The Unknown Regions

Rey had a lot on her plate as of late.

The end of war between the First Order and the Resistance had of course not been clean. Chaos was spreading as galactic government bodies that needed the power of the First Order to stand were collapsing, dropping the civilized galaxy into utter anarchy. All while the few remaining prominent Resistance political figures tried to keep the ship afloat.

And Rey was caught between it all.

People wanted her to throw her weight behind them, push them to the very top and allow them to shape the future. Others wanted her to be a great hero and wipe out the remaining First Order hold outs. And a third camp wanted her to restart the Jedi and teach things that she barely knew herself.

It was all so overwhelming and as much as she hated to say it, Rey could not handle it. And it made her hate herself to say that she ran. She let Luke's lesson go and left while the galaxy was in a broken state, dropped her ideals and ran.

Of course it wasn't as bad as she felt it to be.

She did intend to go back after all, after some time to get her head on right and figure out what she was going to do to fix things. It was in reality just a vacation, that she told no one about and wasn't sure when she was coming back from. Yet she was coming back, that was the most important part and she just needed to keep telling herself that.

It made the guilt easier to handle.

Rey shook her head and focused on the controls of the Millennium Falcon, her train of thought was dangerous and she needed to focus on something else right now.

Her eyes went to the coordinates computer among the crowded console of the Falcon, her hand lifted towards it yet she stopped herself. She was traveling into the Unknown Regions and there were no coordinates to put in, instead she was going to have to fly herself to find something worthwhile..

Yeah she wasn't in the headspace for flying at the moment.

Instead she locked the controls to keep the ship flying forward, set the scanners to set off an alarm if the ship was going to run into something, and sat back in her seat and tried to think of something to occupy herself.