#also been thinking a lot about the anakin parallels bc of your reblogs

[jetii]

Aw I’m so glad you liked it!!! 💙💙 I was trying not to be too obvious about what arc this was so that’s great actually lmao

I’m glad we’re all on team Not Obi-Wan at this point 😭 I love Rex and Goldie together so much, more than any other reader x canon or oc x canon fic I’ve ever written about omg they are my forever otp

Oh man I have so many thoughts but I will abstain from spoilers. Just know I plan to touch on most of the major events in TCW/ROTS and a few of them significantly change the trajectory of the story.

Event Horizon

Chapter Thirteen: A Moment's Peace

Chapter WC: 7,041

A/N: screams in love triangle

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Saleucami, 21 BBY

When you finally awake, it's nearly morning. You can see the first rays of sunlight creeping over the horizon, and the air is filled with the sounds of birdsong. You're lying on a cot, a blanket draped over your body, and your armor has been removed. You sit up with a groan, and you immediately regret it as a sharp pain shoots through your body.

A hand lands on your shoulder and pushes you back down. "Easy there, sir. Don't strain yourself." 

Echo's voice is calm and reassuring, and you let out a sigh as he eases you back onto the cot. You're sore all over, but you're still in one piece. And for that, you're grateful.

"How long have I been out?" you mumble, your voice hoarse, and you rub your eyes with the heels of your palms. The headache that's pounding in the back of your skull is a dull throb. You've had worse. You'll survive.

"Most of the night," Echo replies. He's sitting beside you, and he smiles when you look up at him. "How do you feel?"

"Like I've been hit by a speeder," you chuckle. You shift on the cot and grimace. "Or twenty."

"I'm not surprised. You lost a lot of blood," Echo says. "Kix stitched you up good. You should be fine."

"Thanks," you reply. "And, thanks for, you know, looking after me."

Echo shrugs. "Just doing my job, sir."

"Still," you say, and you sit up, wincing as the pain flares through your shoulder. You reach out and squeeze his hand. "I appreciate it."

He nods, a faint blush on his cheeks, and he clears his throat. "Anytime, sir. It wasn't all me. Kix did most of the work."

"Where is he?" you ask. "Did he get some sleep?"

"A little," Echo replies. "He's outside. We all took shifts watching over you."

"Why?" you ask, confused. It's not like you're in any immediate danger. At least, not that you're aware of. "I was fine."

"We were worried about you, sir. After what happened with the transport, we just wanted to make sure," Echo says. "Kix said it was best if you stayed awake, but, well, he passed out pretty quick after the fight. He's a bit worn out."

"I'll bet," you murmur guiltily. "Sorry for worrying you. I was tired."

"That's one word for it," Echo chuckles. He stands up and walks over to a table, picking up a canteen and a pack of rations. He hands them both to you, his expression stern. "Now, eat. And drink. Please."

You take the items and smile. "Thank you."

"You're welcome, sir," he says.

You nod and turn your attention to the rations, tearing open the pack and taking a bite. The two of you sit quietly for a moment, listening to the sounds of the early morning. You look around the tent, taking note of the other cots. Hardcase and Fives are both fast asleep on the ones nearest to yours, their armor removed and neatly stacked on the ground. Most of the other beds are empty, and the tent is still. 

You're glad. It means the other men are recovering well, and there isn't a crowd of faces staring at you. You don't particularly enjoy being the center of attention, especially not in the form of concerned looks and quiet murmurs.

You finish your meal, and the food helps settle your stomach. You feel more alert now, the exhaustion fading, and the ache in your muscles lessens. You're still tired, and the pain in your shoulder is enough to make you wish you were still unconscious, but there's another sensation nagging at the back of your mind.

You turn back to Echo. "Have you seen一"

"He commed earlier to say he was on his way," Echo replies. There's a knowing look in his eye, and his mouth twists into a small smirk.

"Oh," you say, a little flustered. You hadn't realized the question was so obvious, but you can't stop the smile that creeps across your lips at the thought of seeing him again. "Good."

He nods, and the two of you lapse into a comfortable silence. The only sound is the chirping of birds, the voices of the camp, and the soft rustle of the breeze through the trees. You lean back and stare at the canvas ceiling, enjoying the warmth and quiet. It's a welcome change from the chaos of the past few days, and you can't help but relax a little.

The peace doesn't last, though.

"General," Echo starts, and he hesitates, his eyes flicking toward the others and back before leaning closer, his voice lowering, "Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure," you reply slowly. You're not sure what's causing the sudden shift in his demeanor. He's usually so calm and professional. Now he seems...nervous. It's a little concerning, and you can feel yourself start to tense.

He doesn't say anything at first, his eyes searching yours as if looking for an answer. You force a smile, hoping it will help him feel more at ease, and, finally, he takes a deep breath and speaks.

"It's nothing. Well, maybe not nothing. I'm not sure. I guess..." He trails off, his expression pinched, and you can feel the unease radiating from him. "Ah, it's nothing. Never mind."

"No, really," you urge him, sitting up a little straighter, ignoring the flare of pain the movement causes. You place a hand on his shoulder, and his body is tense beneath your touch. "What's wrong? You can talk to me."

Echo bites his lip, and the look in his eyes is almost pleading. He looks like he's about to confess a murder, and you can't imagine what could have him so worked up. He's not usually one to hesitate when it comes to sharing his thoughts.

"I was just...wondering," he starts, and he takes a deep breath, letting the air out slowly. "Were you the Jedi Rex saved on Geonosis?" 

"I..."

Your mouth goes dry, and the words die on your lips. The surprise is enough to make you dizzy, and your heart hammers in your chest. You're not sure what you were expecting, but it certainly wasn't that. Your hand quickly drops from Echo's shoulder and clenches into a fist at your side.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked," he stammers. "It's none of my business. I just...when we were talking yesterday..."

"Yes," you finally answer, your voice little more than a whisper. "Yes, I was."

Echo blinks, and his mouth falls open. For a moment, he just stares at you, his eyes wide. You're not sure how long the two of you sit there, frozen in place, but it feels like an eternity.

Finally, Echo glances over his shoulder at the sleeping forms of Fives and Hardcase, and when he turns back, the look on his face is one of sheer delight.

"What?" you ask warily.

"I knew it," he laughs, the sound low and soft, and he leans forward, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "I told Fives it had to be you. He didn't believe me, but I knew."

"What are you talking about?" you huff. The anxiety has faded now, replaced by irritation, and the scowl on your face only makes Echo laugh harder. "Is this a joke?"

"No," he chuckles. "Sorry. I just...it's funny. I mean, I suspected, but I wasn't sure."

"You suspected?" you repeat incredulously. You can feel the color draining from your face. You know you should just shut up, but you can't seem to stop the words from coming. "How did you figure it out?"

"Just a hunch," Echo replies. "Fives and I talked about it, and it just made sense. You're the only Jedi Rex ever talks about other than the General and Commander Tano. And he got kinda weird whenever anyone mentioned you."

"Weird?" you echo. You can feel the heat rising to your cheeks, and you're grateful the light is dim. This is not how you thought the conversation would go. "Weird how?"

