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Title: The Pilot of The Raging Storm (Title Changed)

Characters: You & Poe Dameron

Word Count: Too fucking MANY

Chapter Two - The Suffrage of the Force (And smaller obstacles)

You and Poe left Lah’mu with no struggle besides the lingering pain of your wounds, boarding the awaiting ship that was heading towards D’Qar, location of the main resistance base. Once aboard people rushed towards you and Poe, a clamor of questions causing your anxiety to rise.

“Alright people, back it up a little! I got a very hurt friend here!” His raised voice abruptly shut the lips of those curious rebels, parting to make room immediately after. His forwardness rose color to your cheeks, flattered how he was putting you first before his usual duties.

“I’m sorry about them,” He said once away from the crowd, “ Sometimes they can be a real pain in my ass.” Your purple hues flickered up to him in surprise, foul language wasn’t beyond you, but for the small time you knew him, you didn’t expect it. It was a surprise sure; but a welcome one.

You looked away, trying your best to hide the smile that had crept upon your lips, which he noticed without much effort, but left it at that. He thought your shy and quiet nature was refreshing, a smile of his own forming from the thought.

As the two of you approached a door, Poe pressed a button and it slid open, a bright light causing you to bat your eyes, conforming to the blinding light.

“This is our medