Disclaimer: I do not own Lucas Film's (and Disney's) Star Wars and James Cameron's 1997 Film 'Titanic'.

A/N: This is honestly my first REYLO fic, so I tried with all my best to make them stay in characters in AU. So I hope you will enjoy this and good luck!

"Tell us, Rey."

The young man sat down in his chair while holding the tape recorder as the frail old woman sighed deeply with her wrinkled hands rubbing together on her lap.

"It's been… eighty-four years." Her voice trembled.

"It's alright. Just, try to remember anything—anything at all."

The old woman smiled in a small amusement. "Do you not want to hear this or not, Mr. Cameron?"

He and all of the crew including her granddaughter beside her, twinkle lightly at Rey's small joke.

Reyna Kenobi then took another deep breath before she spoke of her tale.

"It's been… eighty-four years… and I can still smell the fresh paint. The china had never been used. The sheets had never been slept in. Titanic was called… 'The Ship of Dreams'… and it was… it really was…"

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The sea had always been appealing to Rey, in the years leading up to the present day. She had fond memories of visiting the Watergate Bay of Newquay with her parents as a child – they would ride horses and build sand castles and splash about in the surf from mid-mornings well into evenings, when the chauffeur would insist upon them getting back to the estate.

Of course, those were terribly distant memories of a world the young lady found herself struggling more and more to reach with every year has passed. Her mother and father, both kind, caring and generous as they are – had died when she was five years old, leaving all the fortune and child custody to her parents' long time business partner and merchant now a Baronet, Unkar Plutt and a few servants to raise her. The servants were friendly – her new guardian was not. The Baronet of Pluttington was a greedy, pompous, cruel man who raised Rey with a harsh hand, and never failed to use her to his advantage should an opportunity to arise.

Such an opportunity came knocking at their door about six months prior, when Lady Sindian and her son, Kace, showed up at the estate. To Rey, it had been a bizarre and unprompted visit; why on earth would an American businesswoman travel all the way to England with her son just to see the Baronet? Kace, kind as he was, had insisted it was merely a social call while they were touring the country – the baronet and the lady were closest acquaintances, apparently.

Neither he, nor Rey, had realized that, within the Baronet's study, an arranged marriage of "mutual benefit" was being drawn up. And so, less than a month later, the announcement of their engagement appeared in papers all over England's countryside and in society magazines in New York:

'Mrs. Carise Sindian, of Birren & Associates: New York, is proud to announce the engagement of her eldest son, Mr. Kace Maddox Sindian, to the lovely Lady Reyna Sabine Kenobi, daughter of the deceased Earl and Duchess of Mandalore. The two will be wed on the 15th of May in England, at the Mandalore Cathedral, surrounded by Europe's aristocracy and several of Sindian's closest acquaintances, who will make the journey to Europe on the return trip of the RMS Titanic. We at the New Yorker wish the young couple well.'

The only pleasure Rey took from reading the announcements was a small sense of amusement at the variances between European news and its American counterpart. The announcements that Kace's mother had submitted were as flashy as her own guardian's were simplistic. But reading them had made this entire situation feel all too real, and today was arguably the biggest reality check of them all. For she was currently sat in a motorcar, across from Kace, watching Southampton rush by and the port, along with the largest ocean liner known to man, appear.

The date was April 10th, 1912, and the young couple, accompanied by Baronet Plutt and a few servants, were to sail across to New York to retrieve Kace's mother and her associates for the wedding, so they could all thoroughly enjoy Europe and take part in all of the pre-wedding festivities that were in order. While Rey loved a bit of a good party as a child when her parents were alive, the prospect of celebrating a marriage that she wanted no part in for an entire month had her feeling slightly ill.

"… darling? Did you hear what I said?"

Glancing away from the window, Rey shook herself slightly, meeting her fiancée's dark gaze.

"I'm sorry?"

"I was just commenting on how marvelous the ship looks. Have you ever seen something so enormous?" Kace asked, grinning broadly, and Rey cast another glance out the window, finding herself rather underwhelmed by the sight of the Titanic looming before them, growing closer as they approached the port. For Kace, it symbolized as returning home and collecting his family for his marriage to a wealthy young lady who will soon take the title as a Duchess when she reaches at her 18th year. For Rey, the hulking piece of iron symbolized the iron bars trapping her in a lifetime she had never asked for.