"Just...well..." Echo trails off and glances at the others. They're both still sound asleep. "You know."

"No," you retort, the anger starting to bleed through into your voice. "I don't. Explain it to me."

"It's not like that," Echo insists. His expression is serious now, and he looks almost ashamed. "It's nothing, sir. Forget I said anything."

"Not a chance," you snap. "What did you mean?"

"Okay," he relents, his eyes flicking away from yours. He's clearly uncomfortable with the topic, but you're not backing down. You need answers. "Look, I'm not saying it's a bad thing. I think it's great, really. But, uh, well...he's...you know."

"What?"

“I don't want to offend you or anything, but he was always really...protective...of you," Echo mutters, his words rushed. "Even before we met you. I don't know. I just figured something must have happened."

"Oh," you murmur. You can’t seem to find anything more intelligent to say. The flush is spreading from your face down your neck, and you pick up the canteen, hoping the cool liquid will help. It doesn't. "Right."

You can't look at Echo right now. It's too much, too embarrassing. He's probably staring at you with a look of pity on his face, and you're sure he's wondering why the hell you're so upset about the whole thing. But you can't help it. This isn't something you ever expected him to bring up, and it's definitely not something you're prepared to talk about.

"I'm sorry," Echo says quickly. He pats your shoulder awkwardly. "I shouldn't have brought it up. I just—I didn't think it was true. But, clearly, I was wrong. It's...it's okay. I won't tell anyone if you don't want me to."

"It's fine," you sigh. You can't even bring yourself to shrug his hand off. What's the point? He knows. And there's no hiding it now. "It's not a secret. Not really."

"Really?" he asks, surprised, and he withdraws his hand. "Then why didn't you tell us?"

"It's...complicated," you mutter as your hands twist in the blanket that covers you. You can't keep the bitterness from your voice. "That was a difficult day for both of us."

"I bet," Echo murmurs. He glances away, his expression thoughtful, and then back at you. "Rex doesn't talk about it much. We know the basics, but that's about it. I'm guessing you don't like to talk about it either."

"I don't," you admit. "It's...hard."

"I'm sure," he replies. He's quiet for a moment before continuing. "For what it's worth, I think you guys make a great team."

"Thanks," you mutter, though it's a half-hearted response.

"I'm not lying. Really," he says, and there's a note of sincerity in his voice. "And, between you and me, I think he's happier when you're around. It's nice. Makes him less uptight."

You snort at the comment. "Rex is never going to be less uptight."

"Nah, probably not," Echo chuckles. "But he is better when you're here. We all are."

"Well, thank you," you reply, and the tension leaves your shoulders as a faint smile spreads across your lips. "I appreciate that. Truly."

"Don't mention it," he says. "We've been through a lot together, and we're always glad to have you around."

"Thanks," you murmur. You're not sure what else to say. The awkwardness is still lingering in the air, and the conversation is a bit stilted. Still, you're grateful that Echo is trying to make things easier for you. He's a good person. And he's loyal to a fault. It's a quality you admire, even if it's a bit frustrating at times.

The two of you sit there for a moment, neither one willing to speak. The silence is growing heavier by the second, and you can feel the anxiety creeping back into your mind. It's getting harder and harder to stay calm, and the tension is starting to make your head ache. You rub your temples and sigh.

"I'm going to check in with Obi-Wan," you finally say, and you begin the laborious process of sitting up. "Make sure everything's okay."

"Of course," Echo replies. He stands, holding out a hand. "Can I help?"

"Please," you sigh, and you take his hand, using it to steady yourself. He keeps a firm grip on your arm, and together, the two of you stagger out of the tent. The fresh air is cool on your skin, and the sun is just starting to rise over the horizon. Once he's sure you're steady on your feet, Echo lets you go.

"Thank you for keeping me company," you say. "You didn't have to."

"No problem," Echo replies with a smile. "You know we've got your back, right, sir?"

"Right," you mutter. You're not entirely sure how you feel about that, but you manage to keep your frown to yourself. 

You give him a final wave and start walking over to where Obi-Wan's tent is pitched. The camp is already starting to come to life, and you can hear the sounds of the men moving about. You're relieved to see that most of them seem to be unharmed, though a few are sporting visible injuries.

Cody is standing outside the tent with him, and the two seem to be deep in conversation. You walk toward them, careful to stay out of earshot. You don't want to interrupt their discussion, but, as you approach, the voices carry to you.

"...not sure. She seemed fine," Cody is saying. "A little quiet, but I expected that. You know she doesn't like this."

"Are you sure?" Obi-Wan asks. He's pacing back and forth, his arms crossed over his chest. "She was acting strange."

"Maybe a little," Cody concedes. "But she's been under a lot of pressure lately. It's only natural for her to get stressed."

"I suppose," Obi-Wan says, though his tone is unconvinced. He sighs, rubbing his forehead. When his hand falls, his face is pinched, his brow furrowed in thought. You wait for him to continue, but he suddenly straightens and turns to face you, your eyes meeting across the distance.

You freeze, your mouth falling open in surprise, and the realization dawns on you. You had been so wrapped up in your own emotions, so consumed by the stress and guilt, that you had neglected to keep a tight grip on your connection to the Force. The energy swirls around you, a maelstrom of worry and concern, and the emotions are pouring off you in waves.

"Shit," you breathe, and you quickly pull back, drawing the energy into yourself, and the world grows quiet once more. Obi-Wan frowns, but his expression quickly shifts into something more neutral.

You know what's coming, and there's no stopping it now.

You take a deep breath, bracing yourself for the inevitable lecture, and as you cross the final few feet between you, the two turn to face you. Cody nods a greeting while Obi-Wan just gives you a look. The concern on his face is unmistakable, and he opens his mouth to speak, but Cody beats him to it.

"Good morning, sir," he says. His gaze flickers to the bandage wrapped around your shoulder and back up to meet your eyes.

"Good morning," you say, forcing a smile. You can't seem to look Obi-Wan in the eye. "Sleep well?"

"As well as can be expected," Obi-Wan replies. He's giving you that look out of the corner of your eye, the one that says he's disappointed, but you ignore it just as you ignore the waves of frustration rolling off him. "Are you feeling better? I heard you gave the men a bit of a fright."

"Yeah, sorry," you reply. "It won't happen again."

"See that it doesn't," Obi-Wan admonishes. “How’s your arm?”

You rub the back of your neck sheepishly, and the movement sends a twinge of pain down your arm. You're definitely going to feel that for the next few days. "A little sore."

"Imagine that," he quips. He turns to Cody. "If you would excuse us for a moment."

"Of course," Cody replies. He smiles and nods his head before turning and heading towards Waxer and Boil. Obi-Wan watches him go for a moment before turning back towards you, sporting a stern look.

"You一"

You hold up a hand. 

"Before you say anything," you start, and you glance around to make sure nobody is within earshot. The last thing you need is an audience. "Can we just not right now? It's too early."

"Fine," he concedes. He crosses his arms and sighs. "How bad is it? Really. Don't lie, you know I’ll be able to tell.”

"It's not great," you admit. "But I've had worse. A lot worse. Honestly, it's fine. I'll survive."

"That's not reassuring."

