The alarms blared. The soldiers armed themselves for the oncoming attack. No one wanted to believe what the scouts had reported, but they had no choice. For before their very eyes they saw what they feared most- the Supreme Leader had come.

No one really knew what Snoke was capable of. He had always stayed in the shadows, maneuvering pieces in a giant game of holochess. Before now only Rey had seen him in the flesh, but today he stood in front of them in silver robes, white hair flowing from his now scar-free head.

He walked through the base calmly. A barrage of shots were fired at him, but he redirected all of them with a simple wave of his hand. He seemed to be conducting the volley of blasts in a symphony, not seeming to care how close they came to his head.

Troopers lobbed grenades at his feet, he walked out of the explosions unscathed.
He continued strolling through the base, entirely unworried by the onslaught.

The old Sith had almost reached the base when a figure leaped toward him to slice him with a yellow-bladed saber. The last Jedi had come.
He whipped out a double white saber and countered the blow. The two dueled vigorously for quite some time before Rey found herself weakening. She had been on the offensive for the entire fight, while Snoke stood parrying her strikes with flowing movements that bespoke years of training. Rey was strong, but she couldn't handle his defensive power, and as her stamina began to drain Snoke knocked the lightsaber out of her hand and flicked it into the distance with the Force.

Rey took a defensive stance despite this major disadvantage. She stuck her hand out to retrieve her weapon. To her surprise, Snoke powered his saber down.

"You're strong, " he told her, smiling, "but if I was here to kill you, you would be dead already. I've come to clear my name." His smile was less unpleasant than the last time Rey had seen him, but she wouldn't trust him for a second.

"Why should I believe that?" she questioned.

"I'm not who you think I am."

Rey looked puzzled by this comment
"Take me inside. I have a long story to tell you."

He handed her his lightsaber and gave the kindest smile his strange face could give.

"Trust me. I was a Jedi once

Chapter 2 Part 1
Snoke sat in the commander's chair in the Resistance base. He had willingly allowed himself to be handcuffed and was flanked by guards with loaded blasters. 'Not that any of that can actually restrain him, ' Rey thought, sitting in a seat opposite the Supreme Leader. It was all meant to show he meant no harm, but she found herself unconvinced. She took a moment to note Snoke's appearance. He was no longer sporting the golden robes he had worn at their last meeting, and his right hand was crudely fashioned from durasteel. Being sliced up with a lightsaber seemed to have had little effect on him, all things considered. She didn't trust him one bit.
But before acting in any manner, she would hear him out.
"How are you still alive? I watched you get sawed in half."
Snoke nodded knowingly. "That wasn't me you saw. But I'm getting ahead of myself. Shall we start my tale from the beginning?"
"Please do."
Snoke leaned back. He seemed entirely unworried about being on enemy territory.
"I was a Jedi in the days of the Republic. I trained hard and was a star pupil in the Temple. I was only a Padawan learner under Master Dobrei when Order 66 was issued by your illustrious grandfather. I found myself in the heat of the chaos, locked in a room with the younglings for their safety and mine. We were waiting anxiously for any news when Anakin Skywalker came through the door. Of course we all assumed we were saved. Skywalker was constantly being praised as a hero and perhaps even the Chosen One an old prophecy had spoken of. His presence felt different that day... darker.
"What are we going to do, Master Skywalker?" the smallest of my charges asked the Jedi.
He looked at us with the eyes of a psychopath and drew his lightsaber. He was a part of the evil Order, and we were next to be annihilated. I had earned my lightsaber at this point, a green-bladed sword with a hilt I had painted gold. I took the fight to Skywalker. I knew I would lose, but I could buy the others some time and with a bit of luck maim my enemy. 

Chapter 3, Part 1

(delayed due to lack of response to the last chapter)

I didn't know if I would be able to stand, and didn't want to find out the hard way. So I found a button labeled 'Assistance' on my bed and I pushed it. What could go wrong?

A silver-haired human man entered my confinement and sat behind the desk.
"Finally decided to wake up, have you?"
I could tell already this conversation was going places fast- this guy appeared to have waited long and impatiently for my awakening, and was going to waste no time getting to the important business.
I decided to start with the most basic questions.
"Why did you keep me alive? Who are you?"
The man laughed.
"I must say I expected something more like 'thank you', but never mind. I kept you alive because you are our only hope against the new Empire. During your little nap democracy has died and tyranny has taken its place. Worst of all, the most evil of the Sith rules the galaxy as we speak."

He summarized the events of the last two months for me. The outlook seemed bleak, and he didn't try to soften the blow.

"And on top of all of that, the only real way to kill a Sith is to fight with the Force, and the only good Force user who still lives is a Padawan who just got out of a body cast, namely yourself. So yes, things are bad, but you are the last hope."

I wasn't sure if I liked this guy or not. Bluntness was not lacking in his case, as he had literally just told me that the fate of the entire galaxy in my hands.

He explained his plan to form a rebel group spanning the galaxy that would effort to undermine Imperial influence. He had already assembled a strike team of his own, which I was apparently a part of.

"Gather your strength," he told me. "Tomorrow, we ransack the nearest Imperial armory for materials. Everything we can get out is power to rebellion and less power to the Empire. Besides, the place will be bursting with valuable intel."
He headed out.
"By the way, I'm Aurelius. But you can think of me as your new boss."
I was in for it now.
Somehow, quite accidentally, I had become a rebel.