Title: To Finish What He Began Author: darth_treyvah Characters: Supreme Leader Snoke, Kylo Ren, Rey. Summary: Supreme Leader Snoke reflects upon the latest developments of his Grand Experiment. You will finish what he started. That is what you keep saying to yourself, my young apprentice. A vow to your dead grandfather. I know, at this time, what you are thinking. It is painfully obvious. You believe that it is your duty, your destiny, to destroy what he helped to exterminate over three decades ago. And, in some ways, you are not incorrect. Under my guidance, with the Knights of Ren at your command, you had your first taste of slaughter: nipping the Jedi in the bud, as it were, before they could emerge once more. But they were not real Jedi. And for all the threat that your uncle poses to my plans -- to my real plans -- the Jedi were always besides the point. Perhaps you think it is your duty to the First Order: to the legacy of the long lost Galactic Empire. But I highly doubt that. You should be well-aware, by now, that your grandfather only served the Empire -- spreading it across the entire known galaxy -- all for his own personal sake, the sake of the dark side, the sake of power itself, as that was all he truly had left. If you have not learned this lesson already, I am sure that after the events of Starkiller Base you will know it by now. The First Order is a useful tool. It is a collection of finely honed resources of the best engineering, planning, child indoctrination, the colonization of the Unknown Regions, political manipulation, hidden caches of credits, discipline and fanaticism to a glorious nostalgia for a brutally efficient past. My Knights keep it together with the one thing every sentient being truly understands: fear. But as I said, like the Empire before it, like the Inquisitorius that kept it in line, they are all tools: to twist and shape the galaxy into the place it needs to become. Fear itself is only a starting point. Suffering is the gestation of life in an incubator of conflict. The violence between the Resistance and the First Order, and even destruction of Starkiller Base was a necessary loss as it has sewn the seeds of fear and chaos that I need to make your playground possible. Darth Vader started something else towards the end of his life and, in doing so, he finished his own cycle. The truth is, my apprentice, is that your grandfather didn't just destroy the Jedi. On the Second Death Star, three decades ago, he overthrew his own Master. He killed Darth Sidious and by the tradition of the Sith, he became the Master. I know. I saw it. But it was a temporary victory. He was on that edge: between two sides of being. He almost grasped it, but he was too old. He was too weak. The Light undermined his resolve, eating away at the armour he build around himself for years, its deathblow granted by the spark of his son. Sidious himself had been a lost cause: completely consumed by his sadism and his own sense of narcissistic glory: a withered body barely holding back a straining maelstrom. Yet your grandfather was special. Years ago, a Sith Lord named Darth Plagueis gained enough power in the Force over life and death. He was able to maintain existence, to resurrect the dead ... and to create life itself. The Jedi Order had a Prophecy about the Chosen One: a powerful Force-sensitive being conceived by the Force itself that would bring it ... balance. There were two Sith Lords and an Order of Jedi Knights. Then there were two Sith and two Jedi. Then there was only one. Your uncle came so close to potential. On the Second Death Star over Endor, he utilized the power of hate and love -- two sides of the same credit chip -- to nearly take his destiny. But he lost that edge. He couldn't get it back now even if he wanted. Sidious and his predecessors were just mortals consumed by their passions. Your grandfather was a step in the right direction, but one I couldn't guide directly. Not then. Your uncle was eroded by sentiment, and your mother by fear. And then, there is you. You, Kylo Ren. You are strong, as befits your bloodline. As I said before, you are made from the finest materials. I should know. But you were still crude in the marble. Still unfocused. Rage and guilt made you unpredictable, and conversely malleable. I have chipped away at your excess, even as you have made strides to distance yourself from weakness, from orthodoxy. And then came the crucible. It was the point where you threatened to diverge, where you could have fallen back into binary understandings, where you might have broken, or been destroyed. Instead, you persevered. You killed your own father. I can feel it now. The hate and love, the righteousness and self-loathing, the absence inside of you, cut from you by your own hand being filled with power. Many of my apprentices undertook the act of sacrifice, but with your heritage and the combustion of light and darkness inside of you -- with despair snuffing out hope in a perpetual cycle of dialectic -- all distinctions will blur and become indistinguishable. You will become power. You will finish what your grandfather began, my apprentice. You will bring balance. You will unify the Force itself. And the First Order, Starkiller Base, the Resistance, the Republic, the Knights of Ren, the Jedi, family, and the galaxy itself are a small price to pay in order to achieve perfection. Of course, there is the girl to consider as well. I must admit, even I did not foresee this. But she has much potential. Perhaps she will have a part to play in this cycle as well. At the very least, she will be more prime matter to work with. I have observed and guided this Grand Experiment for a long time, Kylo Ren. And I greatly look forward to the day when you finish what you began.