"Neither is yelling at me."

"I don't yell," he grumbles, the irritation clear in his voice. "And if you'd just listened to me..."

"I'm fine," you say firmly. You know you're pushing your luck, but you can't stop yourself. "It's just a flesh wound."

"It's not just a flesh wound. Not with you. I don't need the Force to tell me that," he replies, and the sharpness of his tone is enough to make you flinch. "You know better. You can't risk一"

"Obi-Wan!"

The sharpness of your tone catches you both off guard. Your cheeks burn, and a wave of embarrassment washes over you. It's not like you to snap at him like that, and the way his eyes widen in shock is proof enough of that.

A few of the troopers look in your direction, their heads snapping up from the conversation they'd been engrossed in. You glare at them until they look away, and then you lower your voice and continue. "Not now. Please."

He opens his mouth and then closes it. There's a flicker of pain in his eyes, and he turns away. "You're right. I'm sorry."

"No, I'm sorry," you mumble. The fight leaves you in an instant, and the shame settles heavy on your shoulders. "I didn't mean to...I know you're worried, and I appreciate it, but I'm fine."

"I know," he says quietly. "I just can't help it."

"I know," you sigh.

The two of you stand there for a moment, neither one daring to speak. There's a lump in your throat, and the weight of the emotions is making it hard to breathe.

You want nothing more than to wrap him in a hug and apologize. You want to tell him everything will be okay, that it's going to be fine. That the war will end soon, and you'll have time to heal and figure things out.

But you can't. Because it's not going to end. It's only just begun.

"I'll be more careful next time," you say finally. You look up and meet his eyes, and the hurt and concern reflected there are enough to make your heart clench. "I promise."

"Okay," he says, and he gives you a weak smile. "And, please, try not to scare the men again."

"I'll do my best," you chuckle. The heaviness in the air has eased, and some of the tension has drained away.

"I know you will," he says, and his expression softens.

"So are we good?" you ask hesitantly. You're not sure what else there is to say.

"For now," he replies, and his smile turns sad. "I can't promise I won't say anything later."

Obi-Wan's eyes drift up to the sky, and the smile slips from his lips. He looks tired, and there's a hint of resignation in his gaze. You follow his line of sight, your eyes settling on a black dot among the clouds growing larger by the second.

A Republic transport is approaching with haste, making a beeline straight for you. It's flying low, and the dust and dirt kicked up by its landing sends a cloud billowing over the camp.

"We're headed to Dantooine," Obi-Wan announces, raising his voice as the ship starts its descent. "Master Windu is in need of our aid."

Your stomach churns at the idea of being thrown into another warzone, but you swallow and nod. "Okay, I'll be ready."

"Not you," Obi-Wan corrects, and he holds up a hand when you start to protest. "You need time to rest and heal. That's an order."

"But一"

"I mean it," he says firmly. "Go home. Take some time for yourself. If not for your sake, then for mine. I'll send word to Anakin and let him know to expect you."

The fight leaves you, and your shoulders sag. It's pointless to argue. You're exhausted, and you can barely walk. Even if you wanted to go, it's not like you'd make much of a difference. You're more likely to get in the way, and that's the last thing you need. You've already proven yourself useless once. You're not keen on repeating the experience.

“Fine,” you mutter as the ship touches down, sending another plume of dust swirling around the camp. "I'll go. But only because you asked so nicely."

"I appreciate that," he says with a wry smile. He reaches out and gives your uninjured shoulder a gentle squeeze. "Take care of yourself. I'll comm you as soon as I have news."

"Yeah," you reply. Your throat is tight, and you swallow, trying to push back the wave of sadness that threatens to overwhelm you. It's not fair. You hate being left behind, and, even worse, you know Obi-Wan will be worrying about you while he's gone.

"Hey," Obi-Wan says. His tone is soft, and his gaze is full of understanding. The hand on your shoulder drifts up to your neck, and his fingers curl gently against the side of your head. You can feel the worry in him, but there's something else, too, a feeling you can't quite place.

"What is it?" you ask, the question slipping from your lips before you can stop yourself.

"Don't forget that I love you," he murmurs. He pulls you close, his breath warm against your cheek, and he presses a soft kiss to your forehead. "And I'm proud of you."

"I—thanks," you mumble. The tears well up in your eyes, and you blink them away, swallowing past the lump in your throat. "I'll see you soon."

He holds you for a moment, studying your features, and the worry on his face is etched in every line and crease. He tilts your head up and leans in, and your heart clenches with a sudden wave of anxiety, inexplicably fearful that he may kiss you. It's irrational. He wouldn't do that. Not here, not with the men around.

Still, you're unable to stop the flutter of panic that runs through your chest, and you suck in a breath as his mouth draws close to yours.

And then he turns his head and kisses your cheek.

"May the Force be with you," he says quietly, and he lets go of you. He gives you a final smile before stepping back and turning towards the ship. "And stay out of trouble."

Obi-Wan doesn't give you a chance to respond, walking toward the ship without another word. You watch him go, your thoughts a jumbled mess of relief and disappointment, and you rub absently at your neck.

"And with you," you murmur, and you sigh as you watch him rejoin Cody. He says something to him, and the Commander nods, signaling for the 212th to prepare to board the transport. In the distance, you can see the 501st doing the same. The men are gathering their supplies and checking their gear, taking down tents and packing crates. Fives is chatting with Echo and Hardcase, while Jesse and Kix are arguing about something.

You stay back, observing the scene. It's strangely peaceful, and the calm is a stark contrast to the chaos that filled the day before. Despite the ache in your muscles and the lingering exhaustion and anxiety, you can't help but feel grateful. It's over. 

For now, at least.

Boarding the transports that arrive one by one is slow going, and it’s early afternoon by the time the 501st is ready to leave. You stand by as the men move into formation, and your eyes sweep over the ranks, searching for a familiar blue pauldron. 

You know you won’t find him. There hasn’t been any sign of Rex thus far, and while you can feel his unmistakable presence in the Force drawing nearer to your location, you know you won’t be satisfied until you see him with your own eyes.

Still, you can’t keep a whole battalion waiting for one man, no matter how important or missed he may be. So you take a deep breath and let the air out slowly before addressing the assembled troops. You don't have much of a speech prepared, and you're not the best public speaker, but the men seem happy enough to see you, even if you're not their general.

"Hey," you start, and the men fall silent. Their helmets turn towards you, and the weight of their gazes is a palpable thing. You shift your weight from foot to foot uncomfortably. "Thank you for everything you did yesterday. I know it was...difficult. But you kept your heads. You're all brave men, and I'm proud to serve alongside you."

There's a chorus of cheers and whistles from the crowd. A few of the men even stomp their feet and raise their blasters into the air. It's a bit excessive, but you appreciate the enthusiasm nonetheless.

"I'm gonna miss you guys," you say, and there's a tittering of laughter from the ranks. A few of the troopers call out their own sentiments, and the group grows louder. You can't help but grin, and the expression feels foreign on your face.

“We’ll be headed back to Coruscant for some R&R," you continue. "And then you’ll get the go-ahead for your next assignment. So take advantage of this downtime. Enjoy the peace. Relax. Spend time with each other. You've earned it."

