"born to fight
oh did she try
but the sad fact is
she was too ready to die"

what if Mara had chosen to go with Poe to the Resistance? what if she never met Rey?

WARNING: TRIGGERING TOPICS, CHARACTER DEATH(S), HUGE SPOILERS FOR WARRIOR

JAKKU SPACE

"So you followed me here?" Poe's voice came over into her helmet, an annoyed tone accompanying it. Though, she could still tell he was happy to see her.

Mara adjusted herself in her pilot's chair, a light smirk gracing her face as she looked out her window. Dameron's shiny painted X-wing gleamed against a sandy planet amongst the stars. She was glad to hear his voice once again after the long months away, bringing her a rare joy that she hadn't experienced in awhile, "Knew you missed me."

"I did, but that's not the point. I'm on a mission right now." He told her whilst he shook his head inside his cockpit, biting down on his lip. He was worried for her now. Yes, it was good to know she hadn't ended up in some Hosnian jail again. It was a delight to hear her voice, which he listened intently to. Part of this was for her usual banter, but mostly Poe was attentive to try and gage whether or not she had alcohol in her system again. After her reply, he asked, "Mara, are you drunk?"

"Sadly not. A little hungover though, but let's not forget I was able to follow you all the way from D'Qar with no trouble." The blonde leaned forward, switching on the necessary controls for landing her beat up Z-90 headhunter, silently praying that the old thing would actually respond to her commands instead of freezing. After flipping a few switches, she gave the thing a good hit. Thankfully, it did work, "So I have my wits about me."

Poe sighed, the sound crackling in her ears. He was disappointed in her, the tone indicating that. The very fact that she even mentioned drinking was enough to spark one of his do-good lectures about her so called 'self-destruction'. Did she give a shit? No, she was a grown woman who could take care of herself. Did it hurt to let him down? Mara really wished it didn't.

"You need to go back." Dameron said, his voice now more serious and slightly condescending, "I'm here on classified info, I can't take the chance having you around. I'll visit you soon as I can-"

"Aww," Mara cut him off, already passing his ship as she began to make for the surface below, "That's cute. You think an adorable little request is going to make me listen to you."

"Blondie, c'mon." He urged her, watching as her fighter descended into Jakku's atmosphere. He had no choice but to follow and try to reason with someone who showed no signs of obeying him anytime soon. If there was one definite thing he knew about Mara, it was her dickishly stubbornness that never ceased to end, "If the general finds out you're here-"

"She'll hate me more than she already does? Don't think that's possible. And Poe, my old buddy, old pal, maybe I wanted to admire all this planet has to offer? Like-" She peered down at the first glimpses of the surface, internally groaning as she realized what it actually was, "like those fine grains of sand."

"What did you just say?"

"I said those fine grains of sand-"

"You hate sand."

"Not whatever-the-hell-this-planet-is's sand."

"You're definitely drunk." A small relief washed over as Mara heard the teasing, knowing the initial anger had begun to sub-side. She flipped on her landing gear, her ship reaching the ground before his did. Her cockpit sank low as it touched down, a hissing sound of overheated pipes cooling down surrounding her as the beautiful, over-worked machine was allowed to recuperate from the long hyperspace jump. The blonde unbuckled, her tense muscles relaxing as she sank back down into her chair. The old thing had made it through another long flight, and she was proud of it.

She pressed the button for the canopy to go up, and cool air slipped in. Her safe haven became exposed to the dark desert's climate. She was reluctant to leave the sanctuary of her ship, but slowly stood up after seeing Dameron land.

Mara jumped down onto the ground, taking off her helmet to see clearly without the slight obstruction of her visor. She tossed it back into her cockpit, then started to walk over to the X-Wing a few yards away. A quick spout of joy came when she saw a mechanical arm bring down her favorite metal can down to the planet.

"BB-8!" She let herself exclaim, speeding up to a light jog. The astromech expressed a similar emotion, beeping jubilant greetings to her as she approached came. Mara squatted down to the droid's level, smiling, "I've missed you buddy."

I've missed you and your slightly funny remarks.

"I'm going to try and take that the best way I can."

Poe hopped down from his fighter, the blonde getting back up as he too threw his helmet back into the ship. His dark hair stuck out at odd angles, compressed on one side and flipped out on the other. It was something she couldn't tolerate.