"It doesn't look any bigger than the Maurtania." She commented, earning a snort from Unkar Plutt, who lowered his newspaper to frown pointedly at her.

"Oh, don't be ridiculous. Titanic is twice the size of the Maurtania, easily. Did Professor Parkinson teach you nothing about size assessment? Or are you being foolish for you own crude amusement?"

"It was merely an observation, Plutt. You don't need to lose your head over it." Rey quipped in response, frowning pointedly out rhe window, and she found herself slightly grateful for Kace's presence when he remarked it. "Not an entirely unfounded one, either. Maurtania was quite big."

It was moments like these days where guilt gnawed at Rey's insides. Kace was trying very hard to be a good fiancée. To make her happy. By all rights and logic, she should have come to love him by now. Six months was perfectly long courtship. But she just… didn't. It wasn't that she didn't like Kace; on the contrary, she was quite fond of him. He was a good friend, always considerate and with the exceptional wit of modern American boy, but he had been presented to her in a dreadful way. For her guardian, Unkar Plutt hadn't insisted upon the marriage hoping for her to be happy; no, no, no. it had been insisted upon because Kace Sindian was an incredibly rich young man with a massive wealth, and the Mandolore estate was, for lack of a better phrase, broke. The Baronet had spent all of her parents' fortunes on lavish accessories, and décor, and made numerous bad investments in businesses that went under, and now there was barely a penny left to her good name. Rey tried to argue with him one time, for spending all of her family's fortune into dust, she threatened him to call the authorities for all his doing but the baronet just laugh in cruel amusement when he told her that no one is going to believe an orphan child like her, and that made her feel a bit defenseless. Should Rey's marriage fall through, the estate would have to be sold, her family's possessions would be auctioned off, and they would be reduced to commonwealth within the year.

To Rey, that hasn't sound all too dreadful. Her heirship to become the Duchess of Mandalore had never appealed to her, even less so after her parents' death, and the very last thing she had wanted was to be forced to spend her life sorting out the mess that the Baronet had made. She'd debated running away multiple times, and evidently the Baronet knew of this, which is why he set up an ensnaring, wealth-ensuring marriage at the very first opportunity.

Kace Sindian was a kind individual, but he was the very last person that Rey wanted for a husband. Starting a marriage out of greed and based upon false promises of further wealth was a shameful plot that she was disgusted to be a part of.

"Do cheer up, darling. They've been calling Titanic the 'ship of dreams' in all of the papers. Doesn't that promise of an adventure?" Kace prompted as a motorcar came to a stop among hundreds of people and carriages and vehicles, and he offered Rey a whole-hearted smile for his benefit as her valet opened the door.

"Quite." She offered a kind smile as a response, watching as Kace stepped out of the motorcar, and Rey nodded for the Baronet to step out next, taking a deep breath of the wafting sea air before following in suit when the valet helped her out. She used to love the scent. Now, it was merely making her seasick.

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If there was one thing that Englishmen hated more than Americans, it was a hustler. A devious person who would join them at cards person who would join them at cards pretending to be a novice, easy pickings, only to take them for everything they had. They always kept an eye out for hustlers, and never let themselves fall for their tricks—and, if they, the bloke would never again see the light of the day.

In the local bar near the Titanic's port where two men, one was Scottish and the other was Indonesian playing poker with two other men. One was a good looking thirty-two year old native Guatemalan with a short curly dark hair and playful deep brown eyes. The other was a strange yet a uniquely attractive twenty-nine year old raven-haired with somewhat cold dark eyes. Most people saw him, always thought that he was much older than his age because he was somewhat a good looking and a bit mature than his age led on. The two handsome men, a native one was Poe Dameron, and the raven-haired was Ben Solo. The bets were a watch, some money and two third-class tickets to Titanic.

"Solo, you're crazy." Said Poe to his American friend quietly. "You bet everything we have."

