A/n: A story that takes place within / after the new movie, with a few key changes to the story.

1.) The pairing is obviously between Rey and Anakin. While the story revolves more around the genre of an epic adventure, there will be strong hints of a slow build-up towards romance. I'd like to think of her as the one that holds him back from the darkness, and he the one that "comes back to/for her. (Referring to the whole theme of Rey being "abandoned" on Jakku, having no one coming back for her.)

2.) There is no blood relationship between Rey and the Skywalker bloodline in this story. There is a strong possibility of her being Luke's daughter in the Star Wars canon, but this is an AU where she is not.

3.) In this story, the New Republic and the Resistance have all but fallen. The dark side is slowly suffocating the galaxy whole. In order to bring balance to the force, a young Anakin Skywalker is revived and pulled from his time, forcefully thrown into an unfamiliar time of chaos. I'd like to work with the concept that "time itself does not exist within the force", that there are multiple timelines and universes going on all at once. In Rey's time, Anakin was Darth Vader, a man who ultimately sacrifices himself in order to save his son and causing the downfall of Darth Sidious. However, the Anakin thrown into her time was from another place, someone who's backstory was certainly a lot darker than the Anakin we knew.

4.) Most of the newer cast will be in the story. I'm quite interested in writing their perspectives / thoughts as to the arrival of Anakin.

5.) We will be following the movie up until their arrival on Takodana (the green planet.) I am making a few changes to the story afterwards. Instead of being captured by Kylo Ren, Rey will instead escape with Han and the rest of the Resistance, heading towards their base on Q'Dar. She would have accepted Luke's lightsaber, though with plenty of hesitation and uncertainty.

The First Order would have still destroyed the New Republic planets with their newest weapon, but they were unable to locate the primary Resistance base as they were hidden deep within the Outer Rim Territories. In the two months she spent on the base, she would have been given plenty of training by Leia and the Resistance fighters. But without a proper Jedi master's guidance, Rey would not be anywhere near her actual potential.

When the Resistance discovered the First Order's plan to use the Starkiller weapon once more, they sent a X-Wing Squadron to attack the artificial planet. However, their assault ended up an utter failure, their pilots captured and interrogated by Kylo Ren, who managed to break them into revealing the location of the Resistance base.

The story starts upon the First Order's attack of the Resistance base.

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Prologue: Part 1

Today… is the end of the republic.

The surging heaves of deceleration were familiar sensations, but the cautionary blares of the navigation systems were not. General Hux ignored the flashing warnings, his mind elsewhere as the First Order's Imperial Star Destroyer - Finalizer, dropped out of hyperspace, entering the vast expanse of the uncharted Outer Rim Territories.

A lawless region in space; there were no governments here, no systems in place. It was a wretched void, an abyss of scum and of villainy; the space-route was long abandoned due to the abundance of cartel and syndicate activities in the vicinity. In fear of pirates and of hijackings, there were no standard merchant-class ships in this system, but the Imperial Star Destroyer was hardly an easy painted target. It was instead a visible ascendance of power, a predominant behemoth that was the clear embodiment of the First Order's strength.

The young general was unfazed by the ungoverned sectors; those that were foolish enough to dare an attempt on his ship, would soon realize the fatality of their judgement once entering the proximity of his advanced targeting systems. Those that dare try, will end up as specks of space-dust, nothing more.

The more he thought about it, the more it seemed that the emptiness of this region was the main reason why the Resistance's primary base was located on D'Qar, an uncharted world hidden beneath stray belts of unending asteroids; a world of lush green that soon spilled into the main command bridge's viewpoint. In order to peacefully co-exist in such a desolated region, the Resistance must have struck a deal with the Cartels. Men of the latter were not known for cooperating with government bodies, but with enough credits, even the Hutts could be convinced to dance.

Hux detested the grandly built viewports, he felt that they were an unnecessary additional to the ship's command bridge. The Resurgent-class Star Destroyers were guided by highly advanced navigation systems, they required zero visual references of any sorts. He noticed the lingering gaze of a few younger cadets, those that were born from the artificial worlds of the fallen Galactic Empire, never having witnessed worlds of such vivid colors.

He believed the viewing windows to have stemmed from an antiquated romanticism that pertained to space travel; to watch as the worlds and the stars pass you by. Or perhaps, the preferences of a previous general, one that enjoyed an un-generated image of a Republic ship being torn into shreds by one of their three thousand turbolasers and ion cannons. Hux did not believe in such luxuries, he felt they were nothing more than hindrances.

