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Fire Meet Gasoline | Poe Dameron

Six

Poe Dameron x Solo Original Character

Hope Solo’s haunted by the night the temple burned. Having gone rogue she hunts the First Order in search of answers until a fateful encounter with Poe Dameron brings her back to the Resistance and Leia puts her daughter under his command to find Luke Skywalker.

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Tags/warnings: the beginnings of black squadron, snap being a big brother to hope and a simp for karé, jealous hope, mother-daughter issues, slightly jealous poe if you blink, snap being a wingman, hondo pointing out daddy issues, subsequent alcohol consumption, attempted assassination, violence, descriptions of blood and wounds, interrogation gone wrong, suicide to avoid capture, skywalker bullshit over authority, fighting and angst, poe realising leia warned him for a reason, moral dilemmas, mentions of anakin's crimes alongside padme's death

All my stories are written for adults with adult themes, I use tags but read at your discretion.

A/N: okay we're getting into it now, considering this story is going to be quite a long one I typically update on ao3 and wattpad before here.

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Hope

When morning comes I'm feeling decidedly more at ease about what comes next, the weight on my shoulder's having lifted slightly, but only slightly.

My relationship with Mom... that's one issue that I don't know how to fix, but this mission is something I know I can pull off. I take my time getting ready considering the Commander will likely be presenting the report to Mom before doing anything else and run my fingers along the white combat suit that's remained untouched in my wardrobe since I ran off without thinking to get it. My staple piece I'd worn since sixteen that I'd once intended to incorporate into my own style of Jedi robe, but they've remained as they've been since I'd been given them by Dormé, only to be traded for smugglers clothes that resemble my father's too much for comfort. 

The tight fitting fabric's familiar beneath my fingers, holding the force signature of my grandmother since it had belonged to her first after all, tailored to meet my measurements like the duplicates that hang behind it. I never knew her, and yet her memory is one I've taken upon myself to protect. Bail and Breha's memory is protected fiercely by Mom, but I'm the only descendant of Padmé's that knows her story in its entirety. Right until the very end as I'd seen during my trip to Polis Massa so long ago in a vision. An image that still haunts me to this day and breaks my heart just as horribly. 

The reminder of what Anakin Skywalker became, a chill that's remained in my bones ever since witnessing it. I can laugh about what he became and mock it to pretend I don't care whenever it comes up with Mom, but that's only because she hasn't seen what I have. She's not haunted by the visions of the slaughter he committed in the temple, the violence against his own wife. 

A reminder of everything I could become as I've so frequently been reminded. 

But despite the violence Darth Vader inflicted upon my mother, she's still ignorant to the violence Anakin Skywalker committed before he ever ended up behind that mask. Ever since I was twelve I'd been compared to him by those who'd known him on Naboo, even my own mother from what little she knows of Anakin Skywalker from Shmi's holo journals has found the similarities. And so I know she'd be horrified if she knew the extent of what Anakin Skywalker had committed before he ever turned. 

For a long time I suppose Padme's clothes served as a reminder of that. That because of the darkside she never lived long enough to raise her own children or to pass the clothes I wear down to me by her own hand. Instead her sister and handmaidens gladly telling me they'd saved them these many years knowing someday they'd find their way into the right hands. A reminder to do right by her instead of taking after him.

It feels like a violation against her own memory to tread that path, as easy as it may feel despite knowing what waits at the end. Which is why I trade my smugglers clothes for the white jumpsuit. Exchanging the worn leather thigh holster in favour of the white embroidered in royal Naboo red with the symbol of the Rebellion, and now the Resistance. 

I have a choice to make now that this Commander's extended to me an opportunity to step up and take charge in a way that isn't destructive. I have the choice of whether to continue on as I have or to try to make Mom proud. To follow by the example of the women in the family rather than the men. 

And so I braid my hair back in a crown around my head, stopping to apply my eyeliner the same as usual, but a darker brown instead of black, before lacing my white boots. The platforms are certainly not regulation with the amount of extra inches they give me in height but I'm yet to have anyone try to tell me off for what I wear since they're more concerned with actual insubordination. Besides, I'd learned well how to fight in more absurd clothing.  

For the first time in a long time I find myself thinking of the life I'd once had on Naboo. The life it seems everyone believes I've been living for the past year. The morning walks to the university by the side of Sola's grandaughter, a girl who was the closest I've ever had to a sister. How I hated sitting through each lesson until I could finally attend physical training. The small group of us girls who closely resembled one another, chosen and placed in the training program under the assumption we would either be elected as royalty or to serve as handmaidens. The flights with the starfighter corps even if I was suspended more often than not. The long days spent out in the lake country wearing summer dresses and floating in the water, the one place I truly felt at peace in the force. 

Looking back I shouldn't have had a care in the world living in such a paradise, but I never appreciated it. It should have felt like home, but it never did without Ben and my parents. All I ever wanted to do was escape it to run to them. Little did I know how soon I'd lose what little stability I had and find myself aching for it now I have no family that I can call home. Naboo seems to be the closest thing to it I still have considering this base has never felt like home.

When I walk through its halls to the mess I'm not sure of whether to go see Mom. We haven't had a civil conversation since I arrived, and my promise to Lando weighs on my mind. Anxiousness quickly overcomes me as I enter the mess hall only to find all eyes on me and whispers following. I don't know who knows what about where I've been or what I've done, especially since so many faces are unfamiliar. Snap and Korrie know more of the truth than most, but the rest must believe I've been living in paradise while they've been working their asses off, and I can feel the disdain as I hover near the entrance looking for a half friendly face. 

"Hey," a voice suddenly says and I look to see Poe come to my side, seemingly unaware of the tension in the room. "I ran the plan by Leia and she liked your input."

"She did?" I repeat in surprise, caught off guard by him let alone the fact Mom's actually approved of something I've done. 

"Yeah," he says and feel his eyes quickly look me over, certainly noticing the difference in my appearance not I odn't look as if I've walked straight off Tatooine. He looks like he's about to make a comment, positive by the slightly flustered look he wears, ultimately deciding against it considering he should be trying to keep things half professional. But it's still enough to give me some satisfaction. "I was just going to get some breakfast and find you but since you're here want to grab some and take it to Leia's office so we can have her sign off on going to procure the ships you were talking about?"

"Yeah sure," I find myself saying, quite eager to get away from all the eyes on me and glance towards his face only to need to clear my throat. "I need caf."

"That makes two of us," he says with a pat on my shoulder that leaves me blinking in confusion as he goes to greet two other pilots. My eyes follow him until my heart stops momentarily at the sight of the girl only for me to shake my head with a wince. Upon second look the resemblance to Voe is less obvious, the contrast of their bronzed skin with the short blonde braids having been what made me panic, but it still leaves me feeling uneasy. It feels heartless to say I haven't thought about Voe in so long, but it's the truth. 

Of the friends I had at the temple, she wasn't one of them.

Upon a third look however I feel something else at the way she laughs with Poe. It's an utterly irrational feeling but still it's there and I wonder if I wasn't that appealing to him after all, rather just another potential conquest. After all, someone who looks like him would have no trouble with that.

"Well look who's still here," I hear Snap say as he comes to stand beside me, his eyes also on the blonde woman who looks to be in her late twenties. "Back in the battle armour I see."

I look at the silver arm bands and laugh lightly. "Well it feels as if I need it with everyone staring at me."

"You do realise it's because you have a lightsaber right?" he asks and I look down at my belt, having not even registered that fact. "And every single person who's new here has never seen a lightsaber let alone a Jedi."

"Huh," I say, taking another look around and rereading the room a little differently now, reluctantly admitting. "I hadn't thought of that."

Snap's probably one of the very few people on base that knows me well, who took me under his wing when the Resistance was formed, especially after Dad left. I've never really opened up to him or anyone, but he gets that and looks out for me which is something I appreciate, especially after being gone for so long. 

"Who are they?" I ask, nodding to the people Poe's speaking to as we head over to the caf machine, the one thing I'm glad for.

"Karé Kun," he says with a reverence that has me raising my eyebrows, the other man with them going utterly ignored in his eyes.

"Girlfriend?" I question and he just shakes his head to himself, his attention solely on her.

"I wish," he mumbles and I squint at him before snapping my fingers in front of his face, and he finally gets what I'm actually asking. "Oh, no, not his. Trust me, he seems to like the batshit crazy pilots and there's only two of those on base, and he's one of them."

I smile to myself a little now, realising Snap knows more than he's letting on I inquire "Is that so?"

"Oh yep," he says, shaking his head now as if something's funny. "He's an idiot, but he's a good one. He might look pretty but he's damn good at what he does, trusts the people he flies with and treats them with more respect than any commanding officer I had in the Navy that's for sure. I've done a couple missions with him over the past few months and there's no one I'd trust more to get me out of a tight spot. He's got the same ego as you that's for sure, but he's not an asshole."

I let out a short laugh. "And I am?"

"Sometimes," he admits and I can't really argue with that.

"Fair enough," I agree, almost a little bitter that my impression of him last night wasn't wrong, that he is a decent guy. But wanting to cover my ground I ask "So, does he try to ask every girl out he sees within five minutes of meeting them or am I the exception?"

Snap doesn't seem as surprised as he should be, meaning he definitely does know more than what he lets on. "Let's just say you left an impression on him in the field. I can't speak to what he was like in the Navy, but as far as his time here goes you're the exception. One thing I can say for certain is that I've never seen him like he was after he'd met you." 

Snap might be his wingman, but he's also known me longer so I can trust what he's telling me. Snap wouldn't stand up for a guy he thought had bad intentions, especially not when it comes to me. I find myself strangely warmed by his assurance as I glance over towards the Commander, chatting to his friends with a smile and speaking with his hands, utterly animated and as alive as I only manage to feel in a cockpit. 

Except for that moment we shared in the hangar.

"How old is he?" I ask and that's when Snap hesitates.

"Late twenties," he says and when I raise an eyebrow clarifies. "Twenty nine."

"Eh, what's that, nine years?" I dismiss, not overly caught up on that. "Not as bad as my parents."

But what does make me freeze is the realisation that I'm actually considering it, as if he hadn't blown me off right after figuring out who I was, and again I'm left with a bitter taste in my mouth.

"Speaking of which I saw Leia, she seemed like she was in a good mood," he mentions casually to reassure me as I survey the room with no sign of her. Not unusual since she spends most of her day in her office but maybe I'd hoped she'd seek me out as more than just a general. "There's a couple of younger people that have come to base while you've been gone." I take another look about the room and see a black haired girl who doesn't look much older than I am. "I helped Jess through her training, she's nice. Seem's like your type of person."

"My type of person?" I repeat as Poe comes over, more cheery than any person should be in the morning and immediately I put an extra shot of caf into my drink. After operating on my own schedule for so long it seems I'm in for a rude awakening and his presence is another unexpected variable to consider.

"Ready to go see Leia?"

"Not really but let's go," I answer reluctantly, knowing I'll probably be glad for a witness as I walk a little more slowly than necessary down the halls. He doesn't attempt small talk thankfully and gets to the mission.

"So, where are you planning on getting ships from?" he asks and I'm glad to at least have some control over things, especially since I can tell it's a conscious effort on his part to have me this involved.

"Batuu," I answer. "Worked for a guy who owns a shipping company there."

He nods slowly, clearly aware shipping company is a common cover for smuggling operation, but doesn't second guess me and gets to logistics. "We'll need to have them transferred to the Echo of Hope to run any maintenance and then we can hammer out the most important part which is how we're going to get on board."

I nod in agreement but my throat's tight and my mind anywhere but on what he's saying as we enter Mom's office after I'd stormed out yesterday. She invites us to sit and gets straight to business. 

"I was impressed with the plan Commander Dameron presented, he noted your contributions to the risk assessment and how to prepare for those risks," she starts and asks "He mentioned you would take care of procuring the ships you need for the mission?"

"Yeah," I say and don't give more information than I have to but she still inquires.

"Where from?"

"A shipping company who owes me a favour," I answer and because I don't want to elaborate she turns to Poe.

"Can you accompany her please to ensure everything goes smoothly?"

He briefly looks at me but finding I don't quite have it in me to argue he agrees. "I can do that."

Silence permeates the room before she asks "Commander could you give us a moment please?" 

He nods before leaving and closes the door, it's silent for a moment longer before she says "I have every faith you will pull off this mission."

"Well I'm dead if I don't," I remark, her having said in no uncertain terms how dangerous this is, and she grimaces at the tension between us.

"I know you aren't happy, but this is a step towards remedying some things," she explains gently. "To prove to command you aren't just capable in the field, but strategically competent enough to do these missions by the book with the reports and the rest. Something that is required to move up through the ranks. To show that your missions aren't pure improvisation and that you are mitigating the risks, which you have done."

Her praise should be welcome, but it feels hollow when the only interactions I've had with her have been from across a desk. I don't want praise from my general, I want my mom. Lando promised her, her warmth, her reassuring words that everything would be alright. Not a general's tactical words and praise mixed with criticisms and lessons.

"Yeah," I nod, my throat too tight to manage words, a stark contrast to yesterday. I'd been convinced I'd take off and not look back, that I wouldn't have to sit and deal with the aftermath of my words.

But here I am. 

Her expression is heavy as she continues "If you don't feel like speaking to me that's fine, as long as you act sensibly-"

"I can't remember the last time you talked to me as my mom instead of my general," I manage to force out, my voice weaker than I'd like it to be. "I thought from what Lando said I'd be coming home to the former but it seems I was wrong."

"Hope," she says sadly. "I- I know that what I'd said about learning the difference hurt you-"

"It did," I finally admit to her. "Because you're all I have left Mom, and if I don't have you then I don't have anyone except for R2."

There's a type of loneliness that comes from being separated from those you love, but it's a different hell sitting across from them and feeling as if there are galaxies between you. 

"For the last year I haven't had a child to parent," she says bluntly but there's remorse in her voice. "Forgive me for struggling to reconcile the two."

She sees it in my eyes, the flight, but before I can even move to leave my seat she reaches across the table for my hand and this time I let her take it. 

"I am your mother, but I have to be more than that. Hope, you know this isn't the life I wanted, if anything this is the life you jumped at before we even knew what we were fighting," she reminds me. "You know I wanted to retire before that last scandal but you and I both know neither of us are physically able to walk away from this threat-"

"You mean your son and the monster who groomed him?" I correct since it's just us and she struggles to keep her face neutral. "Mom, you don't have to separate yourself from being our parent to do your duty to the galaxy, you don't have to pretend your child isn't on the opposite side of this war."

"I have to," she says regretfully.

"Well I can't," I fire back and again there's that wall between us we can never truly break down. For her this fight is duty, but for me it's something else entirely, and we both know it. "Don't worry, I'll get whatever intelligence is on that ship."

But as I stand to leave she warns "And I want it returned to this base. If you take off with whatever is on that ship I will send Commander Dameron and Captain Wexley to drag you back to be court-martialled."

Her threat stuns me considering how gentle her voice was a moment ago, but when I meet her eye I realise she knows me too well. She's my mother, of course she should, but it feels as if I hardly know myself anymore. Except she was the one who forced me into a profession that taught me the importance of finding loopholes.

"It will be returned," I state before opening the door and Poe jumps at the haste in which I walk out into the hall and order him. "My ship. Now. We're leaving and heading straight to Batuu and then to the Echo of Hope. Get whatever you need because we won't be returning until the mission is complete."

He blinks in surprise at being given orders but it too taken aback to do anything but raise his hands in his defence as he follows me, but doesn't shy from a whistle. "Alright princess, do I have time to get my droid before we take off?"

"I like the droid," I say, knowing I'm not harsh enough to abandon the little BB unit without explanation. "Speaking of which have you seen mine?"

R2 better not even think about pulling another disappearing stunt now of all times.

"No," he says and after a moment of hesitation asks "You seen mine?"

We stop in the hallway, sharing a look of mutual confusion mixed with alarm at having lost out droids and he scratches his head before following me to the hanger.

"R2!" I call loudly, not wanting to have to search the entirety of the base twice over again only to walk past Threepio on his way from command. "Threepio, what have you done with my droid?"

"I beg your pardon!" he exclaims. "What have I said about manners?"

"Threepio," I warn. "If R2's decided to go rogue on me-"

"Well I do I wonder where he learned that from," Threepio chides and I actually scoff at the protocol droids audacity. "I wish you luck Commander Dameron, statistically speaking you're going to need it."

My mouth falls open as Threepio walks past us and Poe Dameron doesn't look sure whether to laugh or be offended on my behalf, a quick study of my face has him choosing the latter.

"I've never heard Threepio sound so..."

"Sarcastic."

"You know what they say, owners leave an impression on their droids," he tries to reason but quickly clears his throat. "Let's find ours."

In a much more urgent mood to leave base I march into the hanger only to stop when I find R2 and BB-8 chatting happily by my ship. The younger droid beeps excitedly at the sight of his owner and rolls over, trying to fill Poe in on one of the tales R2's regaled him with before chirping at me in an almost equal excitement. People may dislike me, but at least droids seem to take a liking to me. Aside from Threepio, although he has his reasons.

"Hey buddy, ready to go on a mission?" Poe asks his droid, squatting down to rub the droids stomach, or rather what could be classed as a stomach. 

R2 beeps at me in question at the company, considering in all the missions we've performed we've never done any with another pilot unless it's been running planetary defence drills. 

"Don't get too excited, we're going to Batuu to pick up some ships," I tell R2 and look at Poe. "Ready?"

He gives a nod and follows me onboard my transport along with his droid, and I honestly can't remember the last time I had another person inside this ship. Probably Mom at some point or another in the time before I left base, but other than that my mind's blank. 

"This is the Shiraya," I say as we step inside. "Fastest civilian transport in the galaxy and heavily armoured with laser cannons fitted at the back that you can access via the gunners seat along with automatic laser cannons and concussion missiles above the cockpit."

He's mildly alarmed I'm describing the armaments before anything else. "Expecting trouble?"

"No but it's best to be prepared for it," I say knowing it has a habit of finding me. "The First Order's identified my N-1 but this ship should be off the New Republic and the First Order's radars."

"Should be?"

"With the modified hyperdrive and sublight thrusters It's faster than most ships in the galaxy so I'm not exactly worried," I dismiss as we reach the cockpit. It was technically designed during manufacturing to seat a co-pilot but I've only ever flown it myself. "It's served me well that's for sure."

I find my way to my seat and he sits down beside me in the co-pilots seat, somehow the metre between us not being quite enough. "You know your stuff."

"I do," I state factually an this cockpit with a guy who's face I can't even look at without getting flustered. 

He nods along, looking like he has questions on his mind but keeps them in as he asks "So Batuu, it's Outer Rim's right?"

"Technically," I answer. "It's commonly known as the last stop before the Unknown Regions."

"Ah," he says as it comes to him. "You ever been out there?"

"Batuu?"

"The Unknown Regions," he clarifies and while I'm mildly annoyed this won't be a quiet trip the curiosity in his voice may override it. 

"Not as far as I'd like," I admit, I could leave it there but it is a long enough trip even with the hyperdrive. "I'd gone searching for Jedi temples not too long ago, found some ruins but little else."

"I thought the only temples were on Coruscant and Ossus," he says and I feel his hesitation at treading there which tells me enough about what he's heard. 

"The temple on Coruscant was in use for the last few millennia but before that Jedi were somewhat more scattered, living on planets that had a strong natural connection to the force rather than the core worlds," I explain before sighing "Then the Emperor turned the temple into his own personal palace. Scholars have done some work to restore it along with what survived of the archives but it's not like it will ever be the same."

He nods slowly and asks "So that-" he looks at my saber. "That's your lightsaber?"

"A torch," I answer reflexively, that being the answer I've given to just about anyone who's asked that question in the last four years. It started as a lie to get past security while still armed and out of concern for my own security, but it's turned into a little self satisfying joke since. He seems to miss it by the perplexed look on his face and I clarify. "It's a joke."

"Oh," he says and only then do I realise how purely nervous he seems to be, my presence is the only explanation for it but I'm almost hesitant to know what part of that has him like this. I'm especially hesitant to learn if it's a good or bad kind of anxiousness. "So, how does that work? I mean lightsabers, do you make them yourself?" He must see the confused look I wear from all the questions and he's quickly backtracks. "If it's alright asking?"

His jittery curiosity is almost endearing. It brings me back to when I'd begun school on Naboo and the girls in my classes began to learn about my other education. It's certainly a type of awestruck curiosity I haven't experienced since the galaxy learned truth about where those abilities came from. Back when I was the niece of the beloved Jedi Luke Skywalker and not the spawn of Darth Vader.

"Yeah um- I made it myself," I answer, while people like Snap have asked the odd questions no one's ever gotten technical with them. "It's a right of passage in a Jedi's training to construct your own saber. I suppose like it's a right of passage for a pilot to customise and modify their own ship to their specific requirements."

 "Huh," he says, visibly making the connection between those examples until his train of thought takes him elsewhere. "Speaking of ships, what sort of starfighters do you think you could pick up? I was thinking something along the lines of Z-95's."

"You're looking for starfighters without astromech pods?" I gather and he nods as both the droids immediately begin to voice their objections.

"The plan I've got in mind would mean ditching the ships and anything in it completely," he explains to them, although seems hesitant to elaborate as he looks at me. "It's a crazy plan, so if you have any alternatives feel free to interject."

"Sounds right up my ally then," I decide, wanting to see if his crazy is my sort of crazy. "Go on."

"We'll need EVA suits," he begins and I tilt my head to the side.

"EVA suits? We wouldn't need those unless-" I squint at him now as I begin to realise he might not be exaggerating. "Unless we're in the vacuum of space."