"When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose." Ben gave him his signature scoundrel smirk as the native Indonesian man turned to his Scottish companion and told him in English with his native tongue. "You moron. I can't believe you bet our tickets."

"Bala-Tik?" Ben asked. He didn't say anything and traded a card with Ben who put down the card that Bala-Tik had given him and took another from his stack.

"Alright," The young American man spoke, "I want the moment of truth. Somebody's life about to change. Poe?" his native companion threw down his cards. "Nothing."

"Nada." Poe replied in Spanish.

"Razoo? Nothing. Bala-Tik?" The Scottish laid down his cards with pride.

"Uh-oh. Two pair." Ben deeply sighed before facing his Latino companion. "I'm sorry, Poe."

Poe began to cuss in his native words. "Apueste todo nuestro dinero! Para nada?!" Ben puts his hand on his fuming friend's shoulder in order to calm down.

"I'm sorry, you're not going to see your home again for a long time." Ben suddenly grows his frown to a victorious smirk as he spoke out loud before slamming his cards on the wooden table. "Because we're going to America. Full house, boys!"

Poe's eyes brighten up and yelled out. "YYYESSS!" He grabs the tickets from the middle of the table and raises them in front of him with a victorious grin on his face.

As the two friends continue to rejoice their winning. Ben begins to collect all the money when Razoo grabbed him by the top of his shirt. He began to cuss in his native speaking and raised his fist when Ben looked away and shuttled one eye. The punch suddenly landed on his Scottish companion square in the nose as Ben just scoffed in amusement before facing his joyful friend.

"Finalmente nos vamos a casa!" Poe rejoiced before Ben took the tickets from him.

"We're going home!" He yelled out happily then kissed it before hugging him and began dancing together.

"I'm going to America!" Poe exclaimed until the bartender interrupted their victory dance. "No mate!"

The two friends stop their victory dance then faced him when he pointed the clock. "Titanic leaves to America in five minutes."

11:55! "Oh shit!" Ben cursed with his eyes widen in shock. "C'mon. C'mon! Hurry! Here." Poe puts all the money in the sack that Ben kept as they carried their other bags.

Turning their boots, they raced from the bar before the door swung shut on its hinges behind them.

Racing down the street, forcing themselves to run just to keep up with their brisk pace.

"We're riding high style now!" Ben exclaimed as he and Poe continuously ran to catch the Titanic. "We're a couple of regular swells. We're practically goddamn royalty, mi amigo!"

Poe shouted back. "You see it's my destiny! Like I told you, I'm going to America to be a millonario!"

Ben jumped in front of the horse and ran back to Poe. "Estás loco!"

"Maybe, but I've got the tickets." Ben amusingly shout out to Poe. "C'mon, I thought you said you were fast!"

"Oh shut up! You scruffy scoundrel!" The Latino shouted back in annoyance.

Ben laughed as they continue to run as fast they could even though they're running out of breath when Ben realized the loading planks were being pulled back by the crewmen.

"No, no, no! Wait we're passengers! Passengers!" Ben exclaimed. He handed the tickets to the man.

He looked at them suspiciously. "Have you been through the inspection queue?"

"Of course." Ben said while puffing out his breath. "Anyway, we don't have any lice or anything. We're Americans, both of us."

The crewman nodded sharply. "Right, come abroad." The two ran down the corridors passing by each person in the halls. "We're the luckiest sons of bitches in the fucking world, you know that?!" Ben exclaimed to Poe while continuously running their way to where everyone was waving goodbye to the crowds below.

"Goodbye!" Ben called out.

Poe scrunched his eyebrow in confusion. "You know somebody?" He asked.

He scoffed before smirking. "Of course not. That's not the point." Then faced the crowds down and waved at the people. "Goodbye! I'll miss you!"

Poe shrugged mindlessly as he did the same like his tall friend. "Goodbye! I'm never going to forget you!" He exclaimed. Titanic began to slowly pull away from her harbor. Everyone was still waving and cheering before the ship starts to move in a pace leaving the people on land.

Just to tell you one thing before you're done reading this first chapter, that I portrayed Ben Solo as a bit of a scoundrel like his good looking dad ;)

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