Another cheer erupts from the crowd, and you glance around, hoping someone will step forward and take charge of the situation. No such luck.

"Okay, that's it," you announce lamely. "Get on the damn ship and go home."

More cheering and whooping follow the declaration, and the men shuffle into place. There's a line of them stretching up the ramp, and as the first group of soldiers disappears inside, the ones standing near you start moving towards the transport. You step back and watch them go, giving each one a quick nod and smile as they pass. It's a tight fit, and there are a lot of clones, but everyone seems happy enough. It's good. They deserve a break.

"General," a voice calls, and you look up to see Kix approaching as the first transport takes off, another moving to take its place. He's dressed in his full gear, helmet tucked under his arm, and his expression is a strange mix of amusement and exasperation. "Glad to see you up and about."

"Thanks," you say, and you offer him a smile. “How are you?”

"I'm fine," he says with a shrug. "Just trying to make sure everyone else is too."

"I'm glad," you reply. "Thank you for everything you've done. I'm sorry if I was...combative. I'm not the best patient."

"You weren't that bad," he chuckles. "Jesse is much worse. Always complaining and trying to skip out on his shots. And Hardcase has a habit of picking at his stitches."

You make a face, and he smirks at your discomfort.

"Sounds like fun,” you say wryly.

"Something like that," he snorts.

"I'll be sure to avoid that in the future," you laugh.

"Please do." He reaches into his pack, pulling out a bottle that rattles as he holds it out to you.

“Here,” he says, and you take it, glancing at the label. “For the pain.”

"I told you. I'm fine," you reply, and you try to give it back to him, but he pushes your hand away. "Really. You should save these for someone who needs them."

"You need them. I'm not taking no for an answer," Kix insists. "You've got a few long weeks ahead of you. Better to start taking them now."

"Fine," you concede with a sigh. You dump two pills into your hand and tip your head, swallowing them dry. They stick in your throat, and you wince. "Happy?"

"Ecstatic," he retorts, his tone droll. "Now, take it easy. And keep those pills on you. I want you to take one every six hours. Understand?"

"Yes, sir," you say with a mock salute, and Kix rolls his eyes.

"Very funny," he grumbles. He looks toward the ship landing behind him and sighs. "I have to go. Jesse and I are on this one. I just wanted to make sure you were okay."

"Thank you," you murmur, touched by his concern. And the pills are already starting to work. You can feel the familiar warmth spreading through your veins, and your shoulders sag. "Take care of yourself. I'll see you soon."

His brows raise. “You’re not coming?” 

“I’ll catch the next one,” you say. "I need to check on some things. And I want to wait for Rex. Make sure he’s okay.”

Kix frowns and glances over his shoulder at the ship. It's fully loaded and ready to go. You can see Fives and Echo waving at him, beckoning him over. He turns back, his gaze sweeping over your face. "I can stay with you if you'd like."

"No," you reply quickly. You shake your head and give him a smile. "You go. I'll be alright. I can't keep you from your brothers."

"Sir, he's fine," he says, and he takes a step forward, his eyes searching your face. "We talked to him. He's doing well. He just needs to rest."

"I know," you sigh. Your hands twist in the front of your robe as you bite your lip. The ache in your chest has returned. It's a dull throb, and it makes your heart feel heavy. You hate it. You look away, your gaze fixed on the horizon. "I just need to see him, make sure for myself."

"Oh," he breathes. The word is barely a whisper, and you grimace at the tone. You can feel his eyes on you, studying you, and he nods slowly. "Okay. I understand."

You meet his gaze, and the corners of his lips curl upward. He's smiling at you, but the expression is tinged with sadness. It's a strange look, and it makes you nervous. You don't like the way he's staring at you, and you shift uncomfortably, crossing your arms.

“Get moving, trooper,” you say. Your voice is gruffer than intended, and the words come out harsh, but you don't apologize. "That's an order."

Kix blinks at the change in tone, but he recovers quickly, his face breaking into a wide grin. He salutes, his fist resting over his heart, and the gesture is followed by a deep bow. "Sir, yes, sir."

He turns and walks back towards the transport. You watch as he boards, pausing to say a few final words to Jesse, who’s leaning against the side of the ship. His expression is stern, and the other clone nods, standing upright and putting a hand over his heart. Kix returns the nod, and the two exchange a few more words before Jesse moves back inside the transport.

Kix looks back towards you, and he waves before the door slides shut, blocking him from view. The engines flare, and the ship lifts into the sky in a smooth ascent, and soon it's disappearing over the horizon.

Once it's out of sight, you turn and walk towards the outskirts of the clearing, your eyes on the forest. Rex should be here soon. You can feel his presence growing stronger with every passing moment. You close your eyes and reach out with the Force. The trees are whispering, telling you where to go, and you follow their lead.

In the aftermath of the dust and dirt kicked up by the departing ship, a figure begins to emerge from the treeline in front of you. You shield your eyes and squint, trying to see through the haze.

The air begins to clear, and you watch as an eopie lopes toward you, its rider bobbing slightly with its movement. The sun glints off the armor of the clone atop the creature. His hair is matted and dirty, and his face is covered in dust and soot, but the smile on his lips is unmistakable, and his eyes are bright and warm.

You feel your heart leap, and you rush towards him as fast as your legs will carry you. The eopie kneels, and Rex dismounts, grabbing his helmet from its back and moving toward you with a swiftness that's almost surprising.

Your pace slows, and you stop a few feet from him, taking in the dents and scratches on his armor that weren’t there the day before. The most noticeable change is the large blaster hole on his chest piece, near dead center. It's singed and charred, and it makes your stomach churn. You can't bring yourself to look him in the eye, still focused on the damage to his armor.

"General," he greets, his voice hoarse and tired.

You don't respond. You're not sure what to say. You've missed him, and you're so relieved that he's alive, but all you can focus on is the hole in his chest.

"Hey."

The sound of his voice makes you jump, and you look up to see him staring at you. His gaze is piercing, and his brows are furrowed. He's worried. You can tell by the crease between his eyes and the way his jaw is set, and it's making the ache in your chest grow worse.

You open your mouth to speak, but the words die on your lips, and you swallow hard. You know you need to say something, anything, but your mind is blank.

"Are you alright?”

"Me?" you croak, and you gesture to the hole. "I'm fine. You—"

"Are fine," he finishes for you. He smiles, but there's a hint of sadness in the expression. He steps closer and reaches out, his hands hovering by your shoulders for a moment before he lets them drop, his eyes scanning the landscape behind you. "Are…we alone?”

"Yeah," you reply, and your brows furrow in confusion. "Why? Is something wrong?"

"No," he murmurs, his voice is soft and low. Rex takes another step closer, his boots crunching in the dirt, until you’re practically pressed against his chest. "I'm sorry."

"For what?"

His eyes drift down to your shoulder, and his hand gently traces the bandages that wrap around your arm. "Kix told me you got hurt. I'm sorry I couldn't be there."

"Rex," you breathe, and you place a hand over his. "I'm fine. I'll live."

"Still," he sighs. "I hate seeing you like this."

"Like what?"

"In pain."

"Oh," you mutter.

