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ProfessorRen @ms-professor.bsky.social · 7h

Despite using the Force to soften his fall, Ben knew his ribs and his leg were broken. He was sprawled helplessly on his back, staring up at the jagged gap where darkness was broken only by flashes of lightning. Fog crept along the rubble around him, and his breath was visible in the bitter cold.

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ProfessorRen @ms-professor.bsky.social · 30/09/2026

"Now you're going to give it to me," he demanded, and that large gloved hand reached toward her face. Rey jerked back, but there was no where to go. The chair held her upright and tilted, the cold metal biting into her wrists and ankles. Machinery hummed, indifferent to her panic.

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ProfessorRen @ms-professor.bsky.social · 29/09/2026

Kylo sat up at the sound, unfamiliar after so many years. It never rained in space, and judging by Rey's soft smile and outstretched hand, it never rained on Jakku either. It was nice, not being glared at or shot at or sliced open with a saber. She froze when she sensed him.

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ProfessorRen @ms-professor.bsky.social · 27/09/2026

The Falcon coughed out a code at 0300. Ben stared at the blinking panel, then at the hydrospanner in his hand, then at the panel again. He knew this code. He'd seen it three weeks ago, when Rey said "the coupling's going to go, Ben," and he said it's fine, and she said "it's not fine."

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ProfessorRen @ms-professor.bsky.social · 26/09/2026

Professor Rey Niima sighed and capped her red pen. It had run dry on page 52. "Mr. Solo. Your dissertation is 540 pages. The limit is 300." He folded his hands on the desk between them, and a silky black wave fell into his eyes. "I'm aware."

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