He leans forward with his elbows on his knees, a spark of excitement in his eyes, talking with his hands as he starts explaining. "We'll have to wait in the system for them to come out of hyperspace, and the moment they do we hit them with concussion missiles which is easy enough but it's what comes next that's gonna be crucial. We'll set the ships to autopilot as we get in range of the belly of the yacht since according to schematics our best chance at breaking in through the access port."

"I've got a lightsaber, I can cut through anything within a certain thickness," I add and he looks a bit too excited at that suggestion before dismissing it.

"I like your thinking but we'll need to reseal the access port so nothing goes wrong when we jump to hyperspace," he says as he goes on. "When we get to the right velocity and the right distance we'll eject, the momentum will hurl us towards the yacht so we can make direct contact. We'll have maneuvering jets on the spacesuits to help us get to where we need to be and to decelerate us enough that we aren't crushed by the impact when we collide with the yacht. When we get to the access port I'll use a fusion torch to break the seals, it might be tricky doing that in space while hanging off the side of the ship but between the two of us I'm sure we'll make it work. We break in and reseal the port as we make our way inside. As long as we can get onboard without getting ourselves killed then that's half the work done. After that it's just getting to the cockpit, putting them on the escape pods and rebooting everything to jump to hyperspace before the eight minutes is up."

I find myself slowly blinking at him at the realisation that Snap was actually understating things when he referred to us as the two batshit crazy pilots on base. Having the force I feel quite safe at the thought of pulling it off since I could logically slow myself down enough that a collision wouldn't kill me, but he has more guts than anyone I've ever met to try to pull that off midspace without it and my mouth curls into a grin.

"I'm in." His grin matches mine now and I'll assure him. "I'll take care of getting those starfighters."

"We'll also need disks with the pre-programmed hyperspace coordinates for the jump since we won't have the droids with us," he adds and only then do we pay attention to the beeps of pure alarm from each of them at our plan.

"R2 I know exactly what you were doing in the Clone Wars so don't try to pull that with me," I remind him and he quickly shuts up while Poe looks between us in alarm. "I'll be just fine."

While R2 tries to object to prioritise my safety he knows what to expect of me by now so that's that, but BB-8 is far more upset at the thought of Poe going without him despite his attempts of reassurance.

"Look buddy, I'm going to be alright I swear," he tries to assure his droid until I intervene.

"How about you take him into the main cabin and go over schematics so he feels better while I make a list of what I'll need to get on Batuu," I suggest, genuinely wanting to figure that out but also not wanting this conversation to get any more personal considering we still have a while left until we reach Batuu. "If you think of anything else we need to go over come and get me."

He gives a nod of approval as he stands up, checking off whatever items he's thinking of on his fingers. "EVA suits and timers we can get from the Echo of Hope, they'll have the concussion missiles we can fit to the starfighters along with the disks to preprogram the jumps to lightspeed. So it should just be the ships and whatever else you think you'll need."

I nod back and look up to inadvertently meet his eye, again not sure quite what I see in it, but for some reason the thought to not trust him hasn't once occurred to me. In the Outer Rims all I've done is be on my guard, and perhaps I still am with him, but not because I don't trust him to be my partner for this mission. No, for far less professional reasons. 

I'm clearing my throat more loudly than I'd anticipated before asking "Is that all Commander?"

"Yep, I'll um- I'll let you pilot," he says awkwardly before heading out into the main cabin. My eyes follow him out, finding only conflict when I search my feelings, blockages. He's all but a stranger, a handsome one but still, my instincts tell me to trust him despite experience telling me otherwise. An instinct that's very rare.

But I'm no stranger to ignoring my instincts. 

He might look at me like he does now, he might be curious to know me, but I know better than anyone how quickly wide eyed curiosity and warmth turns to something cold, hurtful. For a person you trusted, a person who'd held you through uncertain nights and laughed with you, to turn around and look at you like a monster, to call you as much while looking you in the eye.

That is something I have no intention of putting myself in a situation to relive. I can't control what people believe, but I can control if I let them close enough for it to hurt me. 

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Poe Dameron returns to the cockpit as we approach Batuu, a hand on the back of my chair as he peers out at the planet. Murmuring to himself as he tries to piece something together.

"Batuu, Black Spire Outpost is located here isn't it?" he asks and I press my lips together, realising he might be slightly more in tune with the criminal operations in the Outer Rims than I'd gathered by the way he says its name. Being a Naval commander chances are he's run patrols nearby trying to intercept shipments. 

"Yep," I confirm and he tries to hide his mild alarm. "Don't worry, the guy who runs the place is a friend of mine."

I can't quite read the tone of his voice as he repeats "Friend?"

"Friend," I answer a little awkwardly, not knowing if I'd call Hondo that. "Or rather an old friend of the family."

I don't know if that relieves him or makes him more concerned as we enter the atmosphere and I pilot us down to the port at Blackspire Outpost, this time R2 doesn't even complain. I double check my weapons are secure as we step out into the small city that always seems to be growing. It takes its people a second to recognise me when I'm not dressed like a smuggler but they give a nod of respect as we make our way through the streets.

The sun shines down on us, reflecting off my metal armbands but also casting a glow upon his tan chest, exposed from the open collar of his shirt, there's a glint and I notice a silver chain around his neck. Quickly I turn my head before he can catch my eyes lingering and start talking to distract both of us.

"Along with smugglers and explorers passing through people have been coming here from the border regions seeking refuge from the First Order's expansion," I explain to Poe as our droids follow not far behind us. "I've heard their stories and it's nothing good, so they've come to the furthest place possible."

He shakes his head, expression one of disbelief. "I don't get why the Republic won't take in refugees from those regions. Politics isn't my thing, but I just can't understand why."

"Because for them to be classified as refugees the Republic would have the admit the First Order is something people should be running from, instead of continuing to pretend they can co-exist," I answer but upon feeling his barely repressed frustration try to assure him. "I've managed to set up a network for refugees to be able to settle on Naboo, it's off the Republic's radar."

He stills then a little as he turns his head in surprise, pleasant thankfully. "Does Leia know?"

"She hasn't asked what I've done, only criticised me for the things she knows about," I answer bluntly as we find our way to Ohnaka Trade Solutions. 

He tries to be the voice of reason. "If you talked to her-"

"I have, it doesn't end well," I say shortly and cut him off from trying to mediate. "This is it."

We head into Hondo's base and find him as usual, with his feet kicked up on the table, a cup of something in one hand and a cigar in the other.

"Solo!" he calls out, laughing gleefully. "Back already! Tell me, do you have the Falcon?"

"No, the Irving Boys beat me to it," I inform him as he gets to his feet. "Although if you had any tips on their whereabouts it would be welcome."

Poe lingers behind me now and I look back to see him blinking in disbelief as his eyes dart between me and Hondo, clearly aware of the infamous pirate. 

"Unfortunately I do not, but I will ask around so I can beat you to stealing it back," he says as I roll my eyes and he takes me in. "Look at that, you can dress like a lady after all. For a moment I thought the late Senator Amidala had walked in. She was quite the figure to watch, it's no wonder that Skywalker boy abandoned the code."

I make a face as I try to unpack the layers to that and he looks behind me in intrigue. 

"Oooh a friend?" Hondo says and I immediately sigh as he points out. "A male friend."

Poe steps forward then and I make the introduction, keeping details as vague as possible. "Poe this is Hondo Ohanaka, Hondo this is Poe. He's tagging along with me on a job."

I don't know precisely how much I trust Hondo. I've found he isn't as bad as what Dad and Lando would reminisce but I know he does treat me differently in memory of the Jedi that he had been fond of. Still, he doesn't need to know this job is a Resistance mission.

"Fair, fair," he says guiding us over to the table and leans in to whisper to me. "Although I must say I do have concerns about the fact the pretty boy dresses like your father."

Poe's enough out of earshot he looks confused by whatever expression must cross my face and I point a finger at Hondo. "You owe me a drink for that."

"Fine, fine," he agrees and I motion for Poe to sit down beside me. "So this is a business call I take it."

"Considering you run a perfectly legitimate transport company," I begin, getting straight to the point. "I need two Z-95's that can be fitted with concussion missiles and are reliable in a skirmish."

I reach across the table to pour myself a drink, skulling the cup before looking at Poe and finding him rather uncomfortable with this situation, but not as out of place as I would have assumed he would be. He meets my eyes for just a moment and mouths Hondo's name to me in disbelief and I give a shrug in return, smiling to myself behind my cup. 

"I can do that," Hondo finally says and moves to negotiating. "That will cost you-"

"Nothing, considering it a downpayment for those credits you still owe me."

"Oh no, no-" he says. "I am still waiting on a buyer and we settled on fifteen percent-"

"Twenty five remember?" I remind him as Poe shifts beside me. "So, I'll take the Z-95's at no cost and we can bring that number down to five percent." Hondo begins contemplating it. "Or I could just steal the ships and the crystal and find my own buyer?"

Hondo shakes his finger. "It is lucky I like you Solo, I will accept your offer on one term."

"Which is?" Poe asks, wanting to have some hand in the negotiation.

Hondo leans forward now and tells us "Local bartender says he's had officials sniffing around, smelling like Imperial scum."

"First Order?" Poe questions as I tilt my head in intrigue. 

"My guess is as good as yours," Hondo says and that's enough for me.

"Consider it done," I say immediately as I get to my feet and tell Poe. "Organise logistics, I'll be back."

But he follows me out of the building in a panic. "Solo, the General was clear that-"

"I don't care what the General said," I say blunty as R2 follows, knowing the drill by now. "You take care of the mission, let me handle the rest."

But he grabs my wrist and I look back at him with as he tries to order me "No, you are going to organise logistics while I see what I can find out."

"Excuse me?" I question with a laugh. "Are you seriously giving me orders?"

He pushes aside his frustration to try to reason with me. "I've let you handle that part of this mission but you're under my command and it's my responsibility to-"

"Let me?" I repeat back to him and pull me wrist free to point my forefinger at him as I make clear. "You do not let me do anything. The only reason I'm co-operating with you is because I want to. So either you do as I tell you to do or I go and get whatever data is on that ship myself."

He shakes his head now with a clenched jaw and I find myself holding his eyes with no difficulty as he challenges "You want to be difficult? Fine. You can be as difficult as you want princess but I'll be difficult as well."

"Oh really?" I laugh since he doesn't know the half of it.

"Really," he says but just as he takes a step towards me I'm dodging a blaster shot as Poe swears loudly and tries to pull me behind cover but in a split second I've pulled my blaster free and fired blindly at the attacker, hearing a body collide with the side of the cantina and look to find a uniformed man clutching his shoulder.

"Hope!" Poe yells as I storm over, pulling me saber free and igniting it as I pull the man to hit feet by his collar, ignoring his cry of pain as I bring my saber to his neck.

"I surrender!" he yells as if that has any meaning to me as I slam him back against the wall, his head hitting the stone surface as he throws his blaster away and raises his hands. "You cannot kill an unarmed man."

"Hasn't stopped me before," I state as his eyes widen, there's nothing to mark him as First Order but I know the tell-tale signs by now, clearly a newer agent who thought that taking a shot at me would work in his favour. Realise the opportunity I have I know I can't let it slip between my fingers, but there's only one question I want answers to. "So how about this? If you want to live you can tell me where Kylo Ren is stationed."

"Solo!" Poe warns, no doubt remembering the orders regarding interrogations but I ignore him. 

"I- I don't know," he stammers and in response I dig the blaster in my other hand right into the wound in his shoulder until he screams. "Finalizer- Finalizer!"

"Hope!" Poe yells harshly enough I'm almost stunned as he physically rips me off the agent and tosses me to the side, taking a gentler but firm approach as he grasps the man by his uninjured shoulder. He looks back at me with my ignited saber still in hand, shaking his head in disappointed disbelief before asking the man "Why did you shoot at us?"

"Her, I shot at her," he clarifies, looking straight at me as R2 stands in front of me to try to block me from attacking him while Poe looks between him and I in panic but I have the information I've spent years searching for. "If I killed the last Jedi I'd stand higher than Hux."

Ambition.

I use the force to bring his blaster to my hand and both him and Poe watch on in varying states of alarm as I step closer.

"Solo," Poe warns and raises a hand to keep me back while keeping the agent pinned to the wall. 

"So, you're stationed onboard General Hux's flagship, the Finaliser," I put together as he winces. "A low ranking ambitious agent but ultimately pretty damn stupid to take a shot at me and blow your cover."

"You were off guard-" he argues, trying to save his pride.

"People have been taking shots at me since I was sixteen, you should know better," I lecture, disappointed almost that this is what the First Order's putting in the field. "And Kylo Ren is stationed onboard the same ship as you are." He swallows then in fear. "Do you think he's more likely to praise you or kill you for taking a shot at me if we let you go?"

"I-" he stammers in confusion at the question, which means his true identity is still unknown to the First Order. "What?"

Poe wears a similar look of perlexion at my questioning but doesn't intervene as I continue "I can assure you that when you return to that base he will cut you down without mercy after torturing you to find out just what I've said now."

He squirms now with tears in his eyes, his fear only confirming my own theories about what my brother's become. 

"Or," I begin, very aware that Poe will most certainly report this incident. "You can tell me everything you know and I will ensure you are safe from them."

Poe finally begins to ease, but the man doesn't. "I've heard what they call you, Jedi Killer. There is no mercy."

He takes advantage of Poe's loosened grip to reach into his pocket and before either of us can react he's bitten down on a device that's too familiar and we jump back as he hits the ground, convulsing before going cold.

"Fuck," I breathe whilst Poe struggles to even look at the body, pale as he brings shaking hands up behind his head, murmuring similar curses under his breath. 

A crowd's gathered around now and I bend down to examine the body of the blonde haired man, searching his pockets for identification or anything else I could use to gather intelligence until Poe raps out "What are you doing?"

"Looking for anything of value," I state factually but he grabs my wrist to pull me upright and I stare at him in disbelief at the horrified look he wears. "What?"

"Are you serious?" he asks me, shaking his head. "The hell was that?"

Feeling like I'm about to hear my mother's words come out of his mouth I jump to my defence. "He killed himself-"

"Before that!" he yells as I pull my wrist free. "That was an unarmed soldier and you-" He can't even finish and just motions to the blaster wound, but I know the part he's specifically referring to.

"You need to grow a damn backbone if you think what I just did was unjustified," I spit back at him. "He took a shot at me and I had every right to kill him but I didn't!"

"Because you were interrogating him with a lightsaber and-" he looks at my blaster and I see the blood at it's nuzzle from pushing it into the wound, having broken through the cauterised flesh. "You know what, I see exactly what Leia meant now when she warned me against working with you."

I laugh now, a little dangerously. "Are you serious?"

"I am," he says as the droids try and fail to intervene. "You were specifically ordered not to-"

"I don't care what I was ordered to not do!" I yell, wondering when he's going to get that. "If you haven't noticed my mission is very different to yours and I am the only one trying to get the intel we need and actually act on it!"

"Your mission was to acquire ships, not interrogate a surrendering spy who killed himself before you could!"

"I was going to let him go! I was going to help him!" I yell right back. "And if you want to throw blame around then fine since you were the one who gave him the chance to do it because you were too busy trying to play the good guy!"

At that he turns his head, trying to compose himself before looking back at me and I finally see it. The look. Although sooner than I'd anticipated and his voice is hoarse "I'm not arguing while standing over a dead body. Get whatever the hell you need while I sort out those ships and then we're meeting back at the Echo of Hope. I'll find my own way there with the ships."

"Fine by me Commander," I say and he storms off without another word to me and I'm struggling to keep my own composure I look to one of Hondo's men. "Move the body to somewhere I can examine it privately and find the transport he arrived on."

"Yes Princess," he answers, calling me that far more respectfully than Poe did and with that I go to get what I need. The booster cables and a separate disk to make a copy of the intelligence from the yacht before giving the damn thing over to the Resistance. 

I am getting whatever is on that damn yacht with or without him. I know where Ben is stationed, and if I can find what system the Finalizer frequents then I'm one step closer to ending all of this. 

But as I look down at the blood staining the white fabric I wear, my blaster having brushed against it, a heaviness settles over me at the realisation I couldn't even make it one single day without giving into that anger. Even worse, my attempt at being better still ended the same as my last cursed mission.

In violence.

Jedi Killer that agent called me, maybe I haven't killed any Jedi, but I've sure as hell butchered their legacy. 

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Serendipity (Poe Dameron x Original Female Character) Chapter III: Jawas, sand and a worried pilot

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The planet D'Qar, Outer Rim, 34 ABY

Poe hadn't seen her at breakfast. Most of his time in the cafeteria on D'Qar had been spent looking for the black haired young woman, expecting her to walk through the archway but that never happened. However, he had assumed she simply liked to sleep in or maybe she just hadn't been hungry. After all, they had shared a very late meal the night before. 

So he went on with his day and spent the morning doing some minor repairs on his X-Wing, trying to distract himself from his still missing droid. It worked well, even though he sometimes caught his thoughts drifting towards BeeBee-Ate, missing his distracting chirps. 

When he still hadn't seen her at noon, his feet automatically carried him to her room. Poe found no shame in admitting to himself that he missed her company. Sure, he had his squadron colleagues, yet Sora's presence felt incredibly calming and comfortable. He could feel there was a deep friendship blossoming between them and he wanted to water it.

He patiently knocked on her door, balancing his body on his heels. Surely she had to be awake by now. 

But there were no noises indicating anyone's presence behind the door. Drawing his brows together in confusion, Poe tried his luck again, only to be disappointed once more. Where had she gone to?

Of course, he could have just patiently waited for Sora to show herself somewhen during the day. Maybe she was just relaxing somewhere quiet on the base. D'Qar was safe, so there was nothing to worry about at all. 

Except he was Poe Dameron and patience was not his strong suit. Which is why minutes later, he was checking the hangars, scanning the small crowds for her face. He would recognize her soft, pale features and her strong, determined eyes even from a distant, especially if she kept her long, black waves open. Yeah, he would definitely notice her anywhere, he thought. Especially if she was wearing those tight trousers and leather jacket again. No need to dwell on that now though.

And he did see said dark blue leather jacket. Only not where he wanted to see it. 

The pilot found it draped on top of some crates in what they called the supply hangar. Picking it up, his gaze wandered through the space around him, searching for its new owner. But Sora was nowhere to be seen. He even called out to her and received no answer. And then he noticed the lack of spaceship in the hangar.

That's when worry began to seep into the pit of his stomach. What if she had left? Decided that she didn't like staying here, not even until her friend was back? 

But Poe knew that despite her past as a smuggler, she wouldn't have stolen one of their ships. Although they hadn't known each other for long, he was fully convinced that was not who she was. Distrustful. A thief. 

There was only one person who could provide him with an answer. Brain working on overdrive, he practically ran into the conference room, knowing that he would meet Leia there. Sure enough, the general locked eyes with him, pausing her talk with admiral Ackbar. Something on the pilot's face caused her to excuse herself from the admiral, ushering him and a few others out of the room until it was only the two of them left. 

"Poe, what can I do for you?" Her eyes briefly skipped towards the familiar jacket he carried in his hands and her lips pulled into a knowing smile. 

"Do you know where she is?" There was no need to mention the name. He knew Leia understood who he was talking about. 

The general knew in order to make Poe understand why Sora was off on a mission with her team, she had to tell him everything she knew about the smuggler. Turning on a hologram, Leia switched through a menu to open a file. The picture of a man and a woman he briefly remembered seeing a couple of times appeared before their eyes. He couldn't remember their names. They hadn't really spoken anything more than a couple of polite greetings with each other. And he didn't understand how they related to the matter at hand. 

"When Sora told me how she had ended up on Jakku, the story sounded very familiar," Leia admitted, skipping through the files until a report about an incident on Atrisia came up. "It took me a while till I remembered where I had heard it before. Two years ago, a former stormtrooper named Revan and his female companion Nyra Kess asked to join us. They were on the run from the First Order."

Poe still had no clue how the information was connected to the woman he was looking for, so he only nodded impatiently, motioning for Leia to continue. Where was this going?

"A few years after he had defected, Revan was caught in a small town on Atrisia. Thus, he became a prisoner waiting for his execution. Nyra had hired Sora to save him but the First Order arrived there at the same time as she did. She managed to free him but was badly wounded in the process. Revan and Sora's crewmate left thinking she was dead. Which, as you know, is not true, thanks to a brave unknown stormtrooper. Now, imagine their surprise when they saw each other again this morning."

Surprise and shock overcame Poe. Sora hadn't gone into detail when she had told him about herself. She had only mentioned that a mission had failed but not that the First Order had been involved and that they were the ones who had nearly killed her. How had things gotten so complicated so quickly?

However, she had willingly given up her life to save another. She was more suited for the Resistance than she likely thought. 

"Still, that doesn't explain why she is nowhere to be seen now," Poe found himself saying.

Leia turned off the hologram, clasping her hands behind her back. "Revan and Nyra have been working as smugglers for us ever since they joined, using her ship."

Suddenly, the pieces began to fit together, forming a completed puzzle inside his head. Of course. It made so much sense. And he was happy for her. Happy that she had found part of her old life again through the Resistance. 

And, most importantly, that she would stay.

Noticing the look of realization on his face, Leia smiled. "She will be a great leader to them and an even better addition for the Resistance as a whole. We need new repair parts for the X-Wings as soon as possible. We will need more supplies, weapons and other goods in the future as well. I don't think there is anyone more suited for the job than Team Phoenix."

Instinctively, he clutched her jacket a little tighter. Of course he agreed with Leia but not all of his worries had vanished. "And where exactly did you send them to?"

*****

The planet Tatooine, Outer Rim, 34 ABY

"We can still turn back, you know? Act like the Jawas went extinct and their stuff had already been scavenged. Or maybe we could come up with a story about how they tried to kill us but we bravely fought them off and-"

"Would you just shut up already, Revan?" Nyra gritted her teeth, rolling her eyes in annoyance. "They aren't even that bad. I'd rather deal with hundreds of Jawas than with you right now."

"Excuse me? I'm a joy to be around."

"Only on special occasions."

"I'll remember that the next time you feel lonely at night again."

"Okay, that's enough," Sora intervened, done with the bickering duo. Whatever their relationship status was, they needed to get it together. At least as long as they were on a mission. "Just let me do the talking and we'll be fine."

She could already feel the sweat on her back, caused by the two blazing suns on the horizon. Sand whirled around their feet at the trio crossed the small distance between the Phoenix and the sand crawler. It hadn't been hard to track one down from the sky, the big brown vehicle easily spotted with the ships sensors. Maybe they'd be lucky and wouldn't even have to visit Tatooine's bigger settlements. 

At the sight of the three humans, a horde of tiny Jawas wearing brown, hooded robes approached them eagerly, more than a dozen pairs of orange glowing eyes peering up at them. 

The Jawa trade talk was one of the few languages Sora understood. She had dealt with the species many times in the past, so the skill had naturally developed over time. 

Nodding her head in greeting, Sora stepped to the front of their crew. "We've heard you have some spare ship components. Power compensators, plasma phase coils, shilo pins. What do you want for them?"

Jawas spoke incredibly fast but she managed to catch every important word, translating it to Revan and Nyra. "They said we need to bring them two horns of a canyon krayt dragon. They won't accept anything else." 

"See, I told you this was a bad idea. They're just trying to get us killed," Revan insisted, ignoring the offended sounds coming from the Jawas and the shushing noises Nyra was making.

Sora didn't like the deal either. Three people against a canyon krayt dragon didn't sound like they had high chances of winning. But they really didn't have a choice. Those ship parts were hard to get without paying high sums of credits, something the Resistance didn't have.

"It's a deal."

"You can't be serious? Kriff, you're actually serious." Groaning, Revan ran a hand through his hair, glaring at her. It only took seconds for the look to soften. "For the Resistance, right?"

Thankful that he understood why she had accepted and why this was important, she nodded. "Exactly."

"Alright, let's catch a dragon then." Excitement was audible in Nyra's voice. Clearly, she was happy about their upcoming adventure. 

Sora couldn't deny she was craving the adrenaline as well. Scavenging had been anything but exciting. Moreover, she was quite confident in their skills.

Locating the dangerous animal hadn't been hard at all, thanks to the hints the Jawas had given them. All they had to do was fly to the next settlement.

Parking the spacecraft behind a dune a little further away from the small village, the trio emerged from the hull of the ship and crouched on top of the dune. They carefully peeked over the sand, immediately seeing the terrifying creature. Although the predatory reptile was smaller than other species of dragons, it was still significantly larger than humans. Its light brown skin camouflaged it well out here in the desert. Multiple horns of various sizes were on its head as well as down the length of the back. Rows of razor sharp teeth were only waiting to bite into their next prey.

There was a tail of destruction in the middle of the small village. Screams echoed through the air as humans and other species alike ran from the dragon, desperately trying to seek shelter inside their homes. Or what was left of them.

"How the heck are we gonna kill this beast?" Sora asked, worriedly watching the creature's every movement. The people down there were utterly defenseless, so they had to act fast. But the more she combed her brain for a reasonable answer, the more clueless she felt. No weapon on the Phoenix was big enough to do any serious damage. 

"We can't risk shooting it with the ship's laser cannons," Nyra voiced her observations. "Not with how fast and unpredictable it's moving. We could accidentally kill someone."

"Agreed. You don't happen to have stored some explosives whilst I was gone?"

"Unfortunately not," Revan replied. Slowly, his lips pulled into a knowing grin. "But I do have a trap strong enough to stun this thing."

Not daring to question where he had gotten the unusual and likely expensive weapon from, Sora hummed appreciatively. "That's a good start. Could have mentioned it sooner, actually."

As it turned out, the weapon cupboard of the Phoenix had been expanded considerably, all thanks to Revan. Staring at various types of weapons she had never seen before, Sora worried she might pick one up and accidentally cause the ship to explode. "Kriff, where did you find all of these?"

"I raided the First Order's weaponry and hid them somewhere safe before I deserted." He was undeniably proud of himself. For good reason, she supposed. Rummaging through the deadly items, he picked up four strange looking devices. They were small but heavy cubes made out of some kind of metal. Overall, they didn't look like weapons. "We place them in a square around the dragon, set it off remotely and watch the magic happen."

Sora was a bit sceptic about it. Even if these things did manage to trap the creature, they would still need to kill it afterwards. Oh well, better think about that when they had actually made it that far.

Taking two of the small devices, she quickly stuffed them in the newly tied holster around her waist. "We need to act quick. Take care of yourself but get this done. Let's spread out." 

Motivation speeches weren't really her strong suit but her team didn't look like they needed one anyways. As determined as her, they took one cube each, shared a nod and vanished somewhere into town. 

Sora felt her pulse race in anticipation. Taking a deep breath, she watched the dragon draw dangerously closer towards a small hut in which four children were hiding. No.

She sprinted through the sand as fast as possible. The menacing creature opened its large mouth wide to let out a deafening roar that vibrated through her bones. Her breath hitched as its teeth sunk into the roof, ripping it off easily. Terrified screams sounded from within and through the windows, she could see the scared kids holding onto each other tightly. Kriff, she had to distract the dragon. One more bite and the children would be gone.

She was right behind the beast now. Putting two fingers into her mouth, Sora whistled loudly. "Hey big guy! Over here!" At the sound of her voice, it turned its head towards her, large eyes narrowing at the small human who dared to interrupt it from getting its meal. 

"Leave them alone!" Sora took the chance and whipped out her blaster, firing a single expert shot into its right eye. The dragon flinched, turning around fully with a loud pained roar. She had to duck under its tail, the sharp horns whipping past her much too close to her liking. 

It jammed one foot onto the ground and she had just a millisecond to stumble back or she would have become one with the ground underneath them. "Revan, Nyra, you need to hurry and place those traps. I could use a little help here," she yelled into the com link. 

"Already done. Give us a second!"

Firing her blaster randomly at every part of its body, Sora dogged dozens of sharp teeth multiple times, dancing around the dragon. She had to keep it where it was or else the traps would be useless. Still inside the hut which entrance was being guarded by the smuggler, the children watched the scene with wide eyes, each of them holding their breaths. 

Claws wrapped around her faster than she had anticipated. Her blaster fell from her hands which were currently being painfully pressed against her body. Her lungs burned as her feet dangled in the air. Sora was sure she heard at least one of her ribs cracking. Pained moans left her lips but wiggling her body only made it worse, so she held still. 

"Drop her now, you ugly thing!" 

An explosion ripped through the dragon's side and it roared loudly. Sora could see Revan standing a good distance away, another tiny round bomb in his hand reflecting the suns. "Took you long enough," she uttered.

Now very angry at the man who had caused a small wound on its hard skin, the creature threw Sora's body against one of the huts carelessly. The impact was painfully hard, knocking the breath out of her. For a hot minute, the young woman felt like her back had been snapped in two but then her head hit the surface and she blinked in and out of unconsciousness. The noises from the fight around her faded into nothing as everything became a blurry, distorted version of reality. 

Dank ferrik, she really had to train again. Her body wasn't used to this type of exercise anymore. Groaning, Sora dragged her body upwards using the wall as a crutch. The noises around her become louder again, but everything felt and sounded like she was underwater. Every breath she took was a painful stab in her chest, her likely broken ribs aching. She pushed the pain away for now and held her head, stumbling forwards as her sight slowly returned. 

Nyra and Revan were keeping the dragon busy, using any type of weapon they carried on their bodies. Blaster shots rang through the air, doing next to no damage at all. Nyra's gaze locked with hers and the older woman grimaced at the sight of her. "Kriff Sora, stay back!"

But she couldn't. There were two traps waiting to be set. For their survival. For the survival of the villagers. And for the Resistance. It was an easy job if she would just snap out of it.

So she did. Sora gathered herself and straightened her back, ignoring the pain in every part of her upper body. The first few steps she took were still unsure but then she was running again. The adrenaline was doing its job again. 

Nyra saw her and pointed a finger to a spot a few meters ahead of Sora. "Place one there and the other in a direct line on your other side. That should form a square," she screamed, simultaneously making sure the dragon kept its attention on her and Revan. 

Sora listened without hesitation. She practically threw the devise to its place on the ground, instantly moving back into the other direction. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Revan getting hit by the dragon's tail, throwing his body several feet through the air. 

"Oh you'll pay for that," Nyra yelled angrily, detaching what looked like a pen from her holster. With a klick against a tiny button two long blades extended from both sides, turning the pen into a spear. With a snarl, she ran at the creature and watched it open its mouth in anticipation, expecting to catch her body between the two rows of teeth. But she stopped abruptly and threw the sharp weapon with all of her strength into its mouth. The dragon let out loud sounds of protest, whipping his head around in every direction to get rid of the weapon impaled into its throat. 

Sora placed the last trap down and looked towards Revan, who was being assisted back onto his feet by Nyra. She had run towards him straight after her vengeful attack. "Do it now!"

The pair stumbled back as much as they could before Revan finally pushed a button on his wristband. Just as the spear fell from the dragon's mouth, thick blue glowing strings shot out of the traps, forming a square around the dragon. They wrapped around the defenseless beast like a fishing net, shooting bolts of electricity against it. 

The trio watched it wither in pain for a good while, but neither of them felt guilty for the torture they were causing it. All around them, curious heads peeked out from behind doors, warily eyeing the scene. They were still too scared to leave their shelter but Sora was more than fine with it. Less eyes on them meant less gossip spreading around and the Resistance certainly didn't need that. 

With a final roar, the dragon crumbled to the ground. It wasn't dead yet, only unconscious judging by the slow rise and fall of its chest. 

"So, how do we kill it?" Revan's arm was still wrapped around Nyra's shoulder but Sora could see that he was fine now and didn't actually need her help anymore. Neither of the two seemed to care about it though, both pointedly ignoring the obvious. 

"Don't worry about that." Carefully wiggling out of Revan's grip, Nyra went to retrieve her spear. It looked almost weightless in her hands as she approached the unconscious creature. Having felt Sora's curious eyes on the weapon, she turned and winked at her. "Beskar. Don't ask how I've got my hands on it. But this will surely pierce right through thick dragon skin and bones."

Kriff, Sora was just a tiny bit jealous. Mandalorian steel was rare and usually almost impossible to obtain for non-Mandalorians. However Nyra had managed to get it, it had to have been hard. She was definitely impressed. And she would ask again in the future.

Nyra let her eyes wander over the dragon in front of her, one hand stemmed against her hip. "Now, do you guys know where the heart of this thing is or do we just take a wild guess?"

*****

"I'm gonna shower first!" Revan shouted, sprinting straight towards the refresher. 

Sora made sure to activate the autopilot once the Phoenix had entered hyperspace, the telltale bright blue colours surrounding them. The ship parts they had gotten in exchange for the dragons's horns were safely secured in the storage department.

"Ever heard the phrase 'Ladies first'?" Nyra yelled back from the seat beside the smuggler, rolling her eyes. "What a gentlemen." Huffing, she turned towards Sora, the annoyance visible on her face switching to concern. "Hey, you took quite a hit. Are you okay?"

"Just a few broken ribs. I'm fine." An obvious lie. Sora was sitting as straight and still as possible, trying not to move too much. Breathing alone put a strain on her ribs, pain radiating through her body with every inhale and exhale. It didn't help that her head felt like an AT-AT was trampling on it. But she'd been through worse and would make it through this just fine. The injuries were a natural byproduct of her job. 

Of course Nyra saw right through her. "You're not fooling anyone. The Resistance is a bit tight on medical supplies at the moment, so we don't have any bacta on board. Just hang in there Sora, okay?"

This was not an injury to waste bacta on anyways. Her ribs would heal on their own and with a bit of rest, her concussion would be gone in a couple of days anyways. "Really, I'm fine. Trust me, a blaster shot straight through your abdomen is way worse than this."

Nyra laughed. "True. Hey, you can shower next. You reek of dragon blood." Wrinkling her nose,  she sniffed the air and made a disgusted face.

"Like you smell any better."

"Yeah, but the longer I can annoy Revan with the stench, the better."

"You two are like kids when you're together," Sora chimed in, stating the obvious with a small smile. "Don't know how long I can stand sharing the same ship with you before I'll want to yeet myself into space."

"You'll get used to it, I promise."  

"Unlikely."

The cockpit was engulfed in silence, the two women processing what had happened during the last hours. Despite her injuries, Sora couldn't help but be happy. The thrill of fighting a dragon on a mission had been missed dearly. Finally,  excitement was present again in her life. However, killing any kind of creature never felt right, even such a deadly one. But they had saved lives, that was all that mattered.

"So, how does it feel to be back again? You know, up here," Nyra asked after a while, fingers picking at the dried blood on her arms with a disgusted expression. 

"Good." Sora nodded, lips pulled into a tender smile. "Awesome actually. This is basically all I've ever known. It's like living again."

The older woman next to her hummed, warm brown eyes locking with Sora's. "You know, I never had the chance to truly thank you for saving him. If I had known everything would escalate the way it did, I wouldn't have asked you to do it. But you did it nonetheless. So, thank you, Sora. For giving up everything and bringing him back to me. He's all I have left." Tears gathered in her eyes and a single one managed to escape, slowly traveling down her left cheek. Nyra gently laid her calloused hand on top Sora's. "I don't know what I would do without him. I...I..."

"You love him," Sora whispered, seeing past the hesitation. 

"I love him," Nyra admitted lowly. She took a deep breath, wiping the lone tear with the back of her free hand. "Kriff, I love that man. I do. But...It's...You know, it's..."

"It's complicated," Sora finished the sentence once again. The headstrong woman before her suddenly appeared tiny. Clearly, there was a deeper story behind the mystery that were Revan and Nyra. Between the former stormtrooper and the...Well, she wasn't actually sure who Nyra Kess really was. Back when her and Elijah had accepted the job offer, they hadn't shared any life stories. She had proved she had enough credits to pay and that was all that mattered. 

But it was different now and Sora wanted to get to know her new crewmates better. If they wanted to become a team, it was actually necessary. "That's what Revan told me as well. It's pretty obvious you like each other though. So why not make it official?"

Nyra sighed and leaned back in her seat, closing her eyes. "I still feel so guilty and I'm not sure that'll ever change."

Sora furrowed her brows, not quite understanding what she meant. "Guilty? For what?"

"Revan, he...he was part of the group raiding our Settlement on Corellia. The First Order was newly on the rise, so we had underestimated their danger. They vastly outnumbered us, so we surrendered to save ourselves. Each day, they wanted more and more resources. One day, my brother had enough. Him and some other villagers formed an elaborate plan against them. But they were betrayed by one of their own. The First Order slaughtered all of them except for my brother. They captured and tortured him for weeks. Injured him to the point of near death, only to heal him with bacta and start all over. It was a game for them. Entertainment."

Nyra stayed strong, refusing to shed any more tears. Sora was thankful for she wouldn't know how to console her anyways. It was a sad story but she had never been particularly good with reassuring words. So she simply let her talk.

"Revan couldn't keep on watching. So he tried to help my brother escape. It didn't work. He managed to give him enough time to write me one last letter. A goodbye. Then my brother begged him to end his life for good. He couldn't endure any more suffering. Revan ended his pain and then helped me leave Corellia. He's been on the run from the First Order ever since. We spent some time together on Pasaana but Revan couldn't stay on any planet for long. He left before the First Order could find him and therefore me as well. I put my hacking skills to use and became part of some underground group of criminals. We'd steal all sorts of valuable data from those associated with the First Order and travelled from planet to planet to avoid detection. It's what filled my pockets so well. And it's also how I got to know that Revan had been captured on Atrisia. I wanted to help him like he had helped my brother. It was just my luck you that you and I crossed paths. And well, you know the rest of the story."

Sora didn't know what to say. It was a lot to take in but some things were beginning to make sense. "And you'd feel guilty to be happy with him because he used to be part of the same people that tortured your brother, right?"

Nyra smiled sadly. "Right."

"But Revan proved he is nothing like them. In the end, your brother trusted him. I don't think he'd mind Revan to be your happiness." It was all Sora could offer. Nyra had to come to terms with it herself. She knew it would likely take some time but she had faith that the older woman would put her desires first in the end. 

"Maybe," Nyra mumbled, staring into the endless blue surrounding them. Sora could feel that she didn't want to talk about it anymore.

Loud screeching caught their attention and the two women turned their seats around at the noise. Revan entered the cockpit, sporting a pair of fresh clothes. He was rubbing his wet hair with a towel, singing a song Sora had never heard. His vocals were so off-key that she wanted to cover her ears to escape the horrible noises. 

"Please, stop it," she whined instead. "You sound like a screaming Jawa." Nyra laughed at that.

Revan gasped loudly, putting a hand on his chest. "I do not."

"Nah, Sora's right. Throw on a brown robe and you'd fit right in."

"Why do I feel like you two have already formed an alliance against me."

"Because we have." The two women answered at the same time.

Revan's gaze wandered between them. "You're going to be the death of me. I just know it."

Plopping down in a free seat, he put his hands behind his head, smirking at them. "By the way, I may or may not have used up the last warm water. Guess you have to wait for it to fill up again. Oops."

"The game's on, Revan," Nyra said and held up a hand, not having to wait long for Sora to give her a high five. "Better sleep with your eyes open all the time." 

Sora laughed, at ease with the situation. She almost forgot they were about to land at the base of the Resistance very soon. Where she was a part of a galactic war now. Where Rey and Elijah  were still gone somewhere. But also where more exciting missions were waiting for her. Where Poe was likely already waiting for her to tell him all about their mission on Tatooine. She was sure Leia had already filled the curious pilot in about her new job for the Resistance.

The ship rattled out of hyperspace softly and the green planet appeared behind the windows in front of them. 

"And we're back," Sora announced, readying their freighter for landing. "Activating communication. Team Phoenix approaching, permission to land."

The line stayed silent for a couple of seconds before an unfamiliar female voice responded. "Permission granted. Welcome back."

Sora landed the Phoenix gently, maneuvering it safely back into its hangar. Once the engine was shut down, Revan leaped out of his seat. To everyone's surprise, he went to her, offering her a hand. "You look like you need a crutch. Use me however you like." He smirked at her, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. 

Sora eyed his hand with raised brows and a small smile. "However I like, huh? I think the Phoenix needs some cleaning. So much dried dragon blood in her storage. Grab a sponge and get to work then. Oh, and unload our goods before that."

Revan's smile fell instantly. Nyra chuckled and he glared at her. "Fine, captain. You two better clean up yourself before some of the Resistance members decide to flee because of the smell."

Sora got to her feet, swallowing a pained groan at the ache in her ribs. She had to grip the back of her seat for support until the stars in her vision vanished again. Nyra followed suit, keeping close to her as the two left the ship. Their arms were pressed together. It was her way of supporting Sora without making it too obvious. Nyra would be ready in case Sora did need a crutch after all.

Only a minute later, it turned out she needed someone to hold her hair instead. Emptying the contents of her stomach into a couple of bushes hadn't been on her agenda but she was thankful that the grounds seemed to be void of any people. They had arrived in the middle of the night and the planet of D'Qar was engulfed in darkness once again. 

Behind her, Nyra kept a tight hold on her hair, stroking her back gently with her free hand. "I'm not a doctor but I'm pretty sure you have a concussion as well."

Wiping her mouth with her already dirty shirt, Sora grimaced before she turned towards the other woman. "I agree," she admitted, her eyes moving past Nyra as she noticed something unusual. "All of the X-Wings are gone." Poe's X-Wing was gone.

"What?" Nyra asked, furrowing her eyebrows in question. She followed Sora's gaze. "You're right. Maybe they're on a mission. C'mon, let's ask someone on our way to the infirmary. Don't give me that look. You will get a check-up, maybe even some bacta. We need you healthy and with full strength."

There was no escaping Nyra's determination, so Sora had no choice but to be dragged along. It did worry her a bit that they didn't cross paths with anyone. This didn't feel like a normal mission. Something must have happened while their team had been on Tatooine.

Entering the infirmary, they were greeted by a friendly looking woman in her fifties. Her dark shoulder length hair was streaked with grey and there were wrinkles around her gentle smile. "I'm Doctor Harter Kalonia. You must be our newest member Sora Park. Please, sit down and let me take a look at you."

The smuggler offered her an appreciative smile in return and followed her demand. 

"Hey, do you mind if I go ahead and get cleaned up? I really need that shower," Nyra asked.

"Sure, go ahead. I'll be fine on my own. Goodnight, Nyra." Sora replied without hesitation and waved her off. 

"Thanks. And goodnight. Take care." Waving at her one last time, Nyra hurried back through the doors, leaving Sora alone with the female doctor.

She leaned back on the infirmary bed and let doctor Kalonia do her work. Cold fingers pressed against her ribcage, causing her to groan in pain.

"You've got three broken ribs. I can apply some bacta spray to help the process but it will still take a couple of days for them to heal completely."

Sora hummed. "Aren't you low on medical supplies? I don't want to waste anything on non-life threatening injuries."

Doctor Kalonia laughed softly. "Bacta is indeed an expensive resource for us but the Resistance needs all of its members working on full strength. Without bacta, you won't be able to move properly for weeks. We can't have that."

