Confronted with the truth of her bloodline, Rey finally embraced the dark side and took her place as the new ruler of the First Order, which she quickly restored to a galactic empire. Unlike her predecessors though she ignored the traditional powers practiced by the Sith, and mastered the ancient art of size manipulation. Past users were only able to use the technique to alter something by a foot or two, but Rey's powerful connection to the force tore down the restrictions on her now invincible power. The rebels that tried to stop her conquest became mere bugs beneath her powerful tread, and even her loyal followers were shown how lowly they were compared to their leader. While relaxing in her throne room she kept herself at a comfortable 40 feet, splaying her legs across the massive chamber in a show of dominance. Subjects that had disappointed her were slowly disposed of in full view of their comrades, squeezed into mush between her body parts or tossed into her steaming maw as a tiny snack. The followers she deemed worthy were granted the honor of worshipping her divine form, once again cementing in the minds of all who served her that they were no more than hapless pets to a goddess. Rey reveled in her dark power and growing dominion over the galaxy, as her capital ship headed towards one of the few remaining worlds that dared stand against her. Until now she had flaunted some of her might to the people of the galaxy, but they still clearly believed she was some sort of mortal threat they stood a sliver of a chance defeating. She intended to use this foolish world and others like it to finally destroy that misconception, and show them that her eternal dominion over all was an inevitability...