RR - 26 - I've Got a Bad Feeling About This

Leia thought to correct her, to remind her once again to call her Leia, but she had corrected her half a dozen times already. General it would be. “Is there something wrong, Rey?”

She chewed at her lip.

“Spit it out,” Leia said.

“How are the missions going?” she asked hurriedly. “Finn and Poe, the Bracca retrieval, the prisoner rescue? Everything all right?”

Leia narrowed her eyes. “As far as I know. Why do you ask? Are you…?”

Rey nodded. She took a deep breath before pressing on. “I have that feeling again. I thought it would go away, but it hasn’t and…” She looked lost.

“Rey,” Leia said gently, a notion of understanding leading her words. “You and I, we have something special. Something that means feelings aren’t just feelings. Do you understand?”

Rey nodded. “The Force,” she said, voice barely a whisper.

“So you better tell me.”

“That’s just it,” she said, frustration bubbling over. “I can’t! Because I’m not sure what it means. It’s just…a feeling.”

Leia studied her face. The girl was close, so close to something big. Bigger than Leia, maybe even Luke, if that was possible. But Leia knew that she wasn’t the one to ultimately get her there; that would be someone else. Nevertheless, she would do what she could for Rey while she could.

“Let’s check in on the missions, then, shall we? See if there’s any news.”

Rey sagged, relieved.

(...)

“No word from Corellian Team Two, either,” Connix said. “But the minute I hear something, I’ll let you know.”

“Thank you,” Leia said. She turned to Rey. “Does that help?”

“Yes,” Rey said. “But I still feel something. I can’t explain it.” She paused, mouth open as if searching for the right words, but finally shook her head, giving up. “I can’t explain it,” she repeated.

“That’s okay,” Leia said gently. “When you do know, come find me and we’ll—”

Rey jerked her head up. Her voice was soft with terror. “They’re here!”

A proximity alarm blared through the room. Massive metal doors thundered down over the glass windows, quickly obscuring the desert view.

“All hands!” Yendor shouted from across the room. “Sound the alarm. The First Order is here. We’re under attack!”