"Before you say anything," Mara put one finger up right as he was about to speak, coming up to him and looking up at the mess, "Perfect helmet hair? It ain't working for ya'."

Poe's hand went up to his head, trying to smooth over an awkward curl that wanted to stay on the wrong side, "That bad?"

"That bad." She stated, reaching up and trying to make sense of the mess. She took a few seconds to shape it as she would her own precious, beloved blonde hair. A few tangles was one thing, but what he had? Unacceptable.

It did take a few minutes, but Mara fixed the disorderly tresses to make them okay looking. She put her arms down, inspecting her work from below as Dameron's eyes wandered her face. She didn't appear to have been in any fights lately at first glance, but a close examination of her forehead showed bruises she tried to cover up.

Poe's gaze went to her hands, which he grasped with his own. Mara knew this had been coming, and she obliged without a word. He looked at her palms, then turned over to her knuckles. Reddened flesh was littered with blues and purples, cuts marking themselves across her skin. A sigh escaped his lips, a small shake of the head following, "I told you not to get in fights."

"You told me not to start fights. I just happened to be finishing a lot these days."

They met each other's stare, Dameron's one not entirely of disappoint, but of a caring nature. He'd grown far more fond of the certain blonde than he ever intended too. Seeing her like this and knowing she didn't mind the pain made a part of him hurt so deep inside. He felt as if he was just watching her slowly spiral lower and lower ever since Leia confronted Mara about her behavior around the base. It's not like the General ever liked her, considering she was the reason a few of Leia's best soldiers had been killed, but kicking her out of the Resistance was something the blonde hadn't taken well.

Yet here he was, letting her fall into what could turn into a fight with the First Order.

The two stood in the quiet for a few more seconds just familiarizing with the other's face once again. Mara had found his recent absence in her life quite jarring, not that her pride would ever let her admit that. She just simply missed his all around presence.

"You really shouldn't be here." Poe commented quietly, which gave Mara a hint of a mischievously rebellious smile.

"I know." She undid her hands from his, breaking the silence and going to retrieve her batons from her ship, "But I also know you missed me. And I was bored."

Dameron rolled his eyes whilst Mara began to talk again, rattling off her tongue, "So, where exactly are we and why are we here?"

"Welcome to Jakku." Poe began to explain as he started walking to a nearby village. She fell in step with him, listening attentively as he divulged, "Desert planet not to far from our favorite place."

Mara stifled a snort, the thought of even being close to the other notorious sad planet being somewhat laughable as it was annoying, "Oh, Ratakka, have I not missed you. Nice change of subject by the way, not telling me what we're doing here."

"What I'm doing here." He corrected her, which she didn't acknowledge, "That's classified information. I'm going to talk to someone here while you and BB-8 guard the perimeter."

The two followed by the loyal droid set foot in the small village, mostly made ragged tents and scavenged materials. Mara observed the population, hidden faces covered in grim that came with living on a planet like this for so long. Tired eyes kept track of the strangers coming into their village, suspicious and wary. Mara returned the look, hands settling near her blaster. The people appeared harmless enough, but she couldn't resist the gut feeling to not trust anyone. Not that she ever really did.

Poe looked kind at first glance, his regular smile on and was walking with a loose gate. He was obviously the approachable one, but Mara had still convinced herself she just had a bad case of resting bitch face and was really the fun one of the two. Then again, who'd approach a woman who was all too ready to pull out her blaster.

An older man stood outside of his tent, white facial hair and an odd cloak covering him. His eyes lit up when he saw Poe, a faint grin spreading across his weathered face.

Mara leaned into Dameron, whispering, "You came all this way to talk to him?"

He answered back quickly before turning his attention to the elder, "Believe me, it's worth it."

The man stretched out a shriveled hand, the other pulling back the curtain of what seemed to be his tent, "Oh, so delighted to meet you Commander. The princess speaks well of you."

Poe shook his hand gladly, returning the exuberance he had been met with, "She also does of you, Lor San Tekka. It really is an honor."

The elder nodded, his eyes wandering from him to the blonde, who did a little wave from behind, "Hi, I'm Mara."

San Tekka became a little confused, looking back at the star pilot he was supposed to meet, "I was informed of only one."

Poe did a quick gesture towards her, putting on another inviting smile, hoping Mara's presence wouldn't hinder anything, "This is my partner. She and my droid will make sure the conversation stays private."

