A time when he was rebellious and had nothing to live for.Westworld is nothing if not a challenging watch, with dense, multi-layered plots carefully constructed to show us only exactly what we need to know and disguise major twists until the last possible moment. A time when he was Snokes right hand man. You are a traitor! And you know what we do with traitors."įor a moment, Ben recalls a time when he rode alongside the First Order. "That's where you're wrong, Ben." Sneers the red haired man on Snoke's right. "I told you before, I'm done with you! The crimes. "Get the fuck out of here Snoke." Ben growls as he aims his rifle at the man. From underneath his dark hat, his heavily scarred face twists into an ugly smirk. He is old, dressed all in black, riding atop an equally dark horse. "You're a hard man to find, Ben Solo." Croaks the man with the golden gun. The moonlight glints off of a shining gold gun wielded by a man as wicked as the devil himself. There are two men and a tall woman mounted on horseback awaiting them outside. He swings the front door wide open and steps out onto the porch. He checks the barrel of the gun before cocking it loudly back into place. "Ben! No!" Rey shouts after him as he stomps across the house towards the front door. He is up in a flash, hurrying to the fireplace and grabbing his rifle off the mantle. "We know you're in there!"īen's chair scrapes noisily across the kitchen floor as he pushes back from the table. "Come out Solo!" Calls out a deep, raspy voice. Chewie angrily barks three more times before a single shot from a gun echoes outside and the barking ceases. Utensils pause as they turn their attention towards the front of the house. A sudden bark outside from Chewie startles them. The only sounds heard are the scraping of utensils and the muted mush of chewing. They continue to prepare their dinner in tandem. "I know." Ben says, slightly agitated as he sets his knife down on the table. "You need to go hunting." She says to Ben as she hands him vegetables to cut once he's done with the rabbit meat. Rey pulls a cooking pot from a cabinet and places it on the stove as she prepares water to boil for tonight's stew. A coyotes howl pierces the air as Rey walks back inside. The chickens occasionally cluck contently from inside their coop. She moves quietly to take the pelt outside to hang to dry. Don't need the coyotes getting in again." Ben grumbled as he slapped the pelt of the rabbit on the table. "You didn't stay in town." Rey continues softly as she watches her husband expertly slice the fur from the rabbits body. Rey entered to find her husband in the process of skinning a rabbit for tonight's dinner. There was a sharp thud from within the kitchen. A dark brown duster jacket and a black hat hung on the hook beside the bag. "I'm home!" She called out as she hung the saddlebag on a hook near the door. The wooden door creaked shut behind her as she entered the farmhouse. Chewie trotted up to her from the porch of the house, tail wagging as she rubbed a hand through his dusty fur. She led her horse down to the corral, removing the saddlebag from her mount before sending him inside to greet his dappled companion. The sky had bled from fire orange to deep violet by the time Rey arrived back at Hope Farms. The sun barely peeked out from behind the mountains. Author's Note: Chapter title inspired by the song 'Paint It Black by The Rolling Stones - as used in Season 1, Episode 1 of Westworld.
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