It made sense, Sora couldn't deny that. "Guess Team Phoenix will have to stock up our supply soon then."

"That would be indeed very helpful. You should propose that idea to Leia, although I doubt she'd allow you to steal it. Now, please follow the flashlight with your eyes."

Sora did as she was told, wincing at the brightness and the headache that flared up instantly. "Not if we steal it from the First Order."

"I suppose not," Doctor Kalonia said, turning off the tiny flashlight. "And a concussion as well. The bacta will heal that within a day or two."

Her heels clicked against the linoleum floor as she walked towards a cabinet filled with medical supplies. Sora waited patiently whilst the doctor applied the bacta spray, the cold liquid numbing most of the pain almost instantly. "Where is everyone?" She finally asked. 

"Takodana. Not long after your departure, we received word that a certain droid and his brave new friends were in need of our help. The pilots and general Leia left immediately."

Sora sat up quickly, wincing when the fast movement caused the pain to worsen again. "BeeBee-Ate and Rey have been found? Are they okay? What happened?"

"Easy now," Doctor Kalonia said, putting her hands on Sora's shoulders. "There was a fight against the First Order. We know that BeeBee-Ate and the other members are already on their way back. As far as we know, there have been no casualties."

So Rey was safe, right? She had to be. And Poe too. 

A weight fell off her shoulders. Albeit, she was a bit sad she had missed an opportunity to kick some stormtroopers asses. But she also remembered that it was better if they thought her to be dead. 

Sora thanked Doctor Kalonia before she made her way back to her room. The bacta made it easier to move. However, it had also made her incredibly sleepy. She all but stumbled into her tiny refresher and quickly scrubbed off the dried blood in the shower. The hot water further eased her pain, so putting on some shirt to sleep in was relatively easy. Once done, she made sure to brush her teeth thoroughly and fell right into bed afterwards. The smuggler was sleeping like a stone not even a second later.

*****

Poe was smiling from ear to ear. His day had been very eventful. The adrenaline from the fight against the First Order on Takodana was still running through his system. Nothing beat flying. Except for flying and eliminating the galaxy's enemies in the process. 

Next to him, Beebee-Ate was happily chirping. Poe was especially delighted to have his little droid by his side again. Flying without him hadn't been the same. And with him, they were now in possession of one half of a map that would lead them to Luke Skywalker. Unfortunately, that meant they had to look for the other half now, with no clue where to start. 

The pilot hadn't expected to see Finn again. Without a doubt, it had been the biggest surprise when the ex-stormtrooper had walked out of the Millennium Falcon. He was still very much thankful that Finn had saved his life and he saw much potential in him. 

Poe had left him with Leia who was eager to have a little chat with him. Which meant the pilot finally had time do what had been nagging him ever since he had landed. 

His feet had carried him towards Sora's room as if on autopilot, her leather jacket tightly clutched in his hands. He had made sure to take it from his room on the way. She'd need it back. She'd probably question we had taken it in the first place. And Poe was not sure he could provide an answer.

When no one had answered his knocking and the room behind the door stayed deathly silent, he opted to check the Phoenix next. Maybe her and her crew were still working on it. After all, the only information he had gotten from communication tower had been that Team Phoenix had arrived just before they had. It was likely that they were still unloading their cargo.

Poe stumbled, barely managing to not fall on his face. "Careful, buddy," he scolded his droid who had bumped into his calf and was now frantically rolling past him. "Hey, I'm just as excited to see her like you. Wait for me!"

BeeBee-Ate beeped happily. I bet she wants to see me more though.

"Now, don't get ahead of yourself. Sora and I are friends. She barely knows you."

I slept in her house. What did you do, huh?

With an offended scoff, Poe hurried after his droid. "I'll have you know that we were roomies as well. Wanna make a bet about who she missed more, buddy?

BeeBee-Ate agreed instantly, chirping determinedly. It sounded way too self-assured for Poe. If I win, I get to stay with her for a whole week. 

"A week?! C'mon, I need your help with my X-Wing. You'd let me do all the work alone?"

Yes.

Poe grumbled unhappily. "Okay. But if I win, which I will by the way, you'll clean my room."

Deal.

The pilot knew he didn't have to worry about losing anyways. Sora had barely spent time with his droid, why should she miss BeeBee-Ate more than him? Yeah, he'd win this bet easily. 

Once the Phoenix appeared before them, BeeBee-Ate didn't waste any time and barreled right up the open ramp, Poe following him at a slower pace. Voices echoed through the ship.

"I'm telling you, cold water alone won't get rid of dried blood. You need to scrub it with chemicals."

"And I'm telling you cold water and salt is all you need. Did you never have to clean up a murder scene?"

"No. No, I didn't."

"Well, then stay quiet and let the expert do it."

"Fine, I'll leave you to it then. Don't mind me watching though. I wanna see you fail."

"Can't wait to hear you admit you were wrong, sweetheart."

Poe was slightly worried now. Murder. Blood. That didn't sound good at all. Still, he followed the voices which lead him straight into the ship's storage department. Two heads turned towards him and the small droid by his side instantly. He'd seen them before in the cafeteria and then just this morning as holograms in Leia's office. But he had never actually talked to them. Nyra and Revan were their names, he thought, hoping he remembered correctly. 

The latter was crouched on the ground, a bloodied rag in his hands. He watched the pilot standing before him curiously, folding his arms across his chest. "And what might you be doing here?"

Poe's gaze wandered from him towards the woman sitting on a crate. She leaned casually against the wall behind her, swinging her legs back and forth. She only waved at him which he acknowledged with a simple nod. 

"Poe Dameron. I'm looking for Sora. Is she here?" He couldn't stop his eyes from searching the room. 

Something Revan noticed. And of course he knew who Poe Dameron was. A very handsome pilot, basically the Resistance's own superstar. Quite sure of his talents too, maybe a bit too much. There was a thin line between arrogance and confidence. 

But most importantly, the ex-stormtrooper knew he had been the one to accompany Sora to the base.

He shared a knowing look with Nyra, forming a silent plan with her. They were experts at communicating without words, probably better than with them actually- No, definitely. 

Quickly trying to look as solemn as possible, he gripped the rag tighter, fixing his gaze on the bloodied fabric. "Sora, she's...she's still in the infirmary. A dragon's grip is very tight, you know. They have sharp claws too. We hadn't seen it coming and the next thing we knew, she went flying."

Poe felt his heart sink all the way to the hard ground. No, it couldn't be. Numbly, he blinked at the dirty rag and all of the dried, deep red blood on the ground. A Dragon. Blood. So much blood. Hers? Claws. Infirmary. 

His thoughts were all over the place, his brain imagining a deeply hurt Sora laying in a bacta tank, various tubes connected to her fragile body. What the kriff had happened on Tatooine?

Poe didn't respond. He turned around and basically sprinted towards the infirmary, heart practically bursting out of his chest. BeeBee-Ate was hot on his trail, keeping up with his pace easily.  

He didn't hear the little giggle which left Revan's mouth. "Oh, he's whipped."

"Was this really necessary?" Nyra asked, raising her brows in question. 

"He needs a little push. Trust me, I know how a man's brain works." 

"You talk as if you actually have one."

The infirmary doors were nearly thrown out of their hinges as the pilot and his small companion entered the room. Doctor Kalonia flinched in surprise, dropping the supplies she was sorting into a cabinet. "Mister Dameron, what are you doing here? Do you require medical attention?"

Poe didn't even look at her, his eyes kept checking every corner around them. "Sora. Where is she?"

The female doctor was confused, watching him carefully. "I sent her to her room to rest. She'll be out of it for a while, I'm sure. Why do you..." But the pilot was already gone again. BeeBee-Ate beeped a small apology before he too vanished. 

Running through the empty corridors, Poe and the astromech arrived in front of Sora's room in the blink of an eye. At least they knew she was not laying in a bacta tank. It was something at least, but it didn't calm his anxiety in any way. 

BeeBee-Ate stuck out a tiny wired arm and knocked it against the door repeatedly. Ever the impatient man everyone knew he was, Poe rattled his knuckles against the steel door, not really caring about waking up the whole dorm. "Sora? Open up please." 

He needed to see her himself. Needed to make sure she wasn't half dead. It's what friends did, he told himself. 

The pilot had to wait a whole minute,  an actual kriffing minute, until a very groggy Sora finally opened the door. Indeed, it looked like she had just risen from the dead, her black hair still slightly damp but tangled everywhere. Her skin was even paler than usual and he could spot some bruises on her arms and her face. She wore nothing but a lilac oversized shirt that went to her mid thighs. The colour felt slightly unnatural to her but suited her incredibly well nonetheless. 

Poe didn't care about any of that at the moment. Gently pushing her back into the room, he invited himself inside, hearing the door close behind him and BeeBee-Ate who was beeping a full on rant continuously, like a mother-hen. Her leather jacket fell to the ground next to them.

"Poe? You're back," Sora whispered, eyes blinking against the dull pain in her head. 

"Tell me you're okay, princess." Very softly to avoid hurting her, he laid his hands on her shoulders, locking his desperate eyes with her sleepy ones.

"I..." She was confused, that much was obvious. His sudden appearance had likely overwhelmed her. Still, he wasn't sorry for his behavior, for his worry. "I'm fine, Poe. Just a couple broken ribs and a concussion. Nothing bacta can't heal." 

Her voice was a gentle whisper in his ears, toning down his concerns. Poe exhaled deeply, pulling Sora into his arms, careful not to crush her. One hand tangled in her hair, he rested her head above his heart, putting his chin atop of it. His other hand caressed her back slowly, using it as a method to calm himself down. 

Sora was stiff as a board at first, the affectionate gesture catching her off guard. Listening to his heartbeat seemed to loosen her and she relaxed against his warm body, wrapping her arms around his middle. 

Poe couldn't help but further lean into the hug. She felt so good in his arms, so warm and natural. His heart skipped a beat and in that moment, he knew he wanted this to be more than a friendship. Maybe this wasn't exactly the perfect timing but in this galaxy, the time would never be right. He just hoped that with time, she would feel the same. Maybe for once in his life, he would be patient. 

"Broken ribs and a concussion isn't what I'd call nothing. Your crew nearly sent me into cardiac arrest when they told me what happened."

"Revan is an idiot. Don't take him too serious next time," Sora mumbled against his shirt. Her eyes were closed again and her breath even. Poe could see she was already halfway asleep again. 

"Did everything work out on Takodana?"

Poe's hand lingered on her back, no longer caressing it. It came to him then that he still had to break the heartbreaking news to her. That her friend Rey had been captured by Kylo Ren. 

That could wait until tomorrow though, he decided. Sora needed to rest first. "I'll explain everything tomorrow. But, you can see for yourself." Loosening his hold just a bit, he nodded his head towards the still beeping droid who was knocking his round body into Poe's leg over and over again, desperately wanting to be acknowledged. "Ouch, buddy. Stop it."

BeeBee-Ate's presence finally registered in Sora's mind and she practically shoved Poe off her, now totally awake again. She crouched down as best as she could without disturbing her ribs. "BeeBee-Ate!" She exclaimed happily, caressing his little dome head. "It's so good to see you again. Are you alright?"

The droid chirped excitedly, spinning around in circles. He spoke so fast that Sora had a hard time catching everything. "Yes, I missed you too. Very much. You look good too, thank you."

It was as if the pilot didn't exist anymore. The two totally ignored him, so invested into their chat that they didn't feel the need to include him. "Of course I missed you more than this guy here. You're not even half as annoying as he is. Also, I could really use your help with the Phoenix. There are some things that need to be adjusted but my team and I can't do it alone. Thank you, you're so kind."

Poe couldn't help but glare at his droid. Especially as Sora gave him a quick hug and BeeBee-Ate dared to send him a smug thumbs up behind her back, using his expendable wired arm. I won the bet, it clearly said. The pilot rolled his eyes in annoyance, yet an affectionate smile threatened to appear on his lips. He liked that his droid and Sora got along so well.

When she released a tired yawn, guilt suddenly overcame him. He shouldn't have woken her up. Yet, he didn't regret it.

"You should get back to bed." He gently guided her towards her bed, giving her shoulder a little squeeze. She understood and laid back, grimacing at the pain surging through her upper body. Poe wanted to make it disappear but he knew the bacta would eventually do its job and she'd be back running around in a couple of days.

"Please tell me the dragon had it worse than you?" He whispered and sat down next to her, pulling the blanket up to her neck.

Sora chuckled lowly. "It's dead."

"Good." He watched her drift off, head lolling to the side. "Goodnight, Sora." Raising one hand, he let it travel through her hair, pulling it out of her face so it wouldn't bother her in her sleep. 

As quietly as possible him and BeeBee-Ate went to leave the room. He made sure to pick up her jacket and hung it on the small wardrobe, not forgetting to switch off the lights on their way out.

*****

Sora woke up to soft knocking against her door. Once again. This time, it was much easier to sit up. The pain in her head had dulled down to a very bearable headache and she was sure that by the end of the day, it would be gone completely. Her ribs still ached with every movement but breathing was much easier now. All in all, there was nothing binding her to the bed.

Stretching her limbs as best as she could, she opened the door and was surprised to be greeted by BeeBee-Ate. Ah, so her encounter with the droid and a certain pilot hadn't been a dream after all. Somehow, that thought caused her to blush and she wanted to slap it off her face instantly.

"Good morning BeeBee-Ate. What brings you to me?" 

The droid chirped excitedly and proudly told her about the bet he had won. Sora chuckled at the revelation, shaking her head in endearment. "I'm glad to have you all for myself for a whole week too, buddy. We're gonna have so much fun together. You don't mind me rubbing it in Poe's face, do you?"

Not at all.

"Great. Let me get dressed and then we can grab something to eat. I'm starving. Maybe we can meet Rey there. Maker knows she needs to try the buffet here. She'll love it." She left the droid waiting in her bedroom, brushing her teeth and putting on new clothes in the refresher. 

BeeBee-Ate beeped sadly and explained what had happened on Takodana, causing Sora to quickly throw on a loose, slightly cropped white sweatshirt and a pair of black cargo pants. She left her hair down, brushing through the black waves and deeming it just fine that way. "What do you mean Rey is not here?" She asked, walking back into the room to look at the droid. Worry was beginning to seep into her thoughts. 

More sad beeps followed. This time, they had Sora cursing in languages she didn't even know she was capable of speaking. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and pinched her forehead. "So Kylo Ren is gonna use his stupid mind tricks to torture the map out of her? Great. Just great. We can never get a break, can't we? Well, guess we just have to kidnap her back then, don't we?"

BeeBee-Ate was concerned now. "No, nothing can stop me from trying, not even Leia. We'll find her and we'll get her back. Hey, you better not tell Poe about this, okay? I have a feeling he would definitely find a way to stop me."

The droid was hesitant to agree but knew she was right. Given his reaction last night, he'd probably lock her into her room if she dared to suggest sneaking onto a First Order ship with her tiny crew of three. And she highly doubted Leia would green-light a big mission to save one person from the tight clutches of non other than Kylo Ren, a powerful Jedi under the protection of Snoke and thousands of stormtroopers. Besides, with the second half of the map to Luke Skywalker missing, the Resistance had other things to worry about.

But she wouldn't let Kylo Ren touch a single strand of hair on her friend's head. Under no circumstances.

"C'mon, we'll discuss this with Nyra and Revan after breakfast," she said, quickly tying the laces of her black boots. "I need a cup of caf first. Or maybe two or three. Hey, what's my jacket doing here?" She was sure she had left it in the hangar before they had taken off. 

BeeBee-Ate innocently declared he had no idea either. Which simultaneously told her everything she needed to know. That Poe had brought it to her room. In her head, she imagined him finding it in an empty hangar. And because she already knew how curious and impatient he was, he had likely gone straight to Leia to get answers. 

Really, Poe was quite predictable when it didn't concern flying.

Sora raised her eyebrows at the astromech. "You're a bad liar." And apologetic beeping was his answer.

The two of them made their way through the corridors, seeing lots of people she had never seen before. They greeted her with friendly smiles and she gave her best to return most of them. The cafeteria was just beginning to fill with people slowly as her and BeeBee-Ate made their way to the buffet. It was still early in the morning. Filling her tray with more delicacies than she could probably stomach, she grabbed a big mug of caf as well. 

"Sora! Over here!" Shouting caused her to turn around, eyes wandering all over the room until they landed on a frantically waving Revan. Him and Nyra were occupying a table in one of the corners, their own trays filled to the brim. 

"Good morning," she mumbled and plopped down on a free chair in front of them. 

"Morning," Nyra returned, stuffing some fruits into her mouth. "How are you feeling?"

Sora waved her off, taking a sip from the hot beverage in her mug. "Way better. Give me one or two more days and I can slay another dragon."

"That's the spirit." Revan leaned back, plopping grapes into his mouth. "The Phoenix is shining again. No blood left anywhere." He winked at her. "Tell me, did you have a visitor last night? Soft curly hair, abs to die for and the flirtiest smile of the Resistance?"

The smuggler narrowed her eyes at him. "What did you tell him? He seemed like he thought I was on the brink of death."

Revan shrugged his shoulders, grinning smugly. "I might have exaggerated the truth a tiny bit. Honestly, can't really remember though. It's been a while."

"Sure. Anyways, this little guy here will help us this week. BeeBee-Ate, those are Nyra and Revan." Pointing at BeeBee-Ate who chirped happily in return and quickly explained why he was with them, she drank more caf, already feeling the effects. This was exactly what she had needed to sharpen her senses. The perfect base to form a plan on how to get Rey back.

"An apprentice? Nice," Nyra said, smiling at the droid. "Don't worry, after this week, you'd never even want to go back to that pilot of yours." Gaze locking on something behind Sora, she perked up and wiggled her eyebrows teasingly. "Isn't that right?"

Sora felt a soft squeeze on her shoulder before the empty chair next to her was pulled back. She knew who it was without looking, yet she couldn't help but sneak a look at him. The smile sent her way was returned but when Poe kept his gaze locked on her, she caught herself angling her body towards his, so it was easier to look at him whilst filling her stomach. 

"I was wondering where my droid was when I woke up. Guess he was eager to see you." The pilot glared at BeeBee-Ate but it was obviously fake. "Tell you what buddy, I'm not gonna miss you one bit the next seven days. I promise you that. So no need to act so smug."

Liar. 

Sora chuckled, silently agreeing with the astromech. "I don't mind sharing custody. You can visit anytime you want." Kriff, did she really just say that? She wanted to cringe badly.

Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Revan smirking at her, clearly enjoying where this was going. She just knew what kind of jokes where going through his head and she hoped he would keep them to himself. 

Unsurprisingly, he didn't.

"Talking about children already? Tell us, what did you do all alone in her room?"

She felt heat spreading across her cheeks and scolded herself for it. But the way Poe looked at her told her he thankfully wouldn't take Revan's bait. Instead, he spread his arm on the back of her chair, laying a calming hand against the top of her back. Now, a different kind of warmth tingled in her body. "What friends do is check up on each other. Which is all I did, mate." 

"Good. That means we can accept you as her 'friend', Poe Dameron." Revan had turned serious and that was all it took for Sora to understand what he was really hinting at. He was looking out for her. 

It was unusual, especially coming from him. She realized they had already grown much closer than she had anticipated. Normally, it would have been Elijah acting like a big brother. But things had turned out differently and now it seemed like Revan was trying to fill that role. Did he feel obligated to do it? Or had everything that had happened to them really caused a tight bond to form in such a short amount of time? 

She found herself leaning more towards the latter. It was nice to have close friends. Smart even. And rare. As a smuggler, she had always only had Elijah, and later only Rey. Never more than one friend at a time. This was definitely a good change.

"Hey Sora, not to alarm you or anything, but there is this guy staring at you," Nyra brought her back to the present. She was looking at someone behind Sora with narrowed eyes. "Like, really staring, I'm saying totally gobsmacked. It's like he's seeing a ghost."

Curious, Revan's gaze followed the direction Nyra's finger was pointing at. Both Poe and Sora turned around as well, wanting to see who she was talking about. 

Sure enough, as Sora locked eyes with a tall brown-skinned young man who was indeed staring at her like she was a ghost, the tray in his hands fell to the ground with a loud clatter. The noise instantly killed any conversation inside the cafeteria as all eyes went towards the scene. 

"You're alright, Finn?" Poe asked, looking at the tall handsome man he called his friend in concern. 

Ah, so that was the stormtrooper who had helped Poe escape from the First Order. The one the pilot had been shouting for when she found him in the desert on Jakku. Meaning he was also the man who had fled the planet with Rey and the Millennium Falcon. Sora was glad to see he was alive and well.  

Finn stayed as still as a statue, his eyes never leaving hers. Just as she opened her mouth to speak, he beat her to it, lips stretching into a relieved smile. And what he said did nothing but confuse her even more.

"You're alive. I can't believe it, you're alive."

[ivystoryweaver]

The Only One

Episode 7

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Summary: The last time you saw Poe was right before he blew up Starkliller Base - a huge victory for the Resistance. Things go to hell after that and you are separated from Poe, needing to rely on your instincts...and the Force. A huge secret starts to be revealed.

a/n: This Episode glosses over the events in the film The Last Jedi. You don't have to be knowledgeable about the sequel films to continue the story - everything that relates to Elia is summarized here. She is a bit separate from Poe during film events, so this is not a re-telling.

Pairing: Poe Dameron x female original character. Fic is written in second person, but the female "you" has a name (It reads basically the same as any other xreader)

Word Count: 1.6k

Content: violence, action, little angst (no more than in the films), not beta'd

PREVIOUSLY on "The Only One"...

He turned around one more time, granting you another sweet smile. “Wait for me, Ells. I’ll be right back.”

Somehow his humor and good nature gave you hope. Poe always gave you hope.

“May the Force be with you,” you whispered to no one really. Or, to all of them.

The next week was hell.

Which was, perhaps, what a demon like yourself deserved.

At first, the Resistance buzzed with the thrill of victory. Poe and his team destroyed Starkiller Base after Rebel legends Han Solo and Chewbacca worked together with the stormtrooper who defected and a young woman named Rey.

But before you could celebrate or have much of a reunion with Poe, the stormtrooper, who you learned was named Finn, was sent to medical in critical condition, while Rey supposedly flew away to find Luke Skywlaker.

Kylo Ren had murdered Han Solo.

You thought taking out Starkiller Base would give the Resistance a huge advantage in the uphill battle against the First Order, but the New Republic had suffered tremendous losses, crippling, if not obliterating support for the Resistance.

Your assignment kept you apart from Poe for days, so you hadn’t seen him since that fateful moment directly before the Starkiller Base battle.

...where he kissed you and asked you to wait for him.

So many had been lost since then - the chaos, nonstop. After the most recent attack took out most of Resistance command, someone named Holdo took over.

You were dying to see Poe, desperate to see for yourself that he was okay. Every time something else exploded, you felt sure you’d receive a report of his death. The stress piled up as you worked separately from Poe, thinking he might die, or you might die.

To make a desperate situation worse, the attack on the ship's bridge left Leia seriously wounded. And directly before Holdo took command, Poe was demoted, which infuriated you.

And, aside from the fact that you were (thankfully) able to focus, or hyper focus, as it were, on computer programming and other computer tech needs, the news of Commander Dameron's demotion was all you could think about...

...or talk about.

Thankfully, Perrha was with you for the past few days and was a wonderful grounding force for you.

Now, the Resistance was trying to safely land transports on the planet Crait.

Everyone watched in horror as one after the other, the First Order blew them out of the sky. You kept yourself busy working, tears streaming down your face at the thought of Poe being on one of those obliterated ships.

Poe felt the same way.

After maybe the worst week of his life (aside from when his mom died), Poe woke up from the little nap Leia's stun gun gave him. He listened patiently as Leia explained Holdo's plan, then watched in horror as transport after transport was obliterated.

"Where's Elia?" He asked Leia, as if she might somehow know. He had lost too many today, not only on the bridge, but when some of his closest friends died in the hangar explosion.

Leia shook her head, unsure.

Poe stared out into space. "Which one is she on?" He murmured, thankful that his new friend Finn was at least safe for the moment. Hopefully.

The planet's surface was so close. You and Perrha might make it through this. But who could be sure what awaited you on Crait, with the First Order bearing down hard?

As you entered the planet's atmosphere, the transport closest to yours exploded - near enough to your own that the blast and debris wreaked havoc. You were taking serious damage - hit hard enough to crash, just not to explode instantly like the neighboring transport.

Everyone around you was astoundingly calm, focused and professional, but a crash landing would not be avoidable.

Perrha's eyes met yours frantically as fire, debris and smoke filled the transport.

"We're not gonna make it," they gasped, coughing from all the smoke.

Panic gripped your heart. You didn't want to die. For once in your life, you really wanted to live and not just in terms of survival. You wanted to help the Resistance. You wanted them to win. You needed to learn about the Force, and ascertain from Leia if you were truly doomed to be a servant of the darkness.

Perrha was your friend and so was Poe. Your very best friend. Your heart broke as you thought of never seeing him again. It couldn't end this way.

So instead of giving in to despair, you opened yourself up to the flow of energy - no. The Force. A wall of fire swept through the transport.

"No." Your voice could barely be heard over the commotion. It wasn't a plea but a command.

Perrha cried out your name as you stretched out your hands and literally pushed the fire backward.

Your breathing steadied, your countenance - a mask of serenity. Your eyes fluttered closed as the Force surrounded you, flowed through you.

The fire would not touch you. Nor Perrha.

The remaining Resistance fighters watched from their transports, in awe, as a transport-on-fire gently touched down on the planet's surface.

You heard nothing. You only felt.

Calm.

Finally, you heard Perrha screaming your name. "This thing is gonna blow, come on!" They quite literally jerked you away - your boots thumping on the planet's surface as you ran for your life.

The ship exploded, knocking the survivors to the ground with a concussive force - dangerous, but not fatal.

Your ears rang, dusty salt filled your lungs, but Perrha hauled you up. You ran again, as fast as you had ever in your life.

The First Order had entered the planet's atmosphere and took up position at the mine entrance - the old Rebel base. Unfortunately, your transport's crash left you quite far away on foot. But thankfully, the First Order would assume your exploded crash site would leave no survivors - giving you time to run.

A battle raged overhead and in the distance. Blaster and cannon fire, and boot prints turned the ashy, salty surface blood red.

Your group finally made it to the mine, but there was no getting in the front entrance. The huge blaster door was sealed, but under heavy attack.

"Is there another way in?" You wondered aloud.

"Is there another way out?" Perrha countered, panicked. "Are they trapped in there?"

Your ragtag team rallied, determined to find a way to either get in to the safety of the mine, or help the remaining Resistance fighters escape, if they were trapped.

Suddenly you saw an old rust bucket ship zoom overhead and land at the edge of a shallow cliff.

Your team arrived just in time to see a young woman...making dozens of piles of rocks...float. This action served to clear a blocked path, allowing the Resistance fighters to escape the mine.

You saw the stormtrooper, Finn. The young woman must be Rey. You were so distracted by her dazzling display of the Force, that you almost didn't notice that just beside Finn...

was Poe.

Finn raced into Rey's arms for a hug, but it was Poe who noticed your ash-covered, singed, rag-tag crew, confused, for a moment, as to why you would have appeared with Rey.

"Elia," he breathed, pushing his way past anyone and everything in his path, including the huge boulders Rey had lifted moments before.

You were an adorable mess, most of your hair had tumbled out of your twin buns. Soot tarnished your cheeks and clothes. By some miracle your unlaced boots stayed in place while you ran for your life.

As Poe clambered toward you, your hands anxiously grabbed for your backpack straps…only to come up empty.

“M-my backpack,” you gasped, frantically touching your arms and chest.

Okay, people were dead.

Your transport crashed and exploded.

You only survived because you wielded the Force and ran for your life.

The First Order was bearing down.

Poe was alive!

But your brain?

“My backpack,” you repeated, desperately, craving the familiar soothing touchstone of its frayed straps.

“Here, sweetheart,” Poe gently offered, reaching for the fallen strap, to pull it back onto your shoulder. “Looks like the other one got burned.”

Which meant…

You grabbed for the other strap urgently, realizing the little pack might have been destroyed, leaving your wings out in the open.

Poe, so relieved to see you alive, wishing with all his heart that the could throw his arms around you, tried to understand…

“No, no no …” You shook your head, eyes wide with horror.

“Ells?” He asked, confused, holding up his hands in a supplicating manner, trying to show you he wouldn’t touch you if you didn’t want him to. “Baby, are you hurt?”

“I can’t…my backpack,” you gasped, short of breath. “I can’t…” Shaking your head rapidly, you backed away, running into Perrha…who got a look at your exposed back.

“Oh, Elia. A-are you - w-what happened…” they trailed off, glancing at Poe, confused at the sight of your tightly furled, dark wings. Perrha wasn’t sure if you were burned, or what was going on.

“What is it?” He demanded. “Is she hurt?” He reached for your arm to turn you around, but before his hand made contact, you clenched your fists and cried out.

“No!”

…sending tiny bits of rock flying outward from you body in every direction.

This got Rey’s attention.

As far as the young Jedi trainee knew, she and Leia were the only ones capable of this sort of thing.

Poe backed away, stunned, brushing bits of gravel from his face and hair, exchanging worried glances with Perrha, but determined to make sure you were all right.

He thought to approach you, but stopped short at a miraculous sight.

Your hair had tumbled down, beautiful and wild, your eyes closed in concentration.

Hands clenched by your sides, you held yourself still as bits of rock and earth circled you slowly.

And behind you, dark, slick wings unfurled.

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MEET OUR BEN & REY --- Star Wars: The Chosen One (Episode X) Fan Film

Actors Madeleine Norton and Daniel Davenport play the main leads of Rey and Ben Solo, respectively, for our up and coming FAN FILM TRILOGY (once again, not official!) set to release in December 2024! And with them we also have OUR Poe Dameron, Norra Wexley, Wedge Antilles, and Darth Zanos/Cal Kestis --- respectively, Tony Rescigno, Donna Heffernan, Charles Wilson, and Kyle Bargoot.

Maddie comes from an classical acting pedigree, having done theater for the majority of her young years and she graduated with a bachelors degree in fine arts for drama. As a classically trained actress, she also brings many accents to the project, perfectly capturing the voice of Rey. She's as close to Daisy Ridley as we could get and she has a passion for the character that we love. And she's about the nicest person we've ever met, too!

Daniel is a complete contrast to Maddie, but the two compliment each other so well and have amazing chemistry in these roles. He's brand new to this field, only having done a few voice acting projects prior. But we can absolutely tell you that Daniel is a diamond in the rough and we intend to see him through as his "acting family" for the rest of his life. His voice is so perfect for Ben Solo! We love him and we're sure you'll love him too!

We're also so excited to tell the love story of Norra Wexley and Wedge Antilles which most folks haven't been privy to as their story was mainly told in the trilogy of novels called, "Aftermath". Wedge is an iconic original trilogy character and his story really gets fleshed out in those books and it deserves to be seen on the screen. These two were friends for decades and then after the tragic death of Norra's husband, they finally find each other much much later in life. Donna and Charles are Off-Broadway stage actors who have been friends for decades. Charles brought Donna into the project. He said she was perfect for it, and he was 100% percent right. We only auditioned 1 Norra, and Donna was it. As best friends IRL they bring great chemistry to their roles. Wait until you hear them guys! And because Maria has a deep love for all things Poe Dameron, she wanted to tell the story of the tumultuous love affair he had, that started as teenagers, with the formidable Zorii Bliss. That little Spice Runner burned her name across his heart and he has carried that torch for the better part of over a decade, as told in the canon novel, "Poe Dameron: Free Fall". Our Zorii could not join us on this day, but we have the incredible talent that is Tony Rescigno, a film and voice actor who most recently voiced characters in the Diablo IV video game who now takes on the task of Poe Dameron. Lastly we couldn't leave this pair out of "The Lovers Chat" showcase because well, Maria is heavily involved in the video game industry as CEO and President of The Last Prophecy Gaming, Inc. Her work within this franchise is well known and she holds a special place for Cal Kestis and of course also for that sly, revengeful little nightsister, Merrin. And yes, Cal and Merrin will cameo in our fan trilogy, starting with Episode 11, and Cal will be a Grandmaster Jedi by this timeline, and quite old... with children and grandchildren of his own. Hybrid children (half Dathomirian, half Human) with his beloved wifey! Bet they'll have some lessons to teach Ben and Rey, well all of them, we are sure.

Like Dan, Kyle is also pretty new to acting and has only served a few projects here and there. We loved him so much, we gave him two roles --- that is the brooding apprentice to Darth Maladi, Darth Zanos and the big one, Cal Kestis.

So REJOICE #REYLOS --- we're bringing you guys the happy ending that #BenSolo and #Rey deserved, PLUS more love-filled stories to fawn over because Star Wars is full of them!

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The generals darling (yandere!Armitage hux x reader) WIP

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/7oM1LR9

by CannibalCorpse193

The reader and hux are reunited childhood friends who both had a similar life for the most part and were separated in college aka military training but end up meeting again because kylo ren seems to has been dating the heroic lieutenant. As the events of the sequel trilogy happen kylo through the force finds out his soulmate is rey and breaks it off with the reader leaving hux to take them and slowly mold everything around then to make Y/N fall for him and get the thrown he deserves even if he hasn't to somehow murder snoke himself or even team up with kylo ren. In the end is it worth it and will you save him like he has saved you even if your trapped and forced to be his queen/king...even if there's nothing left but him and the first order. Either way your trapped with your new genocidal soulmate who murdered your abusive family for you 🤭❤ so romantic (WIP may change it up a bit give me suggestions if you want it's much appreciated)

Words: 281, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con

Categories: Multi

Characters: Ben Solo, Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Reader, Kylo Ren, Armitage Hux, Rey (Star Wars), Snoke (Star Wars), Phasma (Star Wars), Dopheld Mitaka, Finn (Star Wars), Poe Dameron, Leia Organa, Original First Order Characters (Star Wars), Original Droid Characters (Star Wars), Original Resistance Characters (Star Wars), Millicent the Cat (Star Wars)

Relationships: Armitage Hux/Reader, Armitage Hux & Reader, Armitage Hux/You, Armitage Hux & Millicent the Cat, Armitage Hux & Snoke, Kylo Ren/Rey, Kylo Ren/Reader, Kylo Ren & Reader, Kylo Ren & You, Snoke & Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Rey & Ben Solo

Additional Tags: Character Death, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Torture, Implied/Referenced Cheating, Soulmates, Yandere, Attempted Murder, Murder, Psychological Torture, Torture, Platonic Relationships, Manipulation, Force Mind Reading (Star Wars), Reader-Insert, Genocide, Paranoia, Unhealthy Relationships, Almost Kiss, Romantic Soulmates, Exes, Childhood Sweethearts, Childhood Friends, Childhood Trauma, Near Death Experiences, Manipulative Relationship, Emotional Manipulation, Forced Marriage, Abusive Relationships, Abusive Parents, Force-Sensitive Reader

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/7oM1LR9

[vibrantbirdy]

Asks for Character x Reader Fic Requests Now Open!

Hi Tumblr,

My Asks are currently open for Character x Reader Fic Requests.

IMPORTANT: Before requesting, please read the Guidelines below.

Thank you everyone who has given me amazing prompts so far and for your kind words and your interactions. Guidelines Characters I will write for: Star Wars - Kylo Ren or Ben Solo - Cal Kestis - Cassian Andor - Obi-Wan Kenobi (any era) - Anakin Skywalker (pre-Vader) - Luke Skywalker (any era) - Din Djarin - Poe Dameron - Finn Other Fandoms - Dr Daniel Jackson (Stargate SG-1) - Commander Mills (65) - Tenth Doctor (Doctor Who) - Any character (Lord of the Rings Trilogy) - Main crew (Star Trek TNG)

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I will try to answer as many requests as possible but please understand that I probably won't feel an affinity with every single prompt that comes in. Please don't be offended if it looks like I haven't picked your request up and feel free to try again with something different in the future.

I will try to get to requests as soon as possible, but please remember I do, unfortunately, have real life to contend with too.

What do you want?:

Type of fic: Generally for requests I will write Character x Reader. However, if you want something that focuses on a Character x Canon/Implied/Potential Pairing or a Character x OC just let me know and I'll see what I can do.

Specify Reader Type: Default will be Character x Female Reader just because that's what I have most experience writing, but if you would prefer Character x Gender Neutral Reader or something different please let me know and if I pick up your request, I will try my best!

Length: Most of my fic will be between 1000 and 5000 words. If you have a length in mind please let me know, otherwise I will just go with the flow.

Prompt: Remember to give me information on what you would like the basic details of the story to be. These can be specific or general but I need something as a starting point.

Genres I will write for:

Action/Adventure

Romance

Gen

Fluff

Enemies to Lovers/Allies/Friends

Hurt/Comfort and mild Whump

Mild Angst

Smut (please, don't be shy to ask - ask anonymously if you want! - but bear in mind I may be a little more selective about smut than other types of requests. If you request adult content you must be 18+.)

What I won't write about (this is not an exhaustive list):

Sexual Violence/Non-con

Severe Trauma

Heavy Angst

Extreme Violence

Infidelity or Love Triangles

All my fic will be clearly labelled with warnings and anything 18+ will be clearly marked so please heed these indicators before reading.

Thank you all so much!

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My original Character x Reader fics

Title: No Survivors Fandom: Star Wars: Skywalker Saga Genres: Sci-Fi; Action/Adventure; Enemies to Allies; Whump; Hurt/Comfort and Romance if you squint. Setting: Pre The Force Awakens Characters: Kylo Ren x Female Reader Chapters: 1/1 (Complete) Word Count: 3347 Warnings: Detailed descriptions of injury/aftermath of injury (non-fatal impalement); descriptions of emergency/makeshift medical treatment; mild descriptions of death from a crashed ship; mild sexuality; mild/canon typical swearing Pairings: Kylo Ren x Female Reader

Summary: You are Resistance fighter who has been captured. You are in transit aboard a First Order transport destined for an Imperial prison on the swamp moon of Delka 6. When a violent electromagnetic storm brings down the ship, you appear to be the only survivor. That is until you come across Supreme Leader Snoke's primary warlord, Kylo Ren, amid the wreckage. The volatile Ren is injured and you have to decide whether you can put your reservations aside to help him in the aftermath of the crash.

Completed Reader Requests Title: Crush Fandom: Star Wars: Skywalker Saga Genres: Sci-Fi; Romance; Fluff Setting: Sometime later on in the Force Awakens Characters: Poe Dameron; Female Reader Pairings: Poe Dameron x Female Reader Chapters: 1/1 (Complete) Warnings: None :) Perhaps extremely mild, fluffy, sexuality Summary: You working for the Resistance on D'Qar, and Wing Commander Poe Dameron has a crush on you - he's surprisingly awkward about it.

Title: Charade Fandom: Star Wars Setting: Between Andor and Rogue One Genres: Sci-fi; Romance; Enemies to lovers; Action/adventure; Fluff Warnings: in keeping with tone of Andor/Rogue One - moderate sexuality; moderate swearing; mild violence/peril; brief mentions of loss of family/friends by Reader. Pairing: Cassian Andor x Female Reader Chapters: 1/1 (Complete) Word Count: approx 10k (oops) Summary: You and Captain Cassian Andor have to negotiate your personal differences and difficult history when you are both assigned to go on an undercover operation to the Galaxy's playground for the super-rich, Canto Bight, as a married couple.

Title: Relics Fandom: Star Wars: The Skywalker Saga Setting: Pre the Phantom Menace to post the Kenobi Series. Genres: Sci-fi; Romance; Minor Angst Warnings: mild/moderate sexuality; mild references to Reader family losses due to old age; mild references to the Empire being baddies and doing baddie things Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi x Female Reader Chapters: 1/1 (Complete) Word Count: c.5k Summary: You and Obi-Wan Kenobi have a connection that spans decades as your lives intersect throughout the years. Will you find each other again in the most unlikely of places?

Title: Proximity Fandom: Star Wars Jedi Fallen Order/Survivor Games Setting: Prior to events of Jedi Survivor Genres: Sci-fi; Romance; Fluff - This is tooth-rotting fluff with a little added spice as requested ;) Warnings: This fic is 18+ so please heed and respect the adult rating. Descriptions of sexual longing/arousal; strong consensual sexual content - nothing too descriptive but probably on the borderline of (hopefully still sweet) smut. Pairing: Cal Kestis x Female Reader Chapters: 1/1 (Complete) Word Count: approx 5.5k (Because I have no self control) Summary: You are an accomplished Coruscanti thief who has been recruited by the Rebel Jedi, Cal Kestis. As you join him and his crew on their adventures aboard the Mantis, you and Cal have to navigate your growing feelings for each other.

Title: Familiarity Fandom: Star Wars Jedi: Fallen Order and Survivor games Setting: Prior to the events of Survivor Genres: Sci-fi; Romance; Action/adventure; Fluff; Angst; Hurt/Comfort Warnings: Canon typical combat violence; canon typical death/angst/survivor's guilt relating to Order 66; mild sexuality; one claustrophobic scene due to ruined temple adventuring; SPOILERS for Jedi: Fallen Order and minor ones for the set up to Survivor. Pairing: Cal Kestis x Reader Chapters: 1/1 (Complete) Word Count: c.8k (this one got away from me!) Summary: Believing each other lost to the brutal purge of the Emperor's Order 66, ten years after you were separated from your childhood best friend during the systematic eradication of the Jedi Order, you and Cal Kestis are finally reunited amid the strange Temple ruins of an ancient civilisation.

Title: Frequency Fandom: Star Wars: Skywalker Saga Genres: Sci-Fi; Action/Adventure; Enemies to Allies; Hurt/Comfort Setting: Post The Last Jedi, Pre The Rise of Skywalker Main Characters: Kylo Ren x Female Reader Chapters: 1/1 (Complete) Warnings: Mild/canon typical battle violence; mild/canon typical swearing Summary: You are Rey's long lost sister - a powerful force wielder - and you encounter Supreme Leader, Kylo Ren, as you both search for something.

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Cassian Andor x Reader (Original)

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hmmmmm i've been requesting maul x reader ships a couple times but they're always rejected... so do you accept reader fic or are you fucking liars 🤔

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Mod C here—unless you nominated the same Maul/Reader-insert ships more than five times, I'm the mod who handled all your nominations. While I appreciate your dedication, the majority of said-noms unfortunately did not meet the requirements.

We currently have 680 nominations in the tag set. Out of these, 32 are reader-inserts—including Darth Maul/Reader, Darth Maul/Original Male Character(s)/Reader, and Darth Maul/Savage Opress/Reader.

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✅ Leia Organa/Han Solo; ✅ Lando Calrissian/Leia Organa/Han Solo; ✅ Leia Organa/Revan; ✅ Leia Organa/Female Revan; ✅ CC-1010 | Fox/Leia Organa; ✅ Alpha-17/Leia Organa; ✅ Leia Organa/Reader; ✅ Leia Organa/Female Reader; ✅ Leia Organa/Nyota Uhura (Star Trek); ✅ John Boyega (RPF)/Poe Dameron; ✅ Leia Organa/Original Character; ✅ Leia Organa/Other(s).

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❌ Leia Organa & Han Solo; ❌ Lando Calrissian/Leia Organa & Han Solo; ❌ Lando Calrissian & Leia Organa & Han Solo; ❌ Fox/Leia Organa; ❌ Alpha/Leia Organa; ❌ Leia Organa/You; ❌ Leia Organa/Shy!Reader; ❌ James T. Kirk/Spock; ❌ John Boyega/Oscar Isaac; ❌ Leia Organa/Original Jedi Character; ❌ Leia Organa/Tentacles.

[paulskies]

Star wars the last jedi

The Last Jedi is part of a new trilogy of films announced after Disney's acquisition of Lucasfilm in October 2012. It was produced by Lucasfilm president Kathleen Kennedy and Ram Bergman and executive produced by The Force Awakens director J. J. Abrams. John Williams, composer for the previous episodic films, returned to compose the score.

Yoda

Yoda was a legendary member of the Jedi Council as a Grand Master of the Jedi Order and member of a mysterious species capable of living for centuries. He was stronger than most in a connection to the Force and though he was small in size, he'd been so powerful and wise having had trained Jedi for several centuries.He is a small, green humanoid alien who is powerful with the Force and is a leading member of the Jedi Order until its near annihilation.

Darth vader

Darth Vader is a fictional character in the Star Wars franchise. The character is the central antagonist of the original trilogy and, as Anakin Skywalker, is one of the main protagonists in the prequel trilogy. Star Wars creator George Lucas has collectively referred to the first six episodic films of the franchise as "the tragedy of Darth Vader,has become one of the most iconic villains in popular culture, and has been listed among the greatest villains and fictional characters ever. His masked face and helmet, in particular, is one of the most iconic character designs of all time.

Boba fett

With his customized Mandalorian armor, deadly weaponry, Boba Fett was once regarded as one of the most fearsome and capable bounty hunters in the galaxy. An unaltered genetic clone of his father, bounty hunter Jango Fett, Boba learned combat and martial skills from a young age,the armor that he wears was passed down by his father, and he considers it his birthright, but not something he has necessarily earned in the eyes of the Mandalorian.

Chew baca

Known as Chewie to his closest friends, he was part of a core group of rebels who restored freedom to the galaxy during the reign of the Galactic Empire. Known for his short temper and accuracy with a bowcaster, Chewie also has a big heart and unwavering loyalty to his friends.Chewbacca, known affectionately to his friends as Chewie, was a Wookiee male warrior, smuggler, mechanic, pilot, and resistance fighter who fought in the Clone Wars, the Galactic Civil War, the Cold War, and the subsequent First Order-Resistance War.

BB 8

BB-8 accompanied Poe Dameron on many missions for the Resistance, helping to keep his X-wing in working order. When Poe's mission to Jakku ended with his capture by the First Order, BB-8 fled into the desert with a vital clue to the location of Luke Skywalker.The Resistance's ranks had been thinned to almost nothing, but the fight for galactic freedom would continue. BB-8 continued serving the Resistance as Poe helped General Organa rebuild the organization after Crait. He also kept Rey company during her Jedi training on Ajan Kloss.

C-3PO

Built by Anakin Skywalker, C-3PO was designed as a protocol droid intended to assist in etiquette, customs, and translation, boasting that it is fluent in over six million forms of communication.Along with its astromech droid counterpart and friend R2-D2, C-3PO provides comic relief within the narrative structure of the films, and serves as a foil. Anthony Daniels has portrayed the character in eleven of the twelve theatrical Star Wars films released to date, with the exception of Solo: A Star Wars Story, where the character does not appear.

Luke Skywalker

Luke Skywalker was an Human male born a child of the Jedi Knight Anakin Skywalker and a Senator of Naboo, Padmé Amidala, Luke Skywalker was raised by the farmer aunt and a uncle Lars on the desert planet of Tatooine where he was kept hidden away from the Emperor and Dark Lord of the Sith Darth Sidious and his father Anakin, who fell to the Dark Side and became Darth Vader.

[dameronology]

prompts that definitely aren't based on beck and jade from victorious

"i've missed you" "so what are you gonna do about it?"

"you're being ridiculous!" "why do you care? i'm not your boyfriend/girlfriend/s.o anymore!"

"you love me again" "who said i stopped?"

"date who you want. i don't care" "it sounds like you care"

"easy's boring"

"i'm tired of fighting"

"that's my girl"

"i'm gonna walk out that door and count to ten. if i get to ten and you're not out there, i'm going home and we're over"

"i'm hot happy in our relationship" (but it's mid-fight/conversation and out of the blue)

"we're done"

[puddygeeks]

𝓜𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓰𝓮 𝓓𝓪𝔂𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶 𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 - **ON HIATUS**

Started: 10/07/2020

Last Updated: 02/09/2020

Complete Writing Masterlist

Rating: Mature

Summary: A street kid turned starfighter racer from Corellia, born in the midst of the Galactic Civil War, finds her racing career at an end. Determined to seek out a new life, she embarks on a series of misadventures that culminate in her finally enlisting in the Resistance. She’s stunned to discover that her old racing nemesis, Poe Dameron, is a valued member of the organisation and has to confront the maddening effect that his charming smile has on her heart.

Fandom: Star Wars

Pairing: OC x Poe Dameron

OC Character Profile (Spoiler Warning): Jax Terallo

Status: Ongoing

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | 

[kxhlzn]

ஃ 𝘐𝘕 𝘈 𝘊𝘙𝘖𝘞𝘕: 𝙏𝙀𝘼𝙎𝙀𝙍

❝ 𝘽𝙀𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙀 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙋𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙀𝙉𝙏 𝙒𝙊𝙈𝘼𝙉,

'𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘪 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 . . .

𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝙃𝙊𝙉𝙀𝙔 . . .

𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝙏𝙃𝙍𝙊𝙉𝙀. ❞

"YOU CAN'T WANT HER," Elquinor purrs, tracing manicured fingers across the leather of his jacket. Her voice curls like the claws of a cat, entrapping his autonomy, keeping him steady in a time of unease. His eyes remain constant, bulleted in the open back of your dress — The sapphire silk draping your shoulders like ocean waves curtaining the strike of a hurricane. Your shoulder blades are sharp, tilted in a posture that he can only describe as familiar to you — even in spite of its absence in the life you have lived thus far. The shimmering jewels glued to the dewy skin of your cheekbones reflect dangerously in the florescent lights of the palace ballroom— and yet, he can't look away; Not yet — The cutting intensity of your gaze as you stare your usurper down forces a bubbling fear to burrow itself deep in his gut, a type of fear that resonates only with the nightmares he was plagued as a child— A darkness.

Bouncing blonde curls tucked in a loose, yet intricate, bun-like style appear in his peripheral vision, followed not soon after by lightning feline irises— and teeth white as snow. Elquinor is a woman of class, of carefully crafted words meant to sink warmly into the thoughts of feeble-minded men. She makes guilt feel delectable, like a sweet Coruscant delight— honey glazed cakes with a boiling poison within. He knows she is circling him like a viper thirsty for a mouse, soft hands running slowly across his throat and collarbones. Elquinor eases herself to a gentle halt on his right side, and leans her sweet head against the bone of his shoulder.

"Even in secret," She whispers, tone smooth and sharp, like ice picks marking their territory on a slick terrain, "Can a man of your status even fathom what she is worth? Or have you always known, and simply pretended to be half the man she needs?"

A cool palm slips inside his cotton shirt, chilly flesh meeting the hot skin of his pec. "Surely you don't believe, especially now that you've seen her in her true form, that she will welcome your humbleness?"

He shivers under her hand, witnessing the eyes of a thousand nobles roam beyond the restraints of that elegant gown of yours, and his skin burns. Elquinor's catty grin scorches him deeper.

"That girl never belonged in the deserts of Tatooine, and most especially not in the arms of a grubby individual such as yourself, platonically or otherwise," The blonde woman sneers, biting the crevice between his shoulder and his neck. Her hand slips from within the confines of his beige shirt, and she pats his chest with what one can only describe as condescendence. "She is not yours; She never will be — This is not her fate, and this is not your story."

Elquinor sweeps up the bottom of her baby blue gown, and tosses him a small wink over her bony shoulder.

"You cannot want her, Poe Dameron, even in secret— 'Tis the way of things."

— EXCERPT.

ஃ INFORMATION.

— POE DAMERON/READER.

— ARMITAGE HUX/READER.

— MULTI-CHAPTER FIC.

— SPLIT ENDING.

— ROYAL!READER.

— COMING SOON.

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[galacticwildfire]

Fire Meet Gasoline | Poe Dameron

Three

Poe Dameron x Solo Original Character

Hope Solo’s haunted by the night the temple burned. Having gone rogue she hunts the First Order in search of answers until a fateful encounter with Poe Dameron brings her back to the Resistance and Leia puts her daughter under his command to find Luke Skywalker.

Word count: 10k

Tags/warnings: simp poe, exhausted leia, (those may as well be permanent tags), the meet cute, Poe giving oc an existential crisis with his jawline alone, flirting, attempted x-wing race, ego's, rizzpoe, resistance command having a panic attack, mentions of war crimes/systematic kidnapping and indoctrination of children, trauma, first half is sexual tension second half is angst. Leia trying her best to be a good parent to a traumatised child. They will make up I promise.

All my stories are written for adults with adult themes, I use appropriate tags but read at your discretion.

A/N: I have three chapters of the prequel published on ao3/wattpad. the story kicks off properly in this chapter.

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Hope

By late afternoon the hanger's quiet enough that I can work on my x-wing in peace, which thankfully hasn't been repurposed. Although Mom knows if she ever gave my x-wing to anyone I'd probably blow it up out of spite, and she knows this because I'd threatened as much.

Major Brance ducks in and out of the entrance several times in the hours that pass as I run maintenance, as if ensuring he isn't hallucinating and looking disappointed each time he realises he isn't, speaking with greater levels of panic into his comm each time.

"We had six months of peace after she left and then Dameron was recruited. Now there's two of them," I hear him ranting as he exits the hanger again, thinking I'm out of earshot. "Two of them!"

I can't help but smile to myself a little in intrigue, finding myself growing increasingly curious about this commander who seems to give Brance the same headache as I do. That might just be enough for me to overlook his rank. Almost.

His ship sits on the other side of the hanger, the orange and black paint noticeably standing out from the rest, and I'm chuckling to myself in satisfaction at noticing the paint's been touched up since I called it beaten up. Although now mine is the one that needs a touch up by comparison.

The next time Brance comes in Statura accompanies him and gives me an awkward wave from across the hanger before pulling Brance back out, thankfully that's the last time I see them. 

"Gee R2, you'd think they weren't happy to see me," I remark as I get to work installing the new parts after finishing general maintenance and he beeps at me. "Alright maybe I'm enjoying it a little."

At least my infamy's still feared by high command, even if that doesn't extend to a commander who should very well know exactly who I am. All things considered I should be more concerned by the thought that Mom could arrive here at any moment, but I can put off that anxiety for a little longer. 

My hands are stained with soot and engine oil, but my mind seems to quieten as I tinker. Something I always thought came from my father, until my grandmother's surviving handmaidens told me it also came from my grandfather, among other things. Thankfully with the years I've found some level of acceptance with that fact, even if the memories sharpened with Ben taking the mantle Vader left behind. At least Lando can share my humour at calling him Grandpa Vader even if Mom looked like she wanted to hit me over the head the first time she heard it. And every time afterwards. Turns out dark humour only goes so far.

My mind's focused on the adjustments to the thrusters, transferring over the parts I'd taken off my N-1 at the lakehouse so the modifications are similar, making it far faster than ties and any other navy starfighter. Faster than any other x-wings on base as well. I was tempted to get R2 to pilot the N-1 here for me but considering what I've been using it for I thought it best it stays in storage on Naboo. I'd forgotten how old these x-wings are in comparison to the newer models of ships, my N-1 was average in comparison to the models I grew up flying, but still newer than these. So while some of these parts might be a little overpowered for my neglected x-wing I can make them work, it'll make it highly illegal, but fast. 

Just how I was taught.

At least I don't have to pay to replace the proton torpedo I'd used up now, it might have been a bit overkill considering they're generally used to attack larger capital ships or freighters but I'd always wondered what would happen if I shot them into a bunch of tie-fighters and now I know.

I'm quite content working while talking to R2 until a now slightly familiar voice calls out to me in the empty hanger.

"Need any help up there?"

"No," I answer automatically, too caught up in what I'm doing to take any real notice. R2 chides me for being rude like he isn't worse and I realise Threepio's yet to talk my ear off which means he must be with Mom, wherever she is. "But since you're offering toss me up a wrench will you?"

He chucks it up and I catch it before tightening the last bolt and only then do I recognise the voice. Suppressing a smile I look down and see him standing back, trying to figure out what I'm doing. "Problem? Because I can tell you those parts have too much kick for a T-70."

"That's the point," I reply, swinging my legs over the edge of my ship so I can take him in and find that he immediately recognises me from the stunned look that crosses his face, the look in his eye leaving me pleasantly surprised after all the wary stares of the afternoon. Although I'm more surprised by the immediate effect his face has on me now that I can see it properly. I don't expect to like it as much as I do, pegging him as the type that's ridiculously handsome and knows it, although it's certainly not without reason. "Once I'm done my baby's going to have more engine power than any of the newer models, might need some reinforcements but I'll make it work."

He shakes his head, grinning up at me with white teeth that stand out against the shadow of a beard on his certainly well-chiselled face that reminds me of the statues that adorn Naboo's art museums, but it's his dark eyes that take my attention as he studies the engine and my other modifications, recognising them with equal surprise and respect. "You know those mods are illegal right? The type you can only find in blackmarkets in the Outer Rims."

"I should know since that's where I found them, but considering this is faster than any of the New Republic's ships, and yours, I don't have to worry about that do I?" I smirk a little too proudly and find myself saying. "I see you gave the General my regards."

He looks at my ship and then to his with the slightest jealousy after mine had outrun his in the field and I just smirk to myself from my ship. 

"I did," he says, something about the look in his eye drawing me in. He still doesn't realise I'm her daughter, that much is clear, and so I play coy. "I told you I could put you in touch didn't I? But just a warning, we might be a paramilitary but she doesn't like us breaking too many New Republic regulations."

Oh, he has no idea and I can't help but tease "If you're going to report me for breaking regulations don't bother because she's already given up on me."

"I take it the two of you have some history then?" he gathers and despite the curiosity in his eyes he still doesn't put it together, which means Mom has definitely lied to the Resistance about where I've been for a commander to have no idea who I could be, but I shouldn't expect anything else by now. 

"Let's just say I've done some work for the Resistance, had some disagreements and ended up where you found me," I explain simply, revealing just enough. When I'm used to everyone knowing my name it's almost nice to be a mystery. "So illegal modifications will be the least of her worries."

He makes a surprised sound, running a hand through the almost black curls atop his head. "The General must like you then to let you get away with this type of stuff." He looks me over with slightly nervous eyes before putting on a charming smile. "You must have been stationed on the Raddus because I know I would've definitely remembered meeting you before."

A self-satisfied smile comes to my face at his attempt at flirting and find myself amused, but more surprised by the fact that I don't actually mind it. "I've been on this base far longer than you have commander, you're the one who's new here."

"General recruited me a few months back from the Republic Fleet," he says and my eyes narrow now, wondering how the hell a new recruit could possibly be made a commander when I never was after years of service. But I swear behind his self-confidence there's a sincerity to his words as he says "You know, if you were new to base I was going to offer to show you around."

"Really?" I say, leaning forward from the edge of my ship in intrigue, giving him my full attention as I look him up and down. Somehow only finding more things to like much to my own surprise considering I've never been the type to be partial to a flyboy, or much to men in general.

"What can I say?" he shrugs but the look in his eyes is a little less carefree than what he's trying to portray as he returns the gesture, tongue running over the seam of his lips as he takes me in. Leaving his intentions maybe a little less innocent than his sincerity. "You're a hell of a pilot, one of the best I've ever seen. You left an impression to say the least."

I can't help but feel warmth come to my face at the look in his eyes that I've never quite seen in anyone else's and turn my head, not knowing whether to be frustrated he's actually having an effect on me or flattered I have a commander standing here flirting with me, but I do like the attention. As for flattery well... that's something I've always received little of.

So maybe I'm being a little bit of an asshole, but I genuinely don't know how to do anything but rebuff him considering it's second nature by now. "What was your name again?"

I remember it, but I want to see how he reacts to his ego being bruised. Somehow he's not put off and just challenges "You know now I think of it you still haven't given me yours."

Wanting to get a little closer I hop down from my ship to find that he has half a foot on me, maybe a little more although it's not exactly hard when I inherited my mother's height. His face is closer now and somehow even more striking up close much to my frustration, a problem I've never had before or at least not to this degree. The sudden proximity leaves me a little more bashful than I'd anticipated but I may as well enjoy the moment considering it'll be over once he learns my name, for a multitude of reasons.

"You can call me Captain," I state. I might have had that title stripped away with every other privilege I had when I was grounded but if she wants me back she's going to have to make compromises.

"Captain?" he repeats back in surprise but respects it. "Alright Captain..." he trails off for a moment, considering his options but inevitably deciding to go with one of the riskier ones. "How long have you been away from base for?"

"Almost a year," I answer, curious to see if that leads him down any trail of thought but he doesn't seem to be using his head to think, although unfortunately for me that face makes up for it. He's older, late twenties,  a man who clearly takes pride in his appearance judging by his hair. Again, he has good reason too and even more unfortunately I'm too susceptible to that damn face. 

"Then let me give you a tour of the new and improved facilities," he begins before changing tactics, his voice deepening slightly as he leans closer. "Or I could take you out to a spot just outside base with a clear view of a constellation I think you'd like, and maybe by the time we make our way back you'll like me enough to be on a first name basis." His eyes are kind, but there's a mischief behind them that draws me right in. "If that's alright with you?"

It takes me a moment to register what he's saying let alone asking, and when I do I'm convinced that surely I've misheard him or definitely misinterpreted his words. But his interest is something I definitely I haven't misread, intentions are another matter, but this... this was the last thing I'd prepared myself for when I returned to base. I've had passes made at me sure, but certainly never this.

It leaves me speechless for a moment longer than I'd like, but I manage to quickly regain myself and my dignity. I've been back here for five minutes and I'm blushing over some flyboy's pickup line, a flyboy who holds the rank I'd sought for longer than he's been a part of the Resistance. 

Oh no this, whatever it is I'm feeling, this won't do.

"Alright commander," I say, making sure whatever happens next is on my terms. "I'll consider it, but first how about you show me what you've got and finish what we started in the field."

"What I've got?" he repeats as I look at the x-wings. "Sweetheart you're speaking to one of the best pilots in the galaxy."

"Sweetheart?" I repeat and actually laugh knowing it didn't end well for the last guy that tried to call me that, and he momentarily panics before seeing the glint in my eye, only more determined to put him in his place before I can consider maybe, just maybe, taking him up on his offer. "Alright then flyboy, get that ass in an x-wing and prove it."

He's tempted, tongue running across the seam of his lips as he leans down and crosses his arms over his chest. "As much as I'd love to do that, I don't want to get put on probation in my first few months and neither should you."

I whistle, taking pleasure in taunting him. "I got the big ego part right but I didn't take you for a pussy."

Now I've got him. "Oh no, I'm not a pussy."

I look down at his astromech who beeps at him knowing it's a bad idea, just as R2 gives me a beep of warning to not get myself in trouble but I've already made up my mind and so I look back up at him with a raised eyebrow. "Really?"

His dark eyes are locked onto mine with determination and I find a spark in them that's the same as mine. "Really."

Knowing I must have some effect on him I tilt my chin up, smirking as I challenge "Prove it."

I must look like a hot mess after hours of maintenance with my braid falling out and the top of my white blouse unbuttoned and stained with oil, my body's covered in engine grease wiped off my palms and smells like it, but he seems to like that.

And I definitely like his face.

Maybe I was right in coming back to base after all.

"Alright," he agrees, physically closer than I've let anyone come to me in a long time. "But you'll lose."

"Fifty credits," I bet knowing I've certainly returned a lot richer from my exploits, even if most of it's gone into my ship and weapons, and he doubles it.

"Hundred."

"One fifty," I challenge to raise the stakes and see that same restless excitement in his eyes. Pilots, people who live on risks and rushes of adrenaline, they're a disaster waiting to happen when it comes to gambling. "You on?"

"How about this, I win and you let me show you around base," he says, the glint in his eye proving to me he might be more of a worthy opponent than I'd originally taken him for. "You win and you're the one who gets to show me around."

He knows he's got me there, and I'm shaking my head with a stupid smile on my face knowing it too. It's a win-win situation for him although I'm curious to see if it would be the same for me, silently cursing how something in his eyes makes me electric. He might be a flyboy but he's one smooth bastard and I've got to get him back. "Alright then hotshot, first one to circumnavigate the planet's atmosphere and land back here wins."

"Atmosphere?" he repeats, knowing atmospheric flying in one of the more dangerous thrills a pilot could partake in, but he only grins back at me with that spark in his eye. "You're on."

"Let's see what you've got then commander," I say, waiting for him to realise he's screwed with the work I've done on my ship but again, he's thinking with anything but his head, and I tease "Then we'll see about me showing you around."

I'm not the only one with a stupid smile on my face and his eyes follow me as I walk back to my ship. Maybe I'm guilty when it comes to liking the attention, I've had my fair share of it not that I've ever entertained it, but none have ever looked like him or had that spark in their eye. I go to pull the ladder over, considering using the force to leap up might give him a little bit of a shock, and hear him call out "Need a foot up?"

"Piss off," I laugh and he flashes a teasing grin at me that only feeds my own determination. "You know you're going to lose right?"

"Don't worry I'll go easy," he promises as if he's doing me a favour.

I raise an eyebrow, not afraid to pull a dirty card to throw him off his game. "Because I'm a girl?"

"Oh no, no, no," he quickly corrects with a nervous laugh, his momentary panic only confirming that he isn't that type of flyboy. There shouldn't be any of them on base considering who the General is but you never know, I mean she did marry one after all. But still, I find an awful amusement in how quickly he refutes it. "Women are just as capable in a cockpit I can promise you that, but as damn good as you are you haven't seen me in action yet."

"Because I'd taken care of all the action before your slow ass ship could get there," I reply and he's all the more ready to try to show me up and my ego meets his as I smirk. "Don't worry I'll go easy."

The droids beep at each other in question as to whether or not they should get involved as he takes on the challenge, jumping up into his x-wing and I climb into mine, only for another ship to suddenly appear in the atmosphere as our droids get into their respective astromech ports. I blink in confusion at the ship, only to sense her before I begin to register who the ship belongs to. "Shit."

He looks at me as to ask if I'm ready to take off and he flashes a confused look as I give him the fall back gesture and shrink back into the cockpit as the ship lands, seeing the same look of panic on his face when he realises who's caught us.

I'm wearing a guilty smile as Mom comes out of the ship, walking with purpose but stopping in her tracks the moment she senses me, whatever emotion fills her face is quickly replaced with exasperation as she looks up at me, and then to the commander, shaking her head at us both.

"Get out of those x-wings."

The commander panics as we both climb out of the x-wings and I come to stand in front of Mom for the first time in almost a year. She wears the familiar expression of frustration, but thankfully I still see the fondness amongst it. I open my mouth but find myself lost for words as I suddenly clam up. 

"General," Poe stammers beside me. "I was just-"

"I'm not blaming you, Commander," she sighs and turns her head towards me. "I know my daughter has a habit of causing trouble."

He does a double take, one I've seen often when the men on base have realised they've attempted to chat up the General's daughter. Although none have admittedly been as successful as him. "Daughter?"

Mom just gives a slight shake of her head as she sighs, as if she hadn't expected anything else. "Commander Dameron meet-"

"Hope Solo," I say shaking his limp hand, he's stunned as I meet his eye and for just a moment I see the faintest flicker of recognition amongst the pure mortification. "General's daughter."

"Unfortunately for my sanity," Mom remarks and shakes her head at me as Brance rushes into the hanger to meet her only to go unignored as she asks "Did you seriously try to drag my newest commander into an x-wing race?"

Brance looks between the commander and I at those words and suddenly seems to be on the verge of a nervous breakdown as he marches back out of the hanger as quickly as he came. Again, Mom looks as if she hadn't expected anything else.

"Maybe," I admit as Poe scratches his head, clearly more than a little blindsided. She looks at my x-wing, mechanically literate enough to realise the parts I've put in aren't cheap or legal and I try to smile and exploit the big eyes that seem to work on everyone else but her. "Miss me?"

She raises her eyebrows in warning and I quickly shut up.

"Commander, considering you've already become acquainted with my daughter you can be gracious enough to escort her to intelligence where she will hand over the information she has on the First Order outpost she destroyed before Snap could gather data on it," she says, barely reigning in her frustration with me but it's the disappointment in her voice that stings. "Then you'll meet me in my office, Hope."

"Yes General," we both say in unison and she shakes her head as walks past out of the hanger, leaving the commander and I standing there in shared awkwardness. While I feel guilty he's purely mortified, and I actually feel slightly bad now.

It's silent until he breaks it. "I'd say you were trying to set me up if she wasn't so happy to see you."

"Yeah," I say, his sarcasm being nothing but truthful. "Won't lie, I was hoping for a warmer welcome back but it could have been worse."

He looks at me now with his own eyebrows raised, standing there in a state of barely constrained panic. "It could have been worse? Worse for you you mean?"

I look at him in surprise. "A flyboy who actually cares what his commanding officers think of him, how rare."

"When my commanding officers are war heroes, yeah I care," he says defensively, incredulous that I don't share that sentiment. The tension between us is just as thick as it was moments ago but different now.

"Well commander, you'll come to learn your heroes are quite human," I assure him, knowing how every person on base reveres my mother, which is fair as she deserves every bit of it, but their reverence for Luke and my father is less justifiable. "Legends are often disappointing."

If I'm the last hope for my family then I'm only proof of that.

He looks at me now how they all do when I don't live up to the expectations they have of their heroes, little do they know their own heroes don't even live up to them.

But my own reputation? Well I can certainly live up to that.

He takes me in more carefully now, with equal caution and curiosity, but also with the slightest bit of wonder in his eye as he says "So, you're Hope Solo."

"That's me," I say, shrugging my shoulders despite knowing the weight my name carries. "Am I missing some grand reputation I'm meant to be living up to?"

From the way he stammers I know I am and it usually falls into two categories, a Jedi or a political scandal. My reputation as a pilot clearly isn't as prominent as I'd like it to be despite my stint as a racer.

"Well," he begins and I can tell he's not quite sure what to make of me. "I- you aren't what I expected."

I'm intrigued now as I take him in, sensing nerves beneath that cocky exterior. "And what did you expect?"

I don't miss the way his eyes skim over me and so I return the favour, somehow still quite liking what I see despite his fleeting defensiveness. "Well-" he coughs to try to cover himself. "Not you."

That's an answer I don't quite mind and I laugh under my breath. "Acceptable."

"So," he continues, keeping a respectable distance from me as we continue through the base, suddenly taking a very different approach towards me now he knows I'm the General's daughter. A fact that inevitably scares off anyone who looks at me how he did, although I can't quite say anyone has, not like that at least. "How did the General's daughter end up rogue in the Outer Rims?"

"That's quite the story," I say, realising what I did must have stayed classified outside of high command. "And not a pretty one."

"Alright," he says, he doesn't push but asks "So what did you do here before that?"

That's the question.

"Well I'm the General's daughter," I say, repeating what everyone else does with some embellishments. "Best damn pilot here, but considering I prefer blasters to negotiating they tend to keep me out of the loop."

He raises an eyebrow, a glint of almost childlike excitement in his eye as he asks "Not a lightsaber?"

And there's that one final legacy that Luke left me when he went into exile, that of the last Jedi. When the news of the temple's destruction broke they all looked to the supposed sole survivor for answers, but some looked at me as a suspect. The Jedi Killers grandaughter being the only survivor of a fire that killed all of the Jedi... that's one other legacy I've been left with.

But he only looks at me with an awestruck curiosity, not too dissimilar to how I'd look at Luke and the other students before I'd started my training, back when the Jedi were still mysterious to me. I can't quite remember anyone looking at me that way however, not until now. 

"Oh I've got my lightsaber but I've been frequently reminded that it isn't a good look for the Resistance to use it for combat," I explain as we walk through the hanger towards intelligence, not quite sure why I'm still speaking to him when I'm about to get torn to shreds by my own mother but he's listening and perhaps I don't mind the sound of his voice. "And then there's the fact we aren't meant to engage the enemy first."

"That's a big one," he says keeping his tone light, playful even, but I can feel a mutual frustration there. "Something tells me that's part of it?"

"I might have gotten a bit carried away once or twice," I admit, something tells me with an ego like his he has as well, but not to the severity I did. "But there's nothing like practice."

He meets me in the middle there. "As frustrating as it is not being able to engage the Resistance is better when it comes to action than the Navy, I can promise you that."

"Yes but be warned commander, a little too much action and you'll get yourself grounded," I say with a bitter edge to my voice. "I would know."

"Too much action or insubordination?" he asks in amusement and if his face wasn't enough to take a liking to him that's sealed it. 

"Well there's no point committing insubordination if there's no action," I remark and he laughs, something tells me he's no stranger to it either.

"I like the way you think but I'm glad I'm not your commander."

"I prefer to work alone so rest assured you won't have to deal with me," I say as we reach intelligence but something in his eyes tempts me against my better judgement, strikes a boldness in me I had never quite realised was there until now. "Unless you want to?"

But as expected he's suddenly hesitant. It's typically seen as disrespectful to even look at your superior's daughter that way and well no one wants to disrespect the general, but it's a little late for him to pretend like he wasn't quite interested just a few minutes ago.

He quickly becomes nervous, trying to laugh it off before not so subtly changing the subject. "So uh- I guess I will be then if you're going to be flying?"

"I will be," I state as he clams up, putting on his friendliest face and the gives me an awkward thumbs up of all things before guiding me inside the command centre. Usually I wouldn't care, usually I'd laugh when I'd watch them suddenly clam up, but it seems this one's left an impression, for better or for worse. 

Brance stands there as we enter the room and hesitates at the sight of us. "The General said you had some reconnaissance data about First Order patrols?" he swallows and I can't recall what I did to make him like this, but he's in charge of intelligence. He knows exactly what I've been doing. "Around Tatooine I presume?"

There's judgment in his voice upon mentioning Tatooine, but Brance's judgment's only a fraction of what I'm about to get from Mom. 

"Well, I don't exactly have it," I say looking at R2 but he's hardly been collecting any. "I saw an outpost and I blew it up, twenty four tie's in total including the ones this commander saw me take down, three squadrons, not much else to say." I turn to the commander now, since these patrols should be his area of jurisdiction, but mostly because I don't like to walk away without the last word. "But if you'd like a report on all the First Order outposts I've cleared in the outer rims you can come and find me."

Poe stops and blinks at me in slight alarm. "Cleared?"

"Cleared," I confirm and leave him to put together what I mean as I dismiss myself with a sly smile. "Commander." I nod my head to Brance who's turned pale. "Major."

Both their eyes follow me as I leave the room, forcing myself to keep a straight face as I willingly send myself to the interrogation chamber.

~

The encounter still plays on my mind as I wait to speak with Mom, it's almost a welcome distraction from what's waiting for me. But it's hard not to dwell when it's left a bitter taste in my mouth. 

I'd once joked to Lando that no one would be brave enough to take a chance on me with who my family is, little did I know then just how true it would be, and that was before the entire galaxy found out I'm the heir of Darth Vader himself. In the public's eyes Mom was never a Jedi, she as far as they know can't wield the force. They could throw every accusation of treason and conspiracy against her but that, the claims of being a danger to society because of our blood was reserved for me and Luke and Ben. 

Not to mention I've become the sister of a pretender. 

But he's not the one accused of being the Jedi Killer, how can he be when much like Anakin Skywalker the galaxy believes he died with the rest of the Jedi. Like Luke he left me to bear those accusations alone. To carry this name that's only gotten heavier with each passing day. 

But for a moment I liked being a mystery, and I liked it even more when he still looked at me with awe instead of apprehension after learning my name. Poe Dameron. I hate to say it but unlike the other flyboys that come through here I actually like this one.

Wait.

"Are you fucking serious," I whisper under my breath in irony into the empty space of Mom's office and remember where I've heard his name.

It was just days before everything went to hell. I'd travelled to Theron to be with Dad after I'd gotten myself expelled from university after a rather dramatic display that I'm still quite proud of. Lando and I sat watching the Five Saber's races when a man had caught my attention in the stands below, or if memory serves me the force had drawn my attention to him. Not that it would have mattered to Lando, all Lando saw was his niece staring at some guy.

"Oh no, now I know for a fact pretty boy down there's too old for you," Lando had laughed.

I'd just reminded him about how much older Dad was than Mom when they met and he laughed with me while trying to hush me. I don't know how the conversation had descended into what it had, with me expressing to him my juvenile worries no one would ever want to take a chance on me with who I was. Perhaps now I don't care about something as silly as love, I've experienced enough of it to know how it ends, but back then I did, what sixteen year old doesn't? He tried to ease my worries, giving me the sort of pep talk only an uncle can give, Mom had echoed similar statements not long after but Lando's words stuck with me over the years.

I'd thought that had been the end of it until I'd sat in the cantina as Lando went to the bar and I watched the same man introduce himself. Growing up with war heroes for parents, especially Han Solo, I was never a stranger to having aspiring pilots wanting to meet their heroes and so I'd watched from a distance as they spoke, happily out of sight.

"General Calrissian," Poe Dameron had said shaking his hand. "It's an honour."

"General?" I heard Lando repeat in amusement. "No one's called me that in a long time."

"You fought with my parents on Endor," he'd said and I'd been slightly more interested.

"Wait don't tell me, I know that face," Lando had said and laughed in realisation. "You're Kes and Shara's boy aren't you?"

He'd given his name "Poe Dameron."

I'd recognised his parents names, particularly his mother's since she'd defended Naboo during Operation Cinder. More than anything I just remember being confused by the strange nagging I felt, almost as if I knew him, or rather that I would know him. It seems my intuition was correct.

All things considered, that day is something I'd all but forgotten about until now and it leaves me unsettled. Nothing good ever comes when the force starts throwing these coincidences at me, or rather as it seems wrapping up loose ends. There was more to the conversation I struggle to recall, conversations about the navy and whatnot, but I do remember them talking about his mother. 

As an aspiring pilot I'd taken an interest in the women who flew such as her and Hera Syndulla. Dad would often feign offence when I'd beg Mom to be able to come with her to meetings with General Syndulla since they'd had a friendly rivalry back in the day. Although Hera never abandoned her kid despite him being force sensitive so I know who I like more. Wherever he is I'm sure he's glad he was grown up by the time Luke began taking students, with Ben's age group having been the oldest ones he trained. The youngest however... that still pains me to think about. 

I'd disappeared before Lando could introduce us, so at least some of my anonymity remains intact. While I'm vaguely familiar with him, all he knows of me would be reputation and that's how I prefer to be known. 

Although the force isn't finished with me yet, the lingering tension from the last time I sat in this office still remains, bringing back other more uncomfortable memories.

"What do you mean I'm grounded!" I raged at her after coming back from what I thought was a successful mission. "I did everything you asked me to-"

"I sent you to run reconnaissance not to engage!" she yelled, as beside herself with anger as I'd ever seen her. "Instead you used the force to interrogate an officer and not just that, you engaged an entire squadron of stormtroopers with a lightsaber-"

"And I took them out!" I reminded her, proud of my accomplishment even if she was horrified, or at least proud in the moment. 

"And potentially started a war!" she snapped and slammed her hand down on the table. "What is the one rule I ask you to follow, the only damn rule that matters!"

Still I didn't care. "How are we meant to stop them if we can't fight them-"

"We stop them through these missions you think are pointless, through collecting data and using it to secure whatever funding we can get from the very few allies we have in the senate," she tried to make me understand and she grit out "Hope, we do not have the numbers or the facilities to enter into a war. The Rebellion was thousands strong, we have less than a hundred and the Resistance cannot afford to lose the only Jedi we have because she decided to go rogue and take matters into her own hands with the very weapon that should never be used for such violence."

Those words rubbed me the wrong way "So that's my role, the one symbolic Jedi. Not a pilot, not a fighter, not even your daughter-"

"Don't go there," she warned, the mother-daughter relationship we'd finally forged during the scandal with Vader having worn away with every disagreement over strategy. "I am speaking to you as your general, not your mother, and it's time you learned the difference. Which is why you aren't just stripped of your rank, you are grounded until you can pull your head in and not endanger this entire resistance on a whim. You tortured a man Hope." The way she looked at me made me sick. "You used the force to torture a man like-" she cut herself off but we both knew damn well who she was comparing me to. "For someone who can see the past you sure as hell don't know how to learn from it."

"He mentioned Ben," I ground out and she couldn't meet my eye. "He's calling himself Kylo Ren and has made himself the First Order's enforcer. Did you think I was going to let that officer go without finding out everything I could about what my brothers been doing!"

"I'm more concerned about what you've done," she said, terribly pale. "Saving those children at whatever cost, that I could excuse, that I would have even promoted you for. But the carnage you left behind and giving the First Order grounds to attack us I can't excuse. Using the force for that- as the last person with any authority to tell you how the force should be used... I am disgusted Hope."

But not as disgusted as I was at what I'd seen. "He was dragging children screaming from their homes-"

"And what intelligence did you torture out of him?" she asks me and that's when I clamped my mouth shut. "You could have asked where they were to be taken, how many, where their battalion is stationed, but no. You weren't just reckless you were selfish. If you were going to take your anger out regardless you could have given us something useful instead of chasing after Snoke. Tell me how did you rationalise the thought that a low ranking officer would know where either of them are?" I opened my mouth but she cut me off sharply. "Every single member of high command across all of our stations has petitioned for your demotion and an official court martial which has never happened before in the entirety of this organisation. They want you not just grounded permanently but banned from any Resistance operations and frankly I agree."

I gaped at her, betrayed. Command could believe whatever they wanted, but this was my own mother. "You think I'm dangerous?"

"I think you have been nothing but angry and spiteful these past years," she confessed to me as I stood there with tears burning in my eyes. "I understand you went through something horrific, I understand why you're acting out, but right now I can't trust that-"

"I won't end up like Ben?" She still couldn't meet my eye and I felt more betrayed by her in that moment than I ever did when I discovered the truth about Vader. "You think I'm like him?" But I knew there was something else. "No, you don't think I'm like Ben. You think I'm like him. Your father."

There was a bite to her voice. "Don't call him my father and don't you dare think for even a moment I would believe you could become what he did."

"Then why?" I whispered, tears of anger wetting my cheeks. "Why don't you trust me?"

"Because as of this moment you are too unstable to be trusted with important missions, or any mission for that matter," she said carefully, but the words hurt just as much. "I can't protect you from the law if you decide to let darkness take control, which is why you have to work where I can keep an eye on you. I want you to go to Hosnian Prime to work with the few allies we have left in the senate, Varish will look after you. You spent years being educated for a career in politics and I gave you your title so you could take my place in the senate. If I can't trust you in the field then that is your assignment."

I shook my head. "No." She was leaning over her desk, head hung in distress. "If you won't let me fight then I'm not staying here."

"Hope," she argued. "Please for once in your life think before storming out."

"I have," I said. "If you don't trust me then I'm going to find the one person who does." She looked up in fear, and I knew what she assumed. "Not him, Dad."

She sighed. "Honey, your father-"

"Is out there," I said, tired of failing to live up to her expectations. "And if I'm too much like him for you, or any other man in this damn family, then I'm going to find him!"

I'd stormed out with hot tears running down my cheeks, now I sit here cold as she enters the room and sits down across from me without a word, neither of us knowing what to say until I break the silence.

"Am I being court-martialed?"

"No," she answers shortly, her voice difficult to read.

"Lando convinced me to come home," I say, unable to calm the defensive tone in my voice. "I was hoping for a warmer welcome considering the speech he gave about how much you've missed me, how worried you've been."

"I was worried," she says, struggling to hold back her frustration. "I was worried sick that you were hurt or out of your mind but no, I find you the same as ever going off to race x-wings whilst I've been in the core worlds doing the job I'd asked you to do." I just shake my head to try to fight off the guilt and look away until she relents and asks "Did you find Han?"

"No, but Lando will keep looking," I answer stiffly and get to business. "He said you had a mission for me."

She nods, but if I thought she was going to let the past be the past I was wrong. "We will get to that, but now enough time has passed I hope we can speak honestly now about what happened so let me begin by saying what you did horrified me Hope. My barely nineteen year old daughter torturing an enemy officer and committing a massacre beyond what was necessary to protect those children. Even after they were off the planet you went back to finish the job to ensure there was no one living to testify to what you did. You committed a war crime, several I might add."

Against my better judgement I retort. "Legally it's not a war crime if we aren't technically at war."

She shakes her head, having not expected any different. "A cold war is still a war and it's only getting worse."

"Which is why-"

"Why you've been hunting the First Order for sport?" she finishes and I'm glad Snap gave me a warning. "Commander Dameron told me all about your encounter before you decided to come back and try to- what- what the hell were you even doing?"

I put it simply. "Trying to prove a point."

She just sighs and puts her head in her hands. "Hope you've been back five minutes and you're already giving me a headache."

"You asked me to come back," I remind her, wishing I'd stayed gone. "Sent Lando to beg me to come back-"

"Yes because you're my daughter and I love you despite how infuriatingly stupid you've been," she says bluntly and pure anger suddenly fills her eyes. "Working for Boba Fett?"

Shit.

Despite my panic I hold my ground. "He pays well."

"He pays well?" she repeats. "I should think so considering the money he got from giving your father over to Jabba the Hutt."

"Well that's his own fault for making shitty deals and not following through," I say, knowing well enough by now how it works. "You say I don't learn from the past but he's the one repeating it."

"And you should be smarter than to get into the same mess for the sake of spiting him," she lectures. "Because that's why you did it in the first place isn't it? To spite your father and when he didn't come back to drag you off Tatooine you decided to take the credits and take your anger out on tie fighters."

I remain unremorseful. "Would you rather me use a lightsaber?"

I'd almost forgotten that like myself, she gives as good as she gets but it's a comparison that doesn't phase me anymore. "Like Vader did?"

"I was once told Anakin Skywalker was a war criminal," I say, remembering that history lesson on the Clone Wars after years of Luke making our grandfather out to be the ultimate hero in Ben's eyes. "It only seems right I continue his legacy."

She does not like that answer. "Alright then I was wrong, you haven't matured enough to take on this mission."

She gets up to leave and I relent "Wait, Mom." She looks at me expectantly and we've been through this enough times I know what she wants to hear. "I'm sorry."

She still waits. "For?"

"For being a smartass about committing a war crime, no matter how justified it was, and running away for a year," I say and watch her inhale deeply to keep herself calm. "And for being a smartass now."

She sits back down and leans back in her chair. "A year Hope. I would have thought being gone that long running around the Outer Rims would have matured you at least slightly."

I actually scoff. "You really thought that after being married to Dad?"

"For one single minute can you not be a smartass," she pleads and raises her index finger. "Just one."

I wisely keep my mouth shut and nod, knowing it won't last.

"Long enough has passed I believe I can convince command you've grown up and have seen the error of your mistakes," she begins, moving to negotiations. "Now we both know that's a load of crap but if you want to get back in the field they need to believe it. I might be the General but there is only so much I can do to help you because I can't be seen giving my daughter or any member of this Resistance special treatment. While you've been gone I've done my best to try to rebuild your reputation for the day you inevitably came back, most of the base believes you've been studying politics on Naboo and completing your education."

I scoff in offence and suddenly it all makes sense why a commander would see someone pull off what I did and never even think of my name. "That's the best lie you could come up with, that I willingly went back to university after they expelled me for arguing with that old Imperial bitch?"

"Yes," she states and my frustration only grows, that I'm only known as the spoiled princess sent off to Naboo instead of what I've worked hard to become.

"So you discredit the fact I'm the best pilot in the Resistance so everyone believes I'm just some spoiled princess playing politics at some prissy university to the point your shiny new flyboy can't even realise who I must be and thinks he's actually better than I am?" Her eyebrows shoot up at that remark. "That's your solution to rebuilding my reputation? By utterly falsifying it and discrediting the one thing I've worked hard to be." I stick a finger into my chest as I grit out "I started flying when I was a child, I begged and pleaded to join the starfighter corps when I was just twelve years old and have spent my entire life working damn hard to be the pilot that I am. It's bad enough everyone just dismisses me as being Han Solo's daughter when I'm a better pilot than he ever was, but for no one to even recognise me as a pilot and just think I'm off prancing around Naboo-" I have to cut myself short. "How could you do that?"

She sees I'm genuinely hurt but remains firm in her decision. "How do you think they'd take it if I said you were running around with pirates and hunting the First Order on some mad vendetta?" 

"They'd think I was actually doing something worthwhile," I say and she blinks at me incredulously. "You might think I've been acting like an idiot but I've been smart about it."

She's unimpressed and bites back. "Words right out of your father's mouth."

"I made sure even if people pieced together I was the one in that starfighter they couldn't do anything about it because I was being legally contracted to defend a system from an unwelcome force, hell I had an invitation to the bounty hunters guild that I didn't accept because I knew it would be a bad look for the Resistance and for you. But I've been damn good at what I've been doing and I'm not going to apologise for it."

"Congratulations," she deadpans. "In trying to piss off your father you've become him, running away from your family for the thrill of making credits and blowing things up."

That finally shuts me up, Vader I can take being compared to, but not him. Not when I know she looks at me and sees him more than anyone else. She suddenly looks remorseful and reaches for my hand.

"Hope, you are my daughter and I love you more than you could ever know," she says and I wasn't prepared for those words, looking away as I force back tears. "But you need to realise your actions have consequences, if your father's situation isn't evidence of that I don't know what is. Luck inevitably runs out."

"It hasn't for you."

Her eyes are sad. "It ran out a long time ago, but yours hasn't. Not yet." I don't expect the ache when she reaches for my face and forcing back tears has not felt this hard in a long time. "You've grown up."

"Yeah well, that happens," I say curtly and she withdraws her hand. "I know you think I ran off like Dad did but you didn't give me a choice."

"You had a choice and you made it," she says gently, the love in her voice only making it worse. "But now I need you to own up to it and make better ones."

"If you want me to be ashamed of what I've done and apologise for it I won't," I say and finally she listens. "I did make my choices, and don't think I wouldn't make them again."

"Alright," she says upon seeing this won't go the way she wants. "Do you want to hear the truth?"

Believing there's nothing left she could say to hurt me I shrug. "Shoot."

"I never believed it when I was told the Skywalker blood ran strong in you, but I should have. When Sola and my mother's handmaidens told me you reminded them of my father I didn't listen. When Luke warned me dark things would come of your training I should have listened but I didn't and you were nearly killed as a consequence."

"Mom-" I immediately whisper at her blaming herself.

"I knew something was wrong between you and Ben, I knew something was wrong with him, but I sent you back to Ossus with him regardless," she says as if Ben gave her a choice in the matter. He'd taken me as his apprentice, and his eyes his authority overuled our own mother's. "Days later everything was gone. Ben, Luke, eventually Han. Everything was lost in that fire except for you." Her voice breaks. "I have tried in every way I know how to help you Hope, but you aren't helping me. It is a fact that you share many similarities with your grandfather, more than Ben ever did. Everyone who's ever lived to know both of you has said as much. I am aware of the darkness that's clung to you ever since you discovered what he became and I want to help you Hope, but I need you to let me."

My throat's tight. I've always shrugged off the comparisons, but they've never come so strongly from my own mother, the one person in the galaxy who has the most cause to despise him. Yet in my travels I've only found more people who've confirmed what I've tried to deny for years. "So that's why you can't stand me, because I take after him?"

She shakes her head in disbelief that that's the conclusion I'd come to, voice incredulous as she whispers "No, Hope that's not what I'm trying to tell you."

"Do you have any idea how long I spent trying to live up to you?" I ask her, remembering now just why I ran. "Trying to live up to a perfect hero but no matter how hard I try I'm told time and time again that I'm my father's daughter, or worse that I take after Anakin Skywalker. Never you, never Padmé Amidala, only ever them." Frustrated tears burn in my eyes that she truly can't fathom. "I don't want to hear that, I don't want to live up to anyone's legacy. I've spent years training to make my own path, I've spent another year out there in the Outer Rims not even recognising myself in the mirror trying to make a name for myself just to have all these powerful people look at me and tell me I'm just like a man I never knew. Desperate for validation, living up to a self-imposed prophecy, the one to restore balance and save us all only to lead the slaughter. Or worse that I'm like the father who abandoned me."

She quickly becomes unnerved at the cynical laughter that escapes me along with the tears. "Hope-"

"I don't want that, I just want my family but I can't have that," I say with a barely contained primordial rage burning in me. "All because of a voice in Ben's head." She's deadly quiet as I finally look her in the eye. "So if killing stormtroopers is as close as I can get to killing Snoke then that's what I'm going to do."

For the first time I sense a deep fear within her and she again reaches for my hand only for me to sharply pull it away. "I need you to listen to me."

"No!" I yell, a trembling mess as I slam my hand down on the desk. "I need you to listen to me when I say that if I can get my hands on Snoke I can end this! Or if I can just find Ben I know I could bring him back or convince him to turn on Snoke, but to do that I need to get my hands on these First Order officers and-"

"And you'll what, torture information out of them?"

The answer's simple in my mind. "Why not?"

"Because it's torture hope!" she yells. "For the love of-, you are not going to be torturing anyone for information. I know how much you loved your brother, I know how close you were and you are not the only one who wants him back." There's tears in both our eyes now. "But you are simply not prepared to take on Snoke."

"Luke took on the Emperor didn't he?" I retort. "He convinced Vader to turn on him and so will Ben. I know him better than you ever did Mom as much as you hate to hear that. I know he was screwed in the head and delusional, hell I know that better than you ever could and I have permanent scars to remind me of it every day!" There's nothing but pain in her eyes. "But everything he did was to protect me as twisted as it was and he would never let Snoke do to me what he's done to him. I know if I bring him back we will destroy Snoke."

She tries to steer me away from the subject, to de-escalate, to distract me from the spiral I'm heading down. "Someday yes, but for now I need you focused on proving to the senate what the First Order is truly doing so we can prepare. I promise you the day will come when you can use your saber but until then we need to build up the Resistance before starting a war we can't win and you are only one person. We need the support of the New Republic and the senate-"

"When are you going to realise we need to damn what the senate says and go after them ourselves?" I exclaim and it's then I fess up. "Do you have any idea how many of those bastards I've killed before they could gain a foothold in the Outer Rims?" Her face turns to stone. "How many outposts I've destroyed-"

"I don't want to know," she says hoarsely. "I don't want to know how many people you've killed or how many outposts you've blown up. I just want you to do what I'm asking you to do."

"What are you so afraid of?" I ask her at a complete loss. "I am capable-"

"You are too capable and you know it which makes you dangerous," she states factually and years worth of anger finally comes out. "You think you're smarter than everyone else in the room, but you're not. You think you are better and that you know better but you don't and it's past time you heard it. You don't do what is asked of you, you either go too far or disobey. You have always been all or nothing Hope. You run away for a year and now come back asking for me to trust you but I can't. You're impulsive and rash and not in the way we need. You don't think before acting and still refuse to do what is asked of you. You always have and I had hoped you could be mature enough to sit down so we could both apologise and move forward so I could give you this very important mission but no, you're too defensive and too defiant to even listen to me without interpreting me trying to get through to you as an attack!" Her voice breaks and for one of the very few times in my life I see tears running down her face. Three times I've seen it, but never solely because of me. "I love you, but I cannot trust you when you're like this."

Her words hurt, they're true, but they still hurt.

No, they don't just hurt, they tear me apart and I've never craved to be back in my bedroom on Hosnian Prime so badly. Back when I was still a child, back when I was still young enough if I cried I knew someone would come to comfort me, whether it was her or Dad, or most often Ben. Back before everything went to hell, and I can't stop the tears from coming now.

She goes to take my hand again but I pull it away, shaking my head as I stumble back out of my chair away from her, my flight response taking over. "Hope!" she calls out as I head for the door. "Wait-"

I'm already out the door and halfway to the hanger when I slam into Poe Dameron as I round a corner, he catches my arm and goes to ask if I'm alright but I pull it free, not stopping to make conversation as I rush to find R2 so we can leave.

For good this time. 

[stargazer-liz]

Serendipity (Poe Dameron x Original Female Character) Masterlist

Masterlist

Introduction & Cast Prologue Chapter I: Stranded on Jakku Chapter II: The Resistance Chapter III: Jawas, sand and a worried pilot Chapter IV: A Reminder of the Past Chapter V: A rainy first Date (coming soon)

Sora's life was turned upside down when she stranded on Jakku. A scavenger saved her life and with no family left, her ship totally destroyed and enemies on her tail, all she can do everyday is survive.

But with a pilot crash-landing on the desert planet as well, hope is no longer just a dream.

Takes place before (only in flashbacks) and during the sequel trilogy.

Also available on my Wattpad profile voidxmaze

Warnings: strong language, violence, blood, no detailed smut but close, weapons, idiots in love, fluff, so much fluff

[blondeblackwidow]

Surefire ( Poe x Queen!OFC x Kylo Ren ) AO3

V. Poe

a/n: chapter five already! next is kylo or amicea, haven’t decided. poe makes some friends and i really throw some canon away because it’s easier for me ok? Bottom quote is from Before the Awakening, and i highly recommend it. I just vaguely reference that part so i decided to include. the damerons speak spanish because i said so and there’s no canon yavin language ok

wc: 1579!

tw: none. poe cries some more bc tbh he needs it

Tags: @treestarrrrrrrr @simonsbluee

Poe Dameron liked to think he was simple. He liked flying, and his ship. His best friends were the pilots in Black Squadron. He liked doing repairs at night, it was more peaceful. It was currently three am and he’s currently burning his hand on his X Wings hot oil.

“Shit!” He yelled and pulled his hand away. He shook it, and BeeBee cooed at his feet in concern. “I’m fine buddy.” 

“You should listen to your droid, commander.” Leia stood a few feet from his X Wing. 

“General.” He ducked under the wing, meeting the elder woman in the clear.

“When is the last time you slept?” The truth was, Poe hadn’t slept since Hosnian, weeks of rumors and whispers and a pair of blue eyes that he saw every time he tried. 

“I’ll sleep when the wars over.” Leia laughed, she saw so much of Shara in him. Shara Bey was a woman who would fix the galaxy with her bare hands if she had too. She would do it on her own, and always had a hard time accepting she didn’t have to. 

A trait that seemed to pass to her son. “War hasn’t officially started, Dameron, get some rest.” He sighed, and crossed his arms across his chest.

“Has there been any word from the Republic.. From Hosnian?” He asked, dancing around the question that he didn’t want the answers to.

“Queen Amicea had her official coronation two weeks ago, and has sent out wedding invitations to all major senators.” Poe’s chest sunk. He wanted to swoop in and save her, to protect her from this monstrous situation she was in, but she was a grown woman, a queen who didn’t need his protection. Or his help, she had made that very clear. “I’m sorry, I know you loved her.” 

He inhaled to protest. They were never officially something, and the mere idea of them could ruin Amicea’s life. 

“There’s no need to defend it, Commander.” She offered a sad smile. “your secret is safe with me.” 

“We were kids, practically.” He sighed. “I don’t know why I’m so shocked, guess I always knew this was coming.”

“I don’t think anyone expects to stare down the person they loved on opposite sides of a battlefield.” Her eyes were so sad, as if she knew the feeling. 

Poe rubbed the back of his neck and stared at his boots. “Get some sleep.” She placed her hand on his shoulder and gave him an apologetic smile, turning and making her exit.

He pulled his comm from his pocket. His hands were shaking, he didn’t know why, it’s not like the call was going to kill him, but here he was, hovering above the communicator buttons. 

He hadn't realized he pressed it when he heard the ringing. 

“Hello?” The gruffy voice on the other line answered.

“Hey pop, it’s me.”

“Poe, I was so worried, I tried to contact you but they said you left Hosnian.” His dad sounded frantic, worried.

“Sorry pop, I, uh .. I don’t know how to say this.” He sighed. “I left Hosnian to join Leia Organa’s resistance.” There was a dead silence for a solid moment, and Poe was expecting the worst, like a child who just got caught sneaking sweets before dinner.

“As soon as I heard about her resistance, I knew it wasn’t long before you joined up.” Kes Dameron considered him a simple man as well, and all he wanted was his son to be safe, and away from the firefight. But Poe was more Bey than Dameron most days. “I don’t like it, but that’s because I don’t want to lose you too.” 

Too. Poe bit his lip, they weren’t the closest father-son set in the galaxy, but they were all each other had left. 

“You won’t pop, the general is trying to keep this away from another great war.” Poe didn’t believe that this would end peacefully and neither did Kes, but it was better to lie for now than face what was coming.

“I hope so, it’s always been my greatest fear, you having to fight the wars we did.” His dad sounded exhausted, not just in a sleep deprived way, but in the way of someone who was running on a short supply of hope. “But you know that.”

“Yeah, I do.” He nodded, even though Kes couldn’t see.

“Get some sleep, Poe.” 

“I don’t need  -” 

“I can hear it in your voice, get some rest mijo.” Poe smiled, the old nickname felt like a warm blanket on a cool Yavin summer night. 

“You too Pop, I’ll call soon.”

“I love you, Poe.”

“Love you too, pop.” 

Poe Dameron had cried more in these past few weeks than he had in his whole life. But when he was done, he finally got some sleep.

He was also a man of routine, so when he finally did wake up from his much needed rest, he walked through his autopilot of a morning. He showered, dressed, and headed for the command center. It was always bustling with life and work to do, it was relaxing, kept his head out of the clouds.

“You’re Poe, right?” He turned, and saw a taller, older man standing next to him. 

“Yeah, and you are?” Poe extended his hand, his face was weary with caution, but he needed friends.

“Friends call me Snap.” He smiled. “I’m gonna be flying under you in Blue Squadron.” 

“Snap Wexley?!” He exclaimed. “Was your mom Norra Wexley?” 

“Yeah.” Snap nodded. “Why’s that?”

“My mom was Shara Bey, they flew together!” Snap’s face lit up, and the command center came to a screeching halt. Those who didn’t know that Poe was Rebellion Royalty, they did now.

“No way, that’s crazy.” Snap’s eyes were happy, and carefree. Poe was laughing and exchanging stories of times their mothers would fly around them as kids, leaving them awestruck. 

Poe left out that he was eight the last time he saw Shara fly, but he was so happy to finally have a friend. 

“Blue Squad is having a bonfire tonight, you should stop by.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

-

“So what’s your full story, why is the son of two legendary rebel fighters just now joining the cause?” The little brunette spoke up from her side of the fire, she was still in her flight suit, just pulled down and tied around the waist. Pava, she said her name was, goes by Jess, he was trying to learn names, but he was always terrible at remembering them.

“I was with the New Republic Starfighter Corps, flew a couple missions, nothing crazy. Didn’t even know this was a thing till like two months ago if I’m honest.” He chuckled and took a drink of the shitty rum floating around the group.

“I heard that you got a diplomatic assignment to pilot some King.” Poe’s eyebrows went to his forehead. So much for confidential. 

“It was a Queen, and yes, I was in charge of transporting her from her planet to Hosnian Prime. I got into a dogfight and was pulled out of my squad for a month.” 

“What planet?” Snap asked, he was sitting on a crate, leaned forward, interested in whatever he was about to say. 

“Adrora.” He shrugged as if talking about it wasn’t ripping him to pieces.

“I heard she’s hot. Did you lay her?” Pava questioned, and all eyes were on him.

His throat felt like it was covered in cement as he swallowed. “Excuse me?”

“Oh please tell me you’ve had the talk, Dameron.” 

“I’ve had the talk I just don’t like the nature of the question.” He defended himself. The answer was yes, but he didn’t need that piece of information floating around a rebel base.

“Before or after she got engaged to the General’s son?” Pava leaned back onto a tree. Poe’s face drained of color.

“To who?” 

“Pava…” Snap began. “Crossing a line.”

“It’s common knowledge in command.” She shrugged. Poe’s world was spinning so fast he felt like he couldn’t even begin to comprehend.

“Because we heard it from her!” Pava rolled her eyes and stood. 

“Well now he knows, save the general one more heartache.” She walked off. 

“I don’t think anyone expects to stare down the person they loved on opposite sides of a battlefield.”

“Don’t worry about it Dameron, she’ll calm down.” 

“Y-yeah, It’s alright.” He looked at Snap, he couldn’t breathe. It explained so much. “I have to make a call.” He stood, setting his bottle down.

“If it’s to that Queen, drop it.” Snap grabbed his arm. “She made her choice.” 

“What choices did she have?” He ran a hand through his hair. “What choices do any of us have..” He mumbled and walked off to his quarters. 

His fingers shook above the button once more, but this time he pressed the power button and put it away.

-

“So you were never scared?”

His father laughed softly. “I didn’t say that. I’m saying that what I was afraid of then isn’t what scares me now.”

“What’re you afraid of now?”

Poe watched his father raise his eyes from the fence and stare up into the dusk sky. The sun had almost slipped behind the gas giant, and in the last moments of daylight everything seemed oddly brighter, more sharply in focus.

“That it was all for nothing,” his father said.

Excerpt From

Star Wars: Before the Awakening

Greg Rucka

[hellomrsolo]

hello! looking for a role-play partner!

Hello, you can call me JJ! This is my new blog and I’m looking for someone to role-play with! I like in-depth, paragraph role-plays. I try to write 6+ lines, 10+ on a really good day. I like to be descriptive. 

I like: Star Wars, Supernatural, Gotham, DC, Marvel, Lucifer, Sherlock, Doctor Who, and many more!

Characters that I’ll play: Kylo Ren/Ben Solo, Poe Dameron, Finn, Rey, Armitage Hux, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel. Almost any DC or Marvel character. 10th doctor, 11th doctor, etc. (I need to watch the new seasons of Doctor Who) 

Preferred Websites to Role-play: (in this order) Discord, Quotev, Tumblr DMs and you can tell me if you’ve got a better one!

RULES:

- I’m okay with most things, I don’t have any triggers and I will work around yours.

- NO Incest, Pedophilia, Rape/Non-con, Transphobia, Homophobia, Biphobia, Racism, etc. (Certain things can be mentioned if it has to do with the characters background. I will NEVER role-play incest, pedophilia, or rape. If you are any of the things in this list, you will be blocked.)

- Keeping the original story line of a movie/show or completely throwing it in the garbage is okay! 

- LGBT friendly! (I’m a non-binary lesbian!) 

- Very long or short paragraphs is fine as long as it’s not “He smiled” and that’s it. 

- NO smut, I’m just not cool with writing it. It can be implied though. 

- Platonic role-plays are awesome and encouraged if that’s what you’d like to do! Same with romantic role-plays!

- I prefer you play your OC and a character of my choice and I play my OC and a character of your choice. I am also okay with other versions of role-play, but we’d have to talk about it! :)

- I’m not sure about crossovers! I’d need to think about it!

- No AU’s like modern or vampire, but soulmates would probably be okay. 

Alright! Feel free to DM me with questions!

[myreyloblog14-blog]

So I posted this fic in like in February and I have finally decided to post to this hell sight. I thought I would post it here because like why the hell not. This has basically been my passions project since I saw TROS and has been the only thing that has been keeping me sane in these really crazy times. I have the first fifteen chapters already written and will probably posting the next chapter in the next day or two. For those of you that read it “Yay” I hope you enjoy and comments are greatly appreciated!!

~All is Found~

Chapters 1-15

Description:

“Nineteen years after the battle of Exegol, Alina Skywalker, daughter of Rey Skywalker, learns who her father truly was. Ali’s life will forever be changed when she learns that her father is Ben Solo, better known to the galaxy as Kylo Ren. With the help of her two best friends, she sets out to find her father and the love of her mother's life in a world between worlds.”