Lor slowly nodded, observing the blonde. After awhile of watching, his gaze stayed on her left leg. She did start to become uncomfortable, considering that her calf had been injured in Ratakka years ago and never really healed properly. The fact that the elder had chosen that to stare at unnerved her.

"May I come in?" Poe asked, which brought San Tekka out of his brief trance. The older man went inside first, and Mara took ahold of Dameron's quickly before he disappeared inside the tent of rags.

"Be careful." She whispered fiercely, cautious of the other man as he sat down, "I don't trust Gramps."

"Don't worry about it." Was all Poe offered her before he too went into the hut.

Mara scowled as a loyal BB-8 went to do his job. He beeped at her to follow and stop hugging around. She obliged, following him away from the village.

The two began to talk about what had happened in the months they'd been gone. Mara chattered off as always, BB-8 putting in his regular cute comments at opportune times. The droid then told of what was happening at the base, saying a few pilots did miss her, but Mara knew that was bullshit. No one missed the ex-Order drunk.

So do you have a job?

"Mechanic on Hosinian Prime. Not that I can fix anything besides a one-man fighter, but my boss doesn't need to know that. Luckily, it's just across from the local bar-"

BB-8 cut her off with a sad groan, his tiny head turning towards her. She rolled her eyes at the droid's judgmental eye, if even droids could manufacture the judgement.

You shouldn't drink.

"Well, that's for me to decide." She snarkily replied, watching the vast, uninviting sand that sprawled out for miles in front of them. She saw the astromech shake his head.

Poe is worried about you.

"He doesn't have to. Gives him these odd lines in his forehead when he's stressed." Mara combated, still not looking at BB-8 as he kept beeping on.

I am worried about you.

"You know I can defend myself, bud." She knelt down to the his height, the droid's bright light shining on her face, "I'm fine."

Then why do you keep getting in fights?

Mara breathed in deep, shrugging her shoulders. No, she wasn't fine. No, she wasn't okay. No, she didn't know why she kept getting her hands bloody. It's just......she didn't know. She would get so caught up in everything, in what she felt, in what had all happened. Alcohol would replace her thoughts and fists would meet her face. But did she feel it? No.

"I don't mind the pain." She said honestly, never one to continually keep the truth away, "It doesn't bother me."

BB-8 cooed softly, not saying anything in particular. She swallowed, glancing back at the desert. The astromech began to panic, suddenly letting out all kinds of shrill sounds. The blonde stared at him, then back at the horizon.

"What, what?" She asked as BB-8 frantically began to roll away. Mara did catch sight of lights in the distance, and an odd shiver running down her spine as she recognized the landing craft immediately as it touched the ground.

First Order

The two went running back towards the camp, Mara's head being filled with any idea.

Her brother may be orbiting earth. Her brother who wanted to kill her. Her brother was here.

Kylo Ren was here. Phasma would certainly be on his tail. They'd all come.

They'd come to kill her. Yet that wasn't what plagued her mind as she ran towards the tent.

I've got to get them out of here.

and also

If my brother somehow shows up, I'm gonna to kick his ass.

The idea of seeing Armitage's face, to hear his name tears after his betrayal felt like poison in her throat. The reason why she was here, the reason why she was just another useless thing out in the galaxy.

I can put you right back where I found you, a useless girl with nothing, the newly appointed general at the time had said to her. The startling fact? He was right. After all the evil he committed, all the unspeakable wrongs he'd done, he'd been right about her.

Now Mara had to push away those thoughts of her past life and find Poe. She followed BB-8 as they entered the maze of tents and salvaged goods, watching as the villagers prepared for battle. Most carried obsolete guns, some just long batons much like her own. But against dozens of troops with blasters? It'd be a slaughter.

By the time she'd reached the tent, BB-8 had finished telling the two men of the current crisis. Mara poked her head through the weaved curtain, saying in sync with Poe, "We've got company."

The small party came out of the hut, Dameron lifting binoculars to his eyes. It was only a few seconds before he turned back to Lor San Tekka, telling him fast, "You need to hide."

"You need to leave." The old man countered, holding a firm gaze with the star pilot. Poe broke it, instead looking back to Mara, who only nodded.

She knew what was coming. A sick feeling wrapped itself in her gut, making her somewhat nauseous. She had to push past that. They had to go.