"General, we have arrived at the Ileenium system." The metallic female voice momentarily interrupted the man's thoughts, drawing his attention towards the armored Stormtrooper beside him. Unlike the usual white of plastoid composite that made up the Galactic Empire's army, hers was in a reflective shade of chrome. A most unusual mix.

He recognized the material as chromium, a certainly expensive resource; his father used to own a Yacht-ship made of chromium plating back during their days on the planet Arkanis, before he graduated from the Academy and entered the ranks of the First Order. He also remembered reading somewhere that in Naboo culture, chromium plated ships signified the presence of royals. A theory he was unable to further explore, as the Naboo system was currently in occupancy by the New Republic; even after countless unsuccessful attempts by the Imperial Navy to regain control of that region.

He turned towards the Stormtrooper captain. "What is the status of the Resistance base?"

"The base is all but crippled. Their failed assault on the Starkiller base drove their forces thin, they were not expecting our attack, much less such a swift and hostile response."

The Stormtrooper pressed onto the holocom on her wrist, expanding a holographic image of D'Qar's topography, showing the General the remnants of the Resistance base and their converging forces. "My squadrons are on the verge of clearing out the remaining vestiges of those still loyal to the New Republic."

"What of… Kylo Ren?" The General bitterly asked, his distaste for the mentioned figure apparent in his tone.

"He left for D'Qar not too long ago. He wanted to personally oversee the capture and interrogation of prime Resistance targets."

Hux's frown started to turn even darker. He did not understand what Supreme Leader Snoke saw in the clearly deranged Knight of Ren. Hux wasn't a Force sensitive humanoid, but he knew enough of the Force and of the dark side. He had access to classified files and datacrons, had seen records of the fabled Sith; a power-hungry order that once reigned supreme over the lesser galaxy, ruling with iron fists and mystical powers. Their eventually downfall was not only because of the now extinct Jedi Order, but from the many warring factions amongst themselves; an anarchic race, but Hux admired their strength.

He also learned from his father that the previous Emperor was a Sith, a being of tremendous power that resembled more of a godly monster than of a man. Darth Sidious eradicated the entire Jedi Order, he conquered vast regions of the Galaxy under the Galactic Empire, he killed and drained the life forces of billions in order to keep himself immortal. Compared to such feats, Kylo Ren seemed almost pathetic, an infantile man prone to outbursts of immature anger and rage. He was nothing but a masked henchman with a dangerous blade.

Yet, even with all the animosity he held towards the Knight of Ren, he would admit that Kylo Ren had a certain way with interrogating their prisoners. His grasp of telepathic torture could usually procure, within minutes, results of which hours of surgical instruments and pain-inducing chemicals could not. And as much as Hux despised Kylo Ren, he did not question the man's methods.

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The hanger lights coruscated brilliantly off the darkened tower of flowing robes; a squadron of elite soldiers stood in the path of the approaching figure, their postures were rigid and silent, their blasters poised formidably over their armored chests. They were taught to be expressionless and impassive in their movements, yet none could shake the uneasiness in the air.

As the doors to the hanger bay slid open, the exiting gust of wind caught the masked figure's robes, briefly revealing the crudely designed lightsaber hilt strapped to his side. Headed in the direction of his ship, the comlink he carried in his palm whirred suddenly to life, buzzing with an incoming signal which the man checked before accepting the transmission.

"Status." His voice carried a slight metallic tint, cold and dispassionate, caused by the breathing apparatus he wore to conceal his features.

"On route to waypoint delta-six. Coordinates of x-two-one-three, y-four-one-three." The voice on the other end was uneven, it broke with each constant burst of incoming static, yet the directions of the Resistance spy was clear. His target was heading towards one of their evacuation sites. Kylo Ren had no intention of joining alongside the Stormtroopers on their initial assault on the Resistance base. He had much higher priorities at hand – a personal mission from the Supreme Leader himself.

His spies had managed to infiltrate the Resistance base beforehand, and were successful in mapping out all of their evacuation sites. The higher ranked members of the Resistance were undoubtedly heading towards those as of this moment.

