[ That word thunders across the bridge of consciousness between them: useless. Plutt had told her so, in so many words, on the rare occasion her skills as a scavenger failed to find him his most sought-after treasures — that she was of no importance to him if she couldn't provide, that if she couldn't find him pieces he needed, he'd find some other way to make her useful.
She's no Jedi, no matter how captivated by their stories and legends she'd been, even if she has some control over the Force; she doesn't know how to properly attain and exact a measure of her power. Perhaps in the scheme of things she is, in essence, still no one, of no relevant importance.
...But it's not Kylo Ren's place to decide that.
She sets her teeth and reaches out again — this time physically, her arm reaching out before her, fingers straining — and focuses. At first it's an angry, shuddering attempt at concentration, but as the moment drones on she recalls their duel in the forest, the chasm at her back, their sabers crossed over her face and the way he'd reminded her to channel in to it, to let it come.
Rey relaxes and gives herself to it, to that energy permeating every living thing, folding herself into the three minds on the floor above her.
Only in that rush of power, of yielding to it, she inadvertently sinks her awareness into more than just the three — with the exception of Ren and the other hosts she takes hold of every living mind on the entire fifteenth floor of the security building, within her grasp. There's a sensation like held breath, a suspension, as she finds herself connected to sentries and guards, administrative assistants and detectives, everyone all in an instant.
To Ren alone she projects her surprise, her stunned wonder at holding so many minds enthralled at once. ]
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She's no Jedi, no matter how captivated by their stories and legends she'd been, even if she has some control over the Force; she doesn't know how to properly attain and exact a measure of her power. Perhaps in the scheme of things she is, in essence, still no one, of no relevant importance.
...But it's not Kylo Ren's place to decide that.
She sets her teeth and reaches out again — this time physically, her arm reaching out before her, fingers straining — and focuses. At first it's an angry, shuddering attempt at concentration, but as the moment drones on she recalls their duel in the forest, the chasm at her back, their sabers crossed over her face and the way he'd reminded her to channel in to it, to let it come.
Rey relaxes and gives herself to it, to that energy permeating every living thing, folding herself into the three minds on the floor above her.
Only in that rush of power, of yielding to it, she inadvertently sinks her awareness into more than just the three — with the exception of Ren and the other hosts she takes hold of every living mind on the entire fifteenth floor of the security building, within her grasp. There's a sensation like held breath, a suspension, as she finds herself connected to sentries and guards, administrative assistants and detectives, everyone all in an instant.
To Ren alone she projects her surprise, her stunned wonder at holding so many minds enthralled at once. ]
( ...Ren. )