*Ben's pov

I have to say that waking up in the hospital with nothing but shreds of memories and the feeling that they were all just a dream, was depressing. Snoke had again been in my skull while I was in a coma. Or at least that's what Rey said. She said that she could feel a strange, terrible darkness coming from down the hall and, if it was Snoke, I can't blame her. His darkness is intoxicating. It pulls you step by step, feeding you lies, and pain. And power.

After Rey had expelled his influence on my.mind once again, I went back to my room, satisfied that I wasn't going to be punished for it. Some hours later, a few men came in with a rolling bed of sorts, bent up at the waist so that one might participate in a conversation instead of starting awkwardly at the ceiling for twenty-billion years. They'd put me on the strange bed and wheeled me down to a conference hall, and left me with a worn out Luke, Leia, Rey, Poe, Finn, and another group of resistance fighters.

As I had entered, all conversation stopped and every eye was on me. I had been embarrassed and confused at their looks of respect, but those feelings only grew when they began applauding. Rey, Leia and Luke had come over to greet me and tell me how proud of me they were. I'd been confused and asked why. With tears in her eyes, my mom had told me that now they all knew for cirtain that I was striving to expel the dark, for the first order wouldn't deliberately kill of the most powerful among them. I hadn't thought of that before. And I suppose it was and is true.

My eyes wander now, around the same room, same walls, and the same people who had begun the meeting three hours ago to discuss what to do with the First Order. According to Rey, these meetings occurred quite often.

"Can't we just blow up their Death Star 4 just like we did with the rest of them?" Rey asked, obviously ready for a break from the adjournment.

"Rey," Luke said patiently "It's called the-"

"I don't care what it freaking called!" Rey interrupts. "Let's face it, it's exactly like the last three, so can we please just call it that?"

He room goes silent, and Mom raises a hand to her face to hide a a smile. Her shoulders shake gently at first but soon become to violent and she bursts out laughing.

"Oh Luke!" she hoots "You should have seen your face!"

He looks at her, his stance relaxing and makes a move to reply but is interrupted by the door swinging violently open, and a man stumbles in.

"Ships spotted..." he's gasping for breath, breaking up his speech and making it so he can only say short phrases at a time. A few people run over to him and help him to a chair. He looks like he just ran fifteen miles. "on radar...coming this way..."

"Are they First Order?" Mom asks.

The man shakes his head, beginning to get his breath back. "We don't knowbut...they're approaching fast...and don't seem friendly."

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I apologize for a late update, but I wrote a longer chapter this time even if nothing really happens.

Thank you guys for sticking through with my randomness! :):)