You don't know how to respond to that. It's such a simple statement, but it carries a weight that makes your heart clench.

You swallow and look down, avoiding his gaze as your hand falls away. "Well, it's not your fault."

"I know.” He sighs again and rubs the back of his neck. "But I can't help it."

"Rex..."

"I know. It's not my place."

"No," you agree softly. “It’s not.”

Rex nods solemnly and steps away, his gaze dropping back to the ground. You watch as he turns and walks back toward the eopie. It's chewing on the leaves of a nearby tree, its tail flicking lazily, and he strokes the creature's flank and gives it a pat. The eopie snorts and lowers its head, nuzzling his hand before moving back towards the trees.

You’re both silent, and you stare after the animal as it disappears into the forest. Your thoughts are racing, and you're not sure how to articulate the turmoil in your mind. The words are on the tip of your tongue, but you can't bring yourself to speak.

Rex turns back to you and takes a deep breath. There’s an intensity to his gaze that’s disarming, and you feel yourself rooted in place. Your throat tightens, and you swallow, forcing down the lump in your throat.

“It is though."

The words are so quiet, you barely hear them.

"What?"

"It is my place," he says. His voice is strained, and his eyes are fixed on yours. You can't tell what he's thinking. You can't even guess, but the way his eyes are locked on yours is enough to make the hair on the back of your neck stand up.

"Rex," you begin, and you lick your lips, your mouth suddenly dry. "I can't—"

"I know," he interrupts, and the words come out rushed. He shakes his head and looks away, his brow furrowed in thought. He stares off into the distance, and his hands clench and unclench at his sides.

“I was afraid," Rex admits, his gaze moving back to you. "When I heard the news. That you'd been injured. I couldn't stop thinking about how much I'd...how much we'd lose. If anything happened to you."

"Rex," you sigh, and you cross your arms, hugging yourself tightly. The admission is both painful and exhilarating. "I don't know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything," he replies. He takes a shaky breath, and the corners of his mouth lift. "Just glad you're okay."

"Thank you," you whisper. You can't think of anything else to say. You just stand there, staring at him, unable to formulate a coherent thought. You know what you want to tell him, but you can't get the words out. Your brain is screaming at you, begging you to speak, but your mouth refuses to cooperate. And so the two of you remain motionless, frozen in the moment.

Rex is the first to break the silence. "We should head back."

"Yes," you murmur. You nod slowly and blink. "We should."

"Right," he sighs, and he moves past you. His arm brushes yours as he passes, and a shiver runs through you. He stops and turns back, his brows furrowed in concern. "Are you sure you're okay?”

“I…” 

You trail off and shake your head. You're not okay, not even a little bit. And the longer you stay here with him, staring into his eyes, the less okay you feel. But you can’t help yourself, can't pull yourself away.

It's not a good idea. It’s foolish, not when there's no telling who might be watching, but you're past caring. You're too exhausted to be afraid. Too tired to fight the impulse.

You take a deep breath and dart forward, your arms wrapping around his torso. You press your face into his chest plate and cling to him, your hands trembling, and you can feel the tears pricking the corners of your eyes. You're being ridiculous, but you don’t care. You just need to be close to him, to feel him against you, to know that he's real and alive. 

Rex doesn't react immediately. He stands completely still, letting you hold him, but after a moment, his arms slowly circle your shoulders. His grip is light, almost tentative, as if he's afraid of hurting you. But when you squeeze him tighter, he hugs you back.

His helmet falls to the ground with a thud, and you can feel him burying his face in your hair. His breath is warm against the top of your head. One hand drifts down to the small of your back, while the other slides up to cradle the back of your neck, and his fingers curl into your hair. 

He pulls you closer, tighter as your breath hitches and a sob escapes your lips. You can feel the warmth spreading across your face as the tears start to fall, hard and fast. They trickle down your cheeks and onto his armor, and you press your face against him, the cold soothing against your skin.

“Rex," you choke out, and your voice cracks. The words are muffled by his chest, but you know he hears them all the same. "I thought...I was so scared..."

"I'm okay," he whispers, and his hand moves to stroke your hair. "I'm fine."

"I know," you hiccup. "But I couldn't help it."

"It's okay," he says gently, continuing to smooth the loose strands. It's a comforting sensation, and you let yourself relax into him, your hands sliding up his back. "I'm here."

"I know," you sigh. You lean against him, letting the full weight of your body rest on his chest. You can sense his heart pounding against his ribs, and you close your eyes and take a deep breath. "I'm sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me. I shouldn't一"

“Don’t,” he interrupts. He pulls back and looks down at you, his brows knitted together. He looks pained. "Please. Don't apologize. Not for this."

"But we一"

"Just...let me hold you," he pleads, his eyes searching your face. He looks almost desperate, and there's an urgency to his voice that makes your heart skip a beat. "Please. For a minute. That's all."

"Okay," you murmur, and you can feel yourself nodding. The movement is small, but it's enough, and Rex's lips curl upward.

You lean back into him, letting your cheek rest on him again as he lets out a deep exhale. Rex draws you close and rests his chin on the top of your head, and his hands return to their places on your back and neck. 

Your fingers curl into his chest plate, and you breathe deeply. He smells like smoke and sweat, but there's a hint of something else. Something clean, and crisp, and familiar. You're not sure what it is, but it reminds you of home. Of safety. Of comfort. 

He holds you tight, and the two of you stay like that for a long time, neither of you speaking, until your shoulder starts to ache. You wish you could stay here forever, but the last ship is waiting for you, and the last thing you want is for someone to come looking. 

Reluctantly, you pull away, and the moment is broken. The reality sets in, the weight of the consequences pressing down on you. You've taken too many risks already. If anyone sees...If they suspect anything...the thought sends a shiver of fear down your spine. You need to put some distance between the two of you.

"We should get going," you murmur. You avoid looking at him, but you can feel his gaze burning into the side of your face.

"Right," Rex sighs. "The ship."

"I'm sorry," you apologize. "I know this isn't一"

"I understand," he says softly. "And I'm sorry too. For scaring you."

"You didn't do anything wrong," you insist. “I need to learn how to deal with this stuff. I shouldn't freak out like that."

"Don't," he says firmly. He reaches out and puts his hand on your shoulder. The touch is gentle, and it's meant to be reassuring, but it makes you wince. 

He must notice, because his brows furrow and his expression turns concerned. “You're still in pain."

"I'll live," you grumble, and you shrug his hand off. "It's nothing."

“Did Kix give you any medicine?" he asks. He steps closer and peers down at your face. "Did he tell you what to do if it starts hurting again? You need to一"

"Rex," you interject, feeling a blush creeping up your neck. "I'm fine. I can handle it."

He frowns. "I don't think一"

"Rex," you interrupt. You take a deep breath and look up, your eyes searching his face. There's a bruise on his forehead, and a cut near his hairline, and he has a few days' worth of scruff on his cheeks. He looks rough. He needs a shower and a shave and a good night's sleep, but his eyes are warm, and his expression is earnest. "Just...take me home."

He's quiet for a moment. Something in your words makes him hesitate, and he looks away, his gaze focused on something behind you. The air feels heavy, and your chest tightens.

