"I'm Rey. I'm nobody. You need to get out of here. You have the map right? I'm here to distract Ren so you can escape and deliver it to the General."

"Knowing too much doesn't make you less suspicious, Rey," Anakin mutters.

Still, preparations are proceeding apace, and so far it looks like they'll get at least one shuttle out before the First Order gets here...

"I'm going to check on - Kylo," Anakin says, abruptly, before vanishing.

"Right. The whole war is on the line here. Did the General send you too?"

"Sure. Let's go with that. Now go before I make you go."

Poe hesitates for a moment longer, before nodding and running towards his X-Wing. Whatever is going on here doesn't need an explanation immediately. If the First Order really is on its way, he needs to be off this planet now. He has the map and he has his mission.

Unkar's transport takes off before he can, gliding rapidly into the distance with forty hastily loaded people, many of them children - their possessions can wait for the second round, if there's time. The twenty remaining take up arms.

"Incoming!" Anakin shouts, reappearing, right as BB-8 - following Poe - looks up and whirs in alarm over four approaching lights. "Four transports with eighty stormtroopers, and a fifth with Kylo gearing up to follow them. I think I messed with their sensory arrays enough they won't notice our transport but we need to go."

Rey reports all of this to the remaining villagers, implying she's getting these details from her wristpad.

"I'm not going anywhere until everyone that is able to get away does." She unstraps her staff from her back. "Everyone get ready!"

Poe hesitates at that but - he can't stay. He gets in his X-Wing, waits a moment for BB-8 to plug in, and then gets it into the air.

He gets away before the stormtrooper transports land.

The remaining villagers do not, though they mount a defense.

They're outnumbered four to one, of course -

And the battle opens as the first stormtroopers come into sight, firing as soon as they spot the villagers.

Rey doesn't wait for her own cue. She surges forward with her staff and swings it around to bring it down the closest trooper, before quickly moving onto the next. She's a whirlwind of violence and unrelenting force.

Anakin tries to stay calm. The only emotion she feels right now is fear, and that's not good for concentration, not good for fighting -

She centers herself. Her fear is not her. The only moment is now, and now is battle -

An awful lot of stormtroopers start tripping, or falling over, or simply going flying as if struck by an invisible blow if they get too close to threatening Rey.

Anakin's not as strong as she once was.

But even small nudges can change everything, especially in a field as chaotic as this.

(Still, the village starts to burn.)

They are so many of them, but she can't stop now. The others still need more time to get away, to get clear. She's careful to not be too obvious in her use of the Force. She uses it to make herself stronger, quicker - but not extraordanarily so. She's had her whole life to get this right.

And a fifth ship - different from the bulky troop transports, sharp and angular and altogether designed very carefully to give off a sense of menace - lands.

The stormtroopers seem startled by it - the battle's turning in their favor, though, and they continue pressing their advantage.

The ship's ramp extends.

And a masked figure that's increasingly familiar to every enemy of the First Order descends, flanked by elite troopers. He seems intent on the village, mask tilting so his gaze zeroes in on Lor San Tekka's distant form.

-- nope. Not happening.

"Get out of here!" She yells to Lor San Tekka as she gets between the two of them. She glares at Kylo Ren. "You will not have him."

He ignites his lightsaber.

"I don't recall taking orders from you."

"Funny. Your choice in masters really doesn't do you any credit. The General says 'hi', by the way."

- she moves forward, speed still heightening by the Force and attacks him head on.

He shouts in rage and attacks her back.

He's slower than her, more encumbered -

But wielding a far deadlier weapon.

"Oh no you fucking don't you asshole - " Anakin murmurs, focusing, trying to push away her fear and fill herself with love for Rey, sharp anger, calm focus -

It's a delicate path to walk.

But she can start worming her way into Kylo's mind, make him just a hair slower, just a smidge clumsier...

She needs to get the lightsaber out of his hand and away. She can beat him. Bring him down for every single bit of pain he has inflicted on Anakin and her family. He's a murderer. She won't let him hurt anyone else.

"You're angry. Distracted," he says, pulling back into himself. (His hate is a weapon and his weapon is his, he is in control - ). "You hate me."

"Everybody hates you. It's not special."

She moves around, coming at him from behind.

He turns with her, easily.

"Your hatred burns. You lost someone, didn't you? Or did that woman infect you with her sentiment?"

"My emotions make me strong. You are weak. A selfish murdering arsehole. Luke should have killed you when he had the chance."

She presses in closer, beating at his defenses.