Mara quickly intertwined their hands, making sure she wouldn't lose Poe during the sprint to the fighters. BB-8 followed persistently behind, weaving through the tents and fire that had been stomped out by the natives as the first wave of troops started to bombard the village. The screams reached her ears and she just kept going, not really knowing what she should do.

"Hurry BB-8!" Poe called behind to his droid, who was loyally went to his spot under the fighter and awaited to be brought up. Mara scrambled to her ship, barely making it into the cockpit before the blaster shots got closer to them.

The blonde hastily ran her fingers over the command console, adrenaline flowing now as she hectically tried to start it up. The old fighter took it's time to come to life, and Mara whispered profanities at the inanimate machine as Dameron had already started firing on the troops. Finally, bright lights that signaled the main guns were ready lit up, and the blonde took back all her curses and silently blessed the ship.

That was until her engine became blasted.

Mara's screen immediately powered down, her old ship dying as she tried to save it. The controls didn't respond.

She grabbed onto her pistol tighter, her batons strapped on her belt. She hopped out of the fighter, seeing Poe do the same. He assessed the damage with his own eyes, but nothing was salvageable. Their only choice was to fight.

"This better be pretty damn important if it's all this trouble!" Mara shouted over the sounds of chaos. Sparks from each of the damaged ships stung her cheeks once she reached Dameron and BB-8, who knelt near the back of their X-wing.

Poe looked up at her, taking a data chip out of his jacket in the process, "I really hope it is."

He gave the data to his astromech, who safely stuffed it in one of his numerous compartments. Mara had already guessed what he was about to before he quickly told BB-8, "You take this, it's safer with you then it is with me. Get as far away from here as you can."

Mara whipped her neck around to see fire rise into the sky with flaming hands, consuming what had once been people's homes. She looked back at her favorite droid, hoping for the best as he left with whatever information he'd been given, "Roll fast buddy."

Poe got up, Mara ready for him to move on and fight. Instead, he gripped her shoulder, momentarily keeping her from moving. The blonde was at first befuddled, eyebrows crinkling together at the odd behavior, "We need to go!"

He shook his head fast, letting go of her and stepping back, "Go with BB-8. Don't worry, I'll come back for you-"

Immediate shock set in, Mara stunned by what he had just told her to do. To leave? To run? Did he think her not able to fight well enough? She was not going to sit back and let a small vengeance slip through her grasp. Not even that, she wasn't going to leave him. She'd carried this man on her back for miles when she should've let him die for goodness sake. She wouldn't dare leave him.

Mara also wouldn't dare leave the fight. She took a fast step towards him, a quick anger setting in, "Sorry, but I'm not going anywhere. You're stuck with me-"

Poe had to plead with her, but deep down he knew the attempt was fruitless. She had the chance to strike back at the First Order, even if it guaranteed her own demise. Still he tried to reason with her, "Mara, this isn't your fight. If you just stayed safe-"

"Excuse me, let me remind you I've survived worse than this. I'm also the better blaster shot-"

"I don't want to see you die!" Poe shouted at her. It was an urgent beg to hope that she'd for once choose the logical choice. Revenge was not worth this, it was not worth watching her destroy herself throughout the last two years. It wasn't worth a meaningless death.

Mara had made up her mind, shoving his blaster into his chest as she pushed past him, "I don't want to see you die either, dumbass. Now shut up and start fighting."

The blonde ran past him, positioning herself in one of the dunes for a better vantage point. She peered through her scope, finding her first target that pursued a young boy. She pulled the trigger, the first shot not finding its mark, the second a sounding shot.

Mara kept firing for another few seconds, dodging the occasional beam now and then. Poe came beside her, calling her absolutely crazy. She didn't focus on it to much, instead her thoughts seemed to stop. Another chill ran down her backside as a landing craft descended. The black ship lined by red was all too familiar to her, and it made her stomach wrench in anxious knots. The troops ceased firing, and Dameron signaled her to stop as well. Both were still in shock.

A dark, hooded figure came down long steps from the ship. A trooper covered in chrome armor stayed on his heels, Mara getting more mad at the sight. All the reasons her pilots were dead were so in reach now. The anxiety and adrenaline clouded her thoughts, and all the blonde could see was the exploding ships as she watched friends die. It was all their fault.

The two stayed hidden in the dunes as Kylo Ren brought Lor San Tekka before him, circling around like a predator playing with it's victims. Though they were far out of hearing range, the conversation seemed to be a calmer one than the hectic screams from before. They waited to see what this hooded figure could do, but Mara already knew what was coming.