"Home," Rex repeats. There's an edge to his voice that makes you tense, and his eyes narrow. You wonder if you've gone too far, pushed too hard, but then he nods, and the moment is forgotten. "Of course. We should go."

You exhale and give him a grateful smile, and he returns it as he bends down to pick up his helmet. His arm brushes yours as he straightens, and he lingers close.

"You ready?" he asks, his voice low, barely more than a whisper.

“I think so," you murmur as you look down and stare at your feet. The boots are filthy, covered in mud and sand, and your robe is stained with blood. You look awful, but that's the least of your worries.

You feel a gentle touch on your hand, drawing you from your thoughts.

You barely stifle a gasp at the unexpected sensation, the barest brush of Rex’s hand against yours, so light and soft it could almost be mistaken for a breeze. It's a small gesture, but it's significant. It means something to you, and you can tell by the way his signature shifts and bends in the Force, glowing bright and warm, that it means something to him too.

Your breath catches, and your fingers curl, seeking his, but he steps away, putting a respectable distance between the two of you. You’re glad for it, despite the flare of disappointment that stabs at your chest. The rational part of you knows it's the right thing to do.

The two of you set off towards where the last transport is waiting without another word. You can see the clone manning the ramp watching you from the top of the incline, and your jaw clenches. You feel strangely exposed, like the trooper can read your thoughts, and you glance at Rex.

He seems unfazed, and his expression is calm, his face a mask of serenity. But there's a tension in his shoulders, and his signature is still aglow, pulsing and twisting, and it makes your palms sweat. You try to steady yourself, pushing the thoughts of his touch from your mind.

“Ready, sir?” the clone greets as the two of you approach. He salutes, and you return the gesture with a nod, your eyes sweeping over him. You’re almost certain this one is Mixer, and you make a note to check the roster later.

"Ready," Rex says, his tone light.

"Let's get out of here," you reply. You glance at Rex as he climbs the ramp ahead of you. "I'm ready for a hot meal and a shower."

"Me too," he grunts. He sounds exhausted. You wonder how much sleep he's gotten over the last two days. "And a shave.”

You bark out a laugh and follow him into the ship. “What a shame. I was starting to like the rugged look."

Rex freezes at the top of the ramp, his head whipping around to stare at you. He blinks, his brows raising in surprise before his lips curve into a wry smile, and he shakes his head. "Very funny, sir."

"I'm just saying. It was growing on me," you say with a shrug. "Suits you."

"Is that so?"

You bite the inside of your cheek to stop the grin threatening to spread across your face at the way his ears turn pink. "It's just an observation."

He chuckles, his gaze dropping to the floor as he rubs the back of his neck. He starts to reply, but the ramp is sliding closed behind you, and the words die in his throat.

The two of you are far from alone, and while the clones milling about the transport's interior are too distracted with their own affairs to notice the exchange, it's better not to chance it. Rex seems to realize this, and he settles for a pointed look as the ship rumbles to life, lifting off the ground.

“I’ll keep that in mind, sir,” he murmurs, his voice barely audible over the roar of the engines. You can’t hide your smile, and the corner of his mouth twitches too, his lips curving up into a matching grin. 

He nods and walks away, making his way towards a group of his brothers. You watch as they welcome him back, the clones slapping his pauldron and clasping his hand in a one-armed hug.

Your eyes stay on them for a moment longer before you look away, making your way to the back of the ship and settling down in a corner. It's not a wise idea. You shouldn't even be thinking about him like that, and there are a hundred reasons not to, but you can't help but feel a little hopeful. 

After all, you're both still alive. For now. 

And maybe that's enough.

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Rey Kenobi Theory

I made this bc some of you need to see the light. Also I think about this theory every day and all the time and uhhhhh i had a desire. i’ve watched A LOT of videos on this so if u can’t already tell i am... how u say.. obsessed.

Before I start I just want to begin by saying this is just a theory. Don’t take it personally. Views/opinions I express are my own, not projections onto you if you believe another theory. Also this post is LONG and adapted from the many theory videos and podcasts I’ve watched/listened to, so you can find a lot of this stuff in other places and in other videos. I’ve sourced everything I could but you’ll probably also find a lot of these points in other theories around youtube etc. Like/reblog if you want!! I put a lot of effort into this so it would be cool to see people actually read and share it lol.

REYLOS DO NOT INTERACT

your ship is shitty and gross and you will NOT be using this theory post to excuse that pathetic ugly relationship so move along

Firstable she’s not Luke’s daughter. 

Sorry Rey Skywalker stans. uhhh dont hate me for saying this but as a writer, not only would it be a ridiculously obvious reveal and a boring narrative choice to make, but J.J. Abrams literally said her parents aren’t in Episode 7:

and whomst’d’ve is in Episode 7 again? Oh, that’s right! Luke! This also puts to rest the theory that she’s Han and Leia’s daughter. Also on the Han/Leia thing,   Daisy Ridley said in an interview that “People are sooo presumptuous...” She mentioned how people told her she had to be Han Solo’s daughter to which she commented, “How do you know that?? Have you seen the film? Clearly not.” Rey Solo theory found dead in a ditch, not a follicle of hair on her head 

 If you’re still not convinced, Pablo Hidalgo, the creative executive at Lucasfilms (wrote the TFA Visual Dictionary) has also hinted on twitter that she’s not Luke’s daughter:

As for other minor things, Han and Leia don’t recognize Rey, which they would if she was their niece right? i mean, especially considering she has the exact same hairstyle she did when she was younger, and she told Han she was from Jakku, which, if he and Leia knew about her they’d know who she is immediately?? That’s just me getting into my own onion... back to evidence. 

Daisy Ridley had a little bit to say about the mystery itself. “I’d love to see the look on people’s faces [when they find out].” Implying that it is a jaw-dropping kind of reveal. Idk about you but Luke being her dad would.... only make my jaw drop bc im yawning. 

She also told Time Out London magazine in an interview that, “I thought a lot was answered in The Force Awakens. Then after the screening, I went for a drink with my agent and everyone, and we were chatting away and I realized that ‘Oh, in their minds it’s not answered at all!'” A lot of people have taken this to mean that the reveal is more obvious than people think and that THAT means it’s probably Luke, but I believe it’s obvious in the sense that there is an overwhelming amount of evidence linking her to Obi Wan that clearly she, as an actress in the movie who read the script and footnotes would be aware of, but maybe an audience at a first time viewing not so much.

Moving on, she was also once questioned directly about the Rey Kenobi theory, asked in a Vulture magazine interview if Obi Wan was Rey’s grandfather, to which she answered, “We will see in a year... Just sit tight on that question.” Hmmmm.... incherstang

Why it makes sense from a business standpoint

I already mentioned that, as a writer, choosing Luke to be Rey’s father would be an obvious and boring narrative decision, but what about looking @ it from the point of view of a Disney exec? 

Disney has invested 4 billion dollars into the rights for the Star Wars franchise, and Obi Wan makes an appearance in literally every film (young Obi in Episodes 1-3, Old Ben in Episode 4, force ghost in 5-6, and a voice in Rey’s vision in Episode 7), so why would they just drop one of the franchise’s most popular and well-known characters after spending so much on the rights to his name (among others).