Heading towards his Corvette-Class Stealth Infiltrator, he motioned towards the quiescent guards standing by the side of his moderately sized ship. They resembled the average Stormtrooper, except with armor as dark as the vacuum of space. They stood facing the other, undaunted by his growing presence. The two were his personal guards and while they lacked the natural potential of the Force, they were trained in becoming sensitive towards it, as the perfect assassins.

Thumbing the received coordinates into the ship's transceiver, he logged the location into its navigation systems before the ship's thrusters came to life. Strapping themselves into the seats, they shortly left the Imperial Star Destroyer and entered the planet's orbit. Designed sleekly for both stealth and for speed, it wasn't long before they touched down silently in a clearing a short distance away from the evacuation site. As they headed towards the coordinates, they soon came into contact with a minuscule spaceport of sorts, a tiny hanger that was camouflaged within the jungles of D'Qar, equipped with a single space shuttle.

The location was poorly defended. It wasn't an important site, no doubt an evacuation contingency they were not expecting to activate. The Resistance wasn't prepared for the First Order's attack, much less finding out their exact coordinates. His men quietly took out the few guards that stood idly by, their bodies quickly disposed of before the three slipped into the darkness… waiting for their prey to arrive.

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There were a lot of things that Rey did not know. She did not know how the First Order found the Resistance base, she did not know if General Leia made it out before the bombardments began, she did not know where BB-8 and the rest of her friends were, and amongst other things, she did not know which alien species the dying Resistance fighter beside her belonged to.

But what she knew, was that their base was all but destroyed, that many of her friends and her comrades were already dead. She also knew, that beyond a doubt, she had never felt more afraid in her entire life, and that the alien beside her was on the verge of death itself.

Her hands wouldn't stop trembling, even as much as she willed them to. She was trying to maintain constant pressure on the dying alien's chest wound, but his green tinted blood continued to leak no matter how hard she tried.

The five of them were currently traveling on board a land-transport shuttle, heading in the direction of an evacuation site. There were more than two dozen in total, so if one were to become compromised, the others still had a chance to escape. At least that was the rationale for splitting up their already massively dwindling forces.

When she looked down at the alien, she quickly realized that they were now down to four.

She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to reach out for the reassuring touch of the Force. It was there, but she felt something alongside it, a symbiote darkness that sought to consume everything whole. It terrified her.

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Kylo Ren was not a patient man, but patiently, he waited, his robes curling around him as he sat on the durasteel floors, his eyes closed behind his opaque faceplate. Deep within meditation, he could feel the embrace of the Force growing and subsiding around him; streams of invisible currents, drawn to his very essence and his rage. He could see the streams inside his mind; some thicker than most, others, thinner, more fragile and weak. Each was connected to a different living being; the essence of the Force, flowing through each and every individual, regardless of their connection to the Force itself.

They felt like actual strings dangled in front of him, visible, yet out of reach. He was able to mentally tap into each, to feel the presence of its source. Tapping into hers would allow him to better pinpoint her location and the number of Resistance fighters she traveled along with, but he avoided that connection. He felt her approaching presence in the form of the Force, the strings pulsating stronger with each passing second, but he did not know of her strength and of her training, he was unfamiliar with the extent of her connection to the Force.

A stronger Force user would be able to sense his intruding presence, to sense his ill intentions. So he kept himself hidden, shrouded within the darkness of the Force.

They watched from the shadows as the doors to the hanger slid open, the entering Resistance members wasting no time in heading towards the evacuation shuttle. There were four of them in attendance, three whom he recognized as Resistance fighters and then… there she was.

It brought a smile to his lips, surely he had waited long enough for their arrival. His robes whirled unnaturally as he stood, the fabric seemingly alive as the light from the hanger illuminated his monstrous figure. As he took a step in the direction of the approaching party, a wave of crushing darkness tore towards the four, an immense blast of energy that forced them onto their knees.

The three fighters that were untrained in the Force fell immediately, a growing wave of increasing fear as their bodies collided against the cold floor. The female staggered, but remained afoot, though momentarily dazed from his attack. He saw her reaching for her weapon, and as did he, his unstable lightsaber bursting wrathfully in his arm, its luminescence casting the side of the hanger in a shade of violent red. Unlike a Jedi's movement, his own were not of gracefulness, but instead an unstoppable tidal wave that consumed everything in its path, leaving behind nothing but destruction in its wake. His blade tore into the chest of the first soldier, the man's desperate screams lasting for only seconds before his lifeless body crumpled onto the ground, a gaping hole smoking from his chest.