She stood up fast, and Poe tried to pull her down. Still, she wasn't fast enough.

A red blade appeared out of seemingly nowhere and it slashed down through the night sky. The old man's body fell, blood staining the coarse sand.

Dameron realized this as Mara started running, both bringing up their blasters to fire on Ren. Troopers all raised their guns, but it was Ren who ultimately stopped the blasts. Blue bolts were caught in mid-air and Mara became frozen. Her mind screamed at her to move, to run, to escape. Her body couldn't oblige, a force pressing down on her skin and keeping her in place.

Well, those were new tricks.

Troopers forced Mara to her knees, taking her each by the arm and dragging her towards their commander. They were forced into the middle of the burning town, and finally the blonde faced the faceless monster that had haunted her for years.

And she froze.

All of her hatred, her anger, her malice towards the Order didn't fade, it just seemed to abruptly stop for a second.

Why? Because Mara smelt ash and burnt flesh. She had been stopped by an invisible force that immobilized her completely. Her innate sense to survive, to puck fights she could win, dimmed down and twisted with fear. She became afraid and terrified. Then the anger returned and it all flooded in a her mind became a mess of emotion whilst the killer interrogated Poe.

"So who talks first?" Her friend asked, "You talk first? I talk first?"

A quiet pause followed, then came a gravelly voice that sounded more machine than human. It rang in Mara's ears and suddenly she was two years younger and on the Finalizer and awaiting orders from this monster, "The old man gave it to you."

"Sorry, it's hard to understand you with all that apparatus-" Poe was forced to his feet and patted down, the trooper's finding nothing. While this took place, Kylo Ren adjusted his focus to the blonde woman who displayed a rare silence. Mara's storm of confused thoughts plagued her as it mixed with her concern for Dameron.

"Who are you?"

Mara's neck snapped back to look into a metal face she used to answer to. The lump in her thrust stopped her from immediately speaking as she tried to keep herself together. So, in her natural fashion, she blurted out the first thing that came to her mind, "Really? That's what you lead with? C'mon Darth Junior, you can do better than that. You know who I am-"

"This is my partner." Poe cut in quickly, trying to stop Mara from saying something would get her killed, "She's a little annoying-"

His sentence was cut off with a cough that choked him, an unseeable fist wrapping around Dameron's neck. Kylo Ren didn't even pull his gaze away from her face.

"Marana Hux. The quick tongue gave it away. You're supposed to be dead."

Mara's eyes went to Poe's as she watched his face go red from lack of blood circulation. More anger came, but it all seemed to be numb as she kept running her mouth, not even processing what she wanted to really say or how to properly say it. She just kept talking, "I know, disappointed all of us. That's kind of my thing, you know? Just keeping alive when it's least convenient."

Plasma watched from afar as the traitor stood before Ren. The blonde found her stare, sneering from her spot on the ground.

Poe was finally let go and he dropped down beside her. Coughing and sputtering, he gasped for air. Mara's fingers found the edge of his jacket, grabbing it in a fistful. She didn't know ic she though the action would be comforting to either her or him, but all she could think about was every emotion that piled on top of her only to become numb. All she could do was keep words flowing from her mouth to cover the crumbling exterior.

"Neck choke, really? Where is your originality today. Like, the blast was cool, but this? Old-fashioned cliches."

The mechanical voice began to interrogate her again, an almost annoyance in the voidless tone, "You dare question me and my methods?"

"Funny," she commented again, "Armitage said something like that awhile ago. You two must be rubbing off on each other? Lots of time spent filing paperwork to cover those damaged console bills? Poor repair men."

He seethed through the helmet, very ready to slaughter her where she stood if she continued to serve no use and only berate him further, "What is the point to this?"

"What's the point?!?" She chuckled slightly, shaking her head as she just kept going. She kept going because why not? Why not court death? Why not lose? Why not?

Nothing seemed to have this meaning anymore, and Mara didn't have to have alcohol poisoning her thoughts to see that now. She was looking for a fight, as she always did. Because what else was there to do? Pick of the pieces of her old life and make anew? That wouldn't work. It never worked. There was nothing waiting for her when she got off this rock. So why try now?

"Mara-" Not even Poe's warning could stop her now. No, this was years in the making. Her father had always told her she'd be a failure. She was the unwanted child, the defective offspring. She was the one who'd never amount to anything. She was the one that ended up in jail every time. She always ended up scorned every time, betrayed every time. And where was she? Just where everyone said she'd be, a useless girl with nothing.

Mara was tired of surviving. She was tired of all of it.

"There is no point." The blonde said, devoid of any emotion now. Revenge wouldn't do her good, because she'd gotten her pilots killed. She got herself expelled from the Order. She wasn't good enough for anything, too flawed for a perfect Resistance and too rebellious for everything else.

"There is no point." Mara repeated, almost a mumble, "The fact that you, shitty villain, may actually win means nothing. The good might triumph the bad, but what is it worth? What is anything worth-"

Her words never left her tongue. The world seemingly stopped spinning on it's axis. Then came Poe's screams. She heard pitiful, heartbroken yells as she looked down at her torso.

The red saber plunged through her, demolishing her spine and promising death. Mara glanced back up as blood crawled up her throat, watching the emotionless monster kill her. The world became dim around her, her senses dulling as black rimmed her vision. The smell of burnt skin faded and Dameron's protests became quiet whispers. And she waited for the pain.

The pain never came.

Kylo Ren extracted the saber from Mara's body. It fell limp to the ground, landing in the sand she had hated so much. The very thing she swore she'd never dream of dying in, she did. What she believed was a wasted life ended as a pool of red formed beneath her corpse, staining her blonde hair that splayed across the ground. Her pulse completely stopped. Her heart ceased to pump blood into her veins, and Marana Hux died a meaningless death.

Miles away, a young woman awoke in a cold sweat. Dark hair was plastered to sticky tan skin and her chest heaved faster than usual. She frantically looked over the room, trying to see what had woken her up so abruptly.

Nothing was there. The small cockpit of an AT-AT that she called home was filled with complete. The girl was met with a familiar loneliness that she'd been accustomed to for far too long. She pulled her blanket back over her shoulders, ready to go to bed again.

The woman couldn't sleep at all that night. An odd feeling of sadness settled under her skin. The girl felt like something was wrong, that someone was supposed to be there. No one was, but the scavenger would check the room just to make sure from time to time.

No one came

SOME WHAT EDITED

you're probably wondering why the hell i just broke your hearts

i did it intentionally, and i did it for a reason. why you may ask? to stress the importance of mara's journey and why rey is such a big part of it

heroes stories are built on tragedy. peter parker and his uncle ben's death. bruce wayne and the loss of his parents. leia and the end of alderaan. sienna and loki murdering coulson (yes i'm using that as a reference shush). there always needs to be a catalyst, something that sparks an origin.

for mara, the final nail on the coffin was her expulsion from the first order. she was lost, hopeless, and had no where to go. poe was a saving grace for her, a light that showed the darkness she lived in could be demolished. if she'd landed on ratakka alone, even if she somehow got off, she would still have died.

mara is a hot blooded character built on passion and strong emotion. she puts everything she has into whatever she does, she throws her whole heart into something whether she'd admit it or not. if she felt like she had no purpose, that passion would be thrown into self-destruction. it's only through her stubbornness and iron will that she was born with did she make it this far after so many people left her.

mara's life is a tragedy. yes, poe is a light in her life, but even if she followed him, she would be in a resistance that would never accept her for her wrong doings. she'd be put in a toxic environment where she wouldn't feel safe. her natural instinct is to survive like always, but added with all that hurt creates an odd complex.

mara would try, then rebel once she realized she'd never be accepted. leia would have had enough, not trusting her in the first place. she'd be kicked out again, and tragedy would eat her from inside out. she die some reckless way in a fruitless attempt at something she didn't believe in because she had no purpose.

heroes are hurt people who rise from the terrors of life. for mara to rise, she needed to be put somewhere she could heal, or put with someone who could help heal her.

poe may have been that person, but placed in another environment where she wasn't welcome would only harm her more.

mara meeting rey, a woman who had been abandoned like her and who was still going, who was still as desperate for a friend like she was, is what she needed. they both needed love, and that's what created a inseparable bond between them.

who could help her heal and teach her loyalty again? rey. how could mara fight the first order not out of revenge, but also against their evil cause? well, first the death of her pilots, but really rey. who could teach her how to love unconditionally with no restrictions and offer her a true friendship? rey

now, i'll shut up, but i hope you better understand who she is and how much i obsess over her