But also consider the fact that there have been talks about an Obi-Wan Kenobi film and confirmed development starting (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, and on and on just google search once lol). Wouldn’t revealing that Rey, a hugely important character in the main series, is the descendant of Obi Wan be a great way to turn viewers on to the idea of watching a movie about him? It would also provide a lot of material to work with, such as how he managed to have a child in his 20 year exile on Tatooine, which, for creative purposes, is likely not going to be him sitting around on the desert planet for a whole two hour movie. He was definitely up to stuff. Not to mention it would tie in the Kenobi name with the Skywalker plot once again which I’ll get into in another section about parallels.

Then, of course, there’s this hugely important article to my argument with some very interesting rumors leaked by the host of Star Wars celebration:

New rumors suggest that the reason a standalone Obi-Wan anthology film is being delayed is because Lucasfilm isn’t “done with Obi-Wan quite yet …” 

Breznican mentioned that he “heard rumors” that an Obi-Wan movie can’t move forward because new information about Obi-Wan Kenobi will show up in the current “saga” trilogy.

Obviously, this is only a rumor, but it’s a rumor from a high-profile journalist with access to people at Lucasfilm

Just a little something something for you to think about as I continue.

It runs in the family 

So there’s this huge Rey Skywalker argument that because she’s a good pilot she must be related to Anakin and Luke, right? (I honestly believe this was intentionally placed as a red herring to make viewers buy into Rey Skywalker at first glance and to make the actual reveal more surprising and that the REAL evidence is much more subtle.) But if that’s the case and we’re basing theories off familial ties, let’s go into how many similarities Rey has to Obi-Wan and even contrasts to Anakin and Luke as well.

1. Jedi Mind Trick

This is one of the most obvious similarities that you’ll see in every Rey Kenobi theory. Rey managed to pull off a Jedi mind trick in TFA without any training whatsoever. And, for anyone who has seen the other movies, a few other Jedi have had issues doing this. Both Luke and Qui Gon were unable to perform one successfully in their attempts whereas Obi Wan seemed to have a natural talent for it, showcasing his well-known signature move in Episodes 2 and 4.

2. The Accent

Both Obi Wan and Rey have english accents, which is no ACCENT-DENT haha get it... accident accent lol. Anyways. John Boyega has an english accent but was asked to do an american accent in the movie, so clearly keeping Daisy’s accent for Rey was an intentional choice. It also makes sense that she would learn this accent from her parents (not her time on Jakku) because she’s old enough to speak and have an accent by the time she’s left on her own. Luke and Anakin don’t have these accents, so if the director was trying to tie her to the Skywalkers, why would he give her such a character-defining trait that alienates her from them in such a huge way? 

3. Solitude

Rey starts out on Jakku all alone, and Ridley mentions in an interview that her solitude is a HUGE clue as to who she is. People originally thought that this was an OBVIOUS DEAD GIVEAWAY that she’s Han Solo’s daughter, but we already know what Daisy had to say about that lol. 

So if solitude is a huge clue and... she’s from a desert planet then... oh! She must be a Skywalker because like.... you know... Anakin and Luke... they were all alone on a desert planet too, right and- WRONG! Another red herring. Come on, y’all. Luke and Anakin were never alone on Tatooine. Both of them had family and friends!!! 

But who do we know was really, truly alone on Tatooine for nearly two decades? Oh yeah, Obi Wan! Both Rey and Obi were alone without family, eating bland food, contemplating their isolation, the days blurring together. How have some people not been eating this up ??

4. Force speaking through family

In Rey’s vision in The Force Awakens, there was a huge effort made to include Obi Wan’s voice. Again, an intentional choice.  

(J.J.) Abrams also confirmed that some iconic actors reprised their roles: Ewan McGregor… and a clever editing move also brought the late Alec Guinness, who died in 2000 at the age of 86, back to the Star Wars universe.

So not only did they pay Ewan McGregor to make a vocal cameo in the film (which I’m sure wasn’t cheap, or at the very least easy, even if it was only a line of dialogue), but they also took time to edit the voice of Alec Guinness so that he said Rey’s name (which, again... why take the time to include that if it’s not going to be important). 

So what exactly does this mean? Well, Obi Wan is dead by the time Rey is born, for sure, so how would he know about her? Unless, of course, they’re related. We’ve seen in the original trilogy how family members can communicate with each other through the force like when Darth Vader (Anakin) reached out to Luke and when Luke called out to Leia all in Episode 5. 

I’d also like to point out how the words Obi Wan says, “Do not be afraid, Rey... these are your first steps...” have a very interesting sound. In my opinion, it sounds like an almost parental phrase, as if Obi Wan is teaching Rey to walk. 

Some people mention that, in the vision, she also hears Yoda’s voice, but it’s lines that have already been said in the series to Luke and likely just a part of the saber’s memories. Obi Wan is the only one who speaks directly to Rey.

In the comic book adaptation of the film, Obi Wan’s figure also makes a huge appearance and even seems to be saying much more than just the one line from the movie. He’s also conveniently placed right next to young Rey crying out....

5. Personality

I’m not sure if you guys have noticed but all of the Skywalkers have been prone to aggravated fits and have a... flare for the dramatic 

Rey, on the other hand, is much more collected and level headed (similar to Obi Wan who was always wise and patient). Unlike Luke, she’s not impatient. She lives every day on Jakku, working quietly and diligently, while Luke often complained about how hard things were on Tatooine and whined to his parents. (We also know Anakin liked to whine cos he wouldn’t stop crying about how much he hated sand.) Luke was also so eager to learn about the Force and the Jedi that he actually scared Yoda into thinking he’d be evil, but Rey distances herself from the force, reacting to the things she learns about herself much differently than young Luke did. 

And while you could say that being dramatic is just a man thing, Leia is also known to yell and get impatient. So it’s definitely a well known Skywalker trait.

Parallels Everywhere

This is honestly my favorite part, because here’s where a lot of the evidence gets undeniably obvious. I’ll start with some of the simpler parallels before I get into the more complex ones.

1. Rey and Obi-Wan wear similar clothes

easy enough. maybe not the most compelling connection, but worth mentioning as it was still an intentional decision by the designers and director

2. Rey sneaks/climbs around Starkiller Base the same way Obi Wan does on the Death Star

4. Other Visual Parallels

5. Obi Wan and Rey both rescue droids with important resistance information

I was too lazy to find pictures for this one but basically in Episode 4, Obi Wan meets Luke while rescuing R2D2 (who carries Leia’s message) from scavengers and in Episode 7, Rey rescues BB8 (who carries a piece of the map to Luke Skywalker) from scavengers.

6. Rey and Obi Wan musical connections

other people explain this much better than I, so if you’re interested feel free to listen. I can’t add more than 5 videos to a post because tumblr hates gays so I just have to link them -_-

OBI WAN'S REVEAL MUSIC IS IN REY'S THEME TUNE

Also HUGELY COMPELLING- when Rey grabs the lightsaber using the force in the fight against Kylo, the same song plays as when Obi Wan uses the force to call his lightsaber in the fight against Darth Maul. I’m gonna be honest and say the theory video I’m about to link annoys the hell out of me because the guy panders so heavily to Reylos but it was the only video I could find that pointed this out and considering how much thought goes into the music, it can’t be a coincidence AT ALL. Here the video at the time stamp.

7. Both Rey and Obi Wan ask Han Solo for help getting the information to the rebels/resistance.

PRetty self-explanatory but Obi Wan hires Han on Tatooine and Rey asks for help when Han comes to reclaim his ship. Also mentioned by some theorists is that Han offering Rey a job after they land the first time mirrors Obi Wan hiring him for that job nearly 30 years before. 

8. The fight between Rey and Kylo mirrors the fight on Mustafar as well as the fight between Obi Wan and Darth Maul

This is where it starts getting really detailed/complicated.

Already mentioned was the fact that the same music plays when both Rey and Obi Wan force grab the lightsabers. Besides that, there are many other parallels to these scenes, such as how Obi Wan and Rey both overcome the struggle of losing another person (Qui Gon dying/knocked out Padme and Finn) to eventually beat the enemy (Darth Maul/Anakin and Kylo).

Slightly unrelated but Obi Wan and Rey both scream NOOO!!! at the sight of their mentor/mentor-figure dying (Qui Gon and Han Solo)

Back to the fight... there are so many visual parallels and mirror images during this scene with that of the Mustafar battle between Obi Wan and Anakin, which is, like this scene (in accordance with the theory) a battle between a Skywalker and a Kenobi. Just look for yourself:

They lock arms in the middle of the fight. Also Rey and Kylo are fighting in cold terrain which directly mirrors the fight on a lava planet.

They both disfigure their enemy before leaving them behind without killing them, though, as we all know, Anakin and Kylo escape what seemed like certain death.

They also both reach down after the fight and pick up the exact same lightsaber.

9. Rey giving Luke his lightsaber parallels Obi Wan giving Luke the lightsaber 30 years ago & brings the Kenobi/Skywalker storyline full circle.

If you’ve read this far, I’m impressed and also I love and admire you. This is my favorite part of the theory simply because of how well everything fits together, and it was really the point of the argument that first convinced me to believe in this theory and feel so passionately about it.

In A New Hope, Obi Wan takes Anakin’s lightsaber out of a chest and hands it to Luke, exactly like how Rey took the same lightsaber out of the same chest and later handed it to Luke. ((Also Luke throws back his hood the same way Obi Wan throws back his hood when he first meets him on Tatooine, but that’s not entirely relevant just something I thought was pretty interesting))

Even the script (as well as the book adaptation) throws back to lines from that scene in Episode 4:

What we know about The Last Jedi is that Luke will be teaching and training Rey. This means a Skywalker would be training a Kenobi, much like when a Kenobi (Obi) trained him and Anakin, reuniting Kenobi and Skywalker who had a long history of working together. Some people also like to point to the fact that if Kylo were to have a redemption arc and work with Rey to stop Snoke (which I believe is likely bc Disney loves that shit, and i believe it’s still possible without him and Rey having a romantic relationship -_- seriously cut that shit out he’s a grown ass man in his 30s and she’s like barely an adult), that would also bring together a Kenobi and a Skywalker. Like I said, full circle, babeyyy.

Counterarguments

I won’t get into too many of these because I’ve already mentioned and dismissed a few plus I’m getting tired, but here’s the ones I haven’t mentioned.

1. The lightsaber was Anakin’s and Luke’s, so the fact that it’s calling out to Rey means that she must be related to them!

Not necessarily. Besides the fact that Obi Wan wielded that lightsaber for 20 years (longer than Luke and Anakin combined) and that it was being kept in Obi Wan’s very own chest, we’ve seen sabers call out to people before without there being familial ties (Ezra Bridger being called to Kanan Jarrus’s saber). 

Some people also point out that Maz Kanata mentions the lightsaber was “Luke’s and Anakin’s before him, and now it call out to [Rey]” but this guy explains perfectly why that only supports her not being related to them. Basically when she says earlier that she sees the same eyes in different people, but doesn’t recognize Rey despite knowing who Luke and Han are, we know there is no apparent connection. Then when she approaches Rey with the saber, she sounds shocked and confused as to why it called out to her at all. 

2. The timeline doesn’t match up because Kenobi was dead before Rey was born!!!

I’m only bringing this counterargument up again to reiterate that this theory is NOT that Obi Wan is her father, but that he’s her grandfather. I don’t personally presume to know who her actual parents are, but some people theorize the man from the beginning (Lor San Tekka) is her father and watching over her on Jakku from a distance. Other people theorize that Sabine from Rebels is her mother because she was born on Mandalore (where Obi Wan’s known lover Satine lived- also the names are very similar), is about the right age, and the ship they fly in looks similar to the one that dropped Rey off on Jakku. 

Believe what you like and look deeper into these theories if you want, but I don’t personally feel that strongly about either.

3. Obi Wan couldn’t marry and have kids because he was from the Jedi Order and that’s not allowed!

Besides the fact that the Jedi order’s rules didn’t stop Anakin from getting married and having kids (and he’s certainly not the only one in all of history to do this), the Jedi Order is totally gone by the time Obi Wan commits himself to exile, meaning he doesn’t actually have any of its rules to hold him back anymore.

While some argue that because he was so dedicated he’d never dream of breaking those rules even while in exile, we already know that he DID have a lover while he was in the Order (Satine), and it’s likely they had a child that she kept secret from him so that it wouldn’t ruin his standing in the Order. That, however, is another theory, and there’s still the possibility, especially with an upcoming Obi Wan movie, that there could be someone else in his life he met while in exile that he had a child with.

4. What if Rey is just virgin born like Anakin was?

(Not necessarily an example of a counterargument, but it conflicts with the interests of this theory nonetheless) I understand why people think this is the case, and I don’t deny that it’s plausible, but I highly doubt it’s what Disney will go for. There has been so much focus on Rey’s parents, that to have the big reveal be that she has no parents is just???? Disappointing. 

The new Star Wars films are also supposed to appeal to mass audiences now, like younger kids and new fans who maybe didn’t watch the prequels etc. but like the idea of a sci-fi adventure movie, so I doubt they’d use Anakin’s origins, which are not well-known outside of people who have seen the prequels, as a major plot point in the new films. Plus, Hidalgo also tweeted that Rey’s lineage would be important.

 “Family, legacy, lineage” doesn’t exactly scream “she has no parents at all because she was born out of magical space particles” but maybe that’s just me.

As for other theories, like that she’s Snoke’s daughter or Darth Sidius’s daughter??? I’m not even... going to go into why I think those are ridiculous, just know that I think they’re ridiculous. Jar Jar though? Maybe....

Okay, that’s really all I’m gonna do with this post. There are actually so many other pieces of evidence, interpretations, and branching theories that go with Rey Kenobi. Trust me, I know because I watched so many videos to research. If you’re interested in knowing more than just the basics here, I’d recommend you look it up on youtube. When the movie first came out there weren’t that many on the theory, but now (coincidentally as people have been able to download the movie, script, and read the books) there’s like... a billion. Anyways thanks for reading!