One of the soldiers managed to get his weapon up, releasing a salvo of laser bolts which he managed to deflect with ease, sending the deadly projectiles harmlessly to the side. Kylo Ren was about to raise his weapon towards the attacking soldier when he saw the man's skull suddenly explode, followed by a multitude of laser bolts penetrating the chest of the man behind him.

His assassins, they were taking away his fun.

Before he could complain, an igniting lightsaber drew his attention. The female must have recovered from his initial attack, her weapon of a sleek brilliant blue, much in contrast to his own. He could sense her fear, could see it in her eyes. Even so, he felt her strength, a fiery resolve that burnt against the suffocating darkness. His eyes stared lifelessly at her own from behind his darkened visor, a void that held nothing but emptiness and death.

He paused for a moment, his hands falling limply to his side as his weapon deactivated. He felt the Force swirling around him as his eyes slowly flickered shut; in that moment, Kylo Ren saw clearer than he had ever before. She leapt, and in a burst of reddened fury, his weapon lanced upwards, deflecting the downward strike of her blade. Their weapons clashed against the other with such intensity, sparks of energy ignited with each continuous blow. The female was fierce, her footing firm and her stance strong, but she was fighting against an unrelenting monstrosity, he parried effortlessly blow after blow, never once attacking in return.

He relaxed his posture as her blade swung towards his head, the swooshing of her blade passing through as he lowered his towering frame, skilfully dodging her attack as his blade retracted once more, a diminishing glow of red as he instead harnessed the Force between them both, sending a wave of darkened Force energy that collided against her center.

In one moment, she was standing in front of him. In the next, she was violently propelled off her feet, heavily crashing into the walls behind her with a loud thud. He remained still, waiting as she painfully dragged herself back onto her feet; a trail of blood ran down the side of her skull, she wiped it away. He could sense her growing fear, the doubt and the uncertainty that clouded her every emotion. The ensuring dread and horror, it only sought to further excite him.

He did not move as she reached out in the direction of her fallen weapon with the Force, the unlit grip shooting weakly in her direction before coming into contact with her palm. Her control of the Force felt feeble and weak, she was clearly inexperienced, not well trained outside of basic combat. When she readied her weapon once more, he raised his glove in her direction; her fighting spirit was admirable, but ultimately futile. It wasn't even necessary to engage such a weakened opponent in continuous combat.

There was a moment of silence, before a gathering of Force in the next. The air between them crackled and flashed in resonance, before a tremendous wave of darkness forced her down onto her knees with such intensity, she lost consciousness for a second.

As he headed towards the incapacitated female, he noticed the heaving chest of a fallen Resistance soldier, the man still desperately clinging onto life. Holding out his arm, he dragged the soldier towards him with the Force, sending the man sprawling in front of the kneeling female. He allowed the woman to see the man's fear stricken face in all its glory, before his reddened saber ignited into the man's spine, effectively ending his life.

"The one I have heard so much about."

She looked up at him when he spoke, her lips trembled and parted, but it was as if she could not find the strength to speak. But when he reached out towards her with the constricting darkness, she quickly found the strength to scream.

When she eventually lost all consciousness, Kylo Ren looked towards the two that came along with him.

"Restrain her, and take her with us."

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Time did not exist within this whirlpool of unbridled energy, a torrential current of all that lived, and all that ever will. The Force moved in waves in this ethereal plane, gigantic maelstroms of energy that held no good-will, yet was without malevolence. They rose and they fell, crashing seamlessly into one another, merging in unity, a true balance of the Force.

Yet, there was a particular wave that rejected the coalescence of its other, a growing darkness that had swallowed the light in all of its entirety. It was a vortex of unimaginable darkness, one that sought to consume the universe whole. Like an unchained beast, it fought and tore against those that would bring a stable equilibrium between both spectrum of the Force, and when it rose high enough, it collided against the pillars of the universe itself, sending tremors through all foundations of life.

And as the Force sought to regain balance in this darkening galaxy, waves of light shot towards the growing darkness, spiraling lances of pure light that formed into a single point of energy, bravely coverging upon the darkened tower. It pierced into the center of the darkness, and at the moment in time, a man long dead no longer was.

Thrust into the darkness, in order to find the light.

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A/n: As I am without a beta, I do appreciate if any of you readers were to kindly list out any noticeable mistakes! (: