she patiently waited for his arrival. At just the right moment, she turned her body and stepped in front of his. The trooper had no time to respond before she placed her hand on his helmet and looked through the visor.

"The Rebels are on the north side, this wing is clear." She spoke quietly.

The trooper's arms sagged, "The Rebels are on the north side, this wing is clear." He repeated.

She nodded and watched as he turned his body and began walking the opposite direction. She smiled to herself and pulled the straps on her shoulders tight before running down the hall to find her friends. Ally didn't have to go very far in the facilities; she had been on the run for about 10 minutes before plowing straight into Chewie, who yelled in glee upon her arrival, taking her into his arms. She welcomed his embrace and squeezed back. Han stepped forward then, looking her up and down, obviously concerned over her bloody state.

"What happened to you, kid?" He lifted her arm to examine her burns.

"Oh, you know…" She shrugged, "Shoot a couple tie fighters. They get mad. Shoot back. You crash. The normal."

Grunting, Han looked her over once more before walking away. Next Finn stepped forward and hugged her.

"I'm so glad you're alright!" He exclaimed, holding her close.

She smiled at his genuine concern and returned the gesture, "I had a good team up there, and some damn good luck." Pulling away she observed her surroundings.

"Um... Finn?" She asked looking around, "Were you going to rescue your friend anytime soon or were you just waiting for me to finish the job?"

Finn rolled his eyes and looked back towards the corridor, "We were just on our way to get her, but we keep running into patrols."

Chewie suddenly yelled out in alarm. Han scowled, "Yeah, like the one right behind us. We've got to go, now!"

Allyala knew they had a better chance if she stayed behind to distract the remaining groups following them. Finn might disagree but she couldn't risk them not finding their friend. She pushed Finn away and pointed towards the opposite direction,

"You guys go, I sent the troops in this area to the southern quadrant. You shouldn't run into much trouble on your way to finding her now."

"What about you?" Finn questioned, "Aren't you coming with us?"

Ally shook her head, "That's not my job."

Han walked passed them and shoved Finn, "Come on kid, let's get out of here. She knows what she's doing."

Before he could pass, Ally grabbed Han and pulled him towards her roughly.

"Hey, watch it! I like this jacket." He snarled. She narrowed her eyes and held tight.

"You finish this Han Solo," She whispered darkly, "You get him out of here or I will. Do you understand me?"

Han knew exactly what she meant.

"I will Allyala, I'll get him. I'll bring Ben home."

With a short nod she watched as Chewie and Han rushed down the hallway. Finn stayed behind and stared at Ally.

"Ally—" He started towards her but she held up her hand.

"Don't worry about me Finn, finish your mission. Go get your friend."

His response was cut short by a blaster shot that barely missed them.

"Go!" She shouted. Ally grabbed him and pushed him into a run towards the others. Before he could say anything else she held up her hand, "I'll be fine!"

Troopers suddenly filled the room and Allyala raised her arms in surrender.

"Hello guys and gals, its such a pleasure to see all of you this evening." No one made a sound, it wasn't until a bag came from behind and was thrown over her head that she felt a moment of pause.

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The worst part about being captured wasn't the capture itself. It was the disorienting feeling of the bag over her head. She prided herself for keeping pace with the solders as she was being marched throughout the base. Suddenly they stopped and the bag was ripped off. She came face to face with one of the gigantic troopers stationed there.

"Where are the others?" He asked.

"You must have me confused with someone else."

He took off his helmet, his facial features lined with anger and pain. She kept eye contact as he approached. He reached to touch her face, then paused, taking in all her features. He smiled and placed a finger to her scar and gently traced it for it's length.

"Normally, I would say it would be such a shame to hurt such a pretty face, but I guess that offer is off the table. You tell us what we need to know, and I might be able to give you safe passage." He placed his other hand on her hip and stepped forward. Suddenly, Ally took her head and smashed it against the man touching her. He staggered back in agony. The guard that had been holding her tightened her restraints.

"The Resistance will not be intimidated." She sneered, "It would be in your best interest to release me."

The guard spit out some blood and wiped his a separate trail of blood from his nose.

"Think you are some sort of Jedi, do you? Well, little girl, let me give you a bit of insight…" He walked over and punched her across the face, leaning close to whisper in her ear, "You were nothing more than a student, a failure. Ren warned us of your arrival and if you want to make it off this base alive you will do anything and everything I say.

Ally opened her mouth to feel the damage done from his fist. Curling her fingers tightly together, she squeezed her eyes shut, "Yeah. Not likely."

With a blink of an eye Allyala broke the restraints on her wrist and flipped the guard who was on her left. Raising her hand, she called her saber and it flew from the belt of the guard on her right and she caught it swiftly. Turning it on, she immediately blocked three shots that fired from the commander standing before her. He fired three shots, two that bounced back, hitting him in the chest. He fell to the ground. Ally walked through the room, stepping over bodies as she reached the dying man. Using her powers she lifted him to the wall—holding his neck tight.

"Where is Ren? Answer me and I might let you live-"

He coughed and shook his head; "Even with me dead, you won't reach him in time. Your Republic is doomed."

With a final gasp, his lifeless body collapsed. She dropped him to the floor. Infuriated, she screamed. Using her saber she broke free the remaining restraints and rushed out of the holding cell to find the others.

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It was the blinding feeling of agony and hurt that led her to Kylo Ren and Han Solo. She walked into the command base to see the man who had led thousands into battle approach the man who once claimed to be his son. She held on to the railing, actively searching for anyone she could recognize. She found Chewie below her, weapons waiting. Above her stood Finn and a woman. The light was leaving the room as her feeling of dread spread, she should have expected it, should have known how this was going to end.

She doesn't remember her breath leaving as Ren turned on his saber, stabbing the man who raised him through the chest. A horrible sound escaped her body, an almost inhuman scream, as Han fell into the abyss below. Startled, weapons were being fired, including her own. All around her, explosions began going off and it took all of Ally's might to leave the room to escape.

Furious and angered she pitied those who got in her way. Fighting through countless troopers she left nobody standing behind her. Suddenly she stopped and felt her hands curl around her saber. She looked to her right and down the hallway waiting for her was Kylo Ren. He hadn't bothered to replace his helmet and she was left staring at the face of the man who had once haunted her dreams.

Though now he stood before her lost, angry, and wounded. She saw nothing stopping herself from ending him here and now.

She took a step forward knowing this was her chance.

Without warning, the doors closed suddenly separating them, taking away any hope of her ending the life of the man who tormented her so. She screamed and dropped her saber, touching the door for any grooves she could use to open it. She looked around to find the person at fault and found Chewie at the control console.

"NO!" She screamed. With all her strength, Ally turned back to the door and pounded her fist against it, now sobbing, "DAMN IT. OPEN THE DOOR…Chewie," She hiccuped, "Please." She gasped, leaning her head against it, her body fighting to stay standing. Chewie walked over slowly, picking up her saber from the ground. He reached for her arm. Startled, she stepped away from him.

"I HAD HIM! HE WAS MINE!" Chewie just looked at her as she brought her hands to her face and began to sob. It was then that he pulled her against him. She clutched onto him, holding him for all she was worth. It was the room's shaking that pulled them apart. The walls crumbling around them, Chewie let a bellowing roar.

He was right. It was time to go.

A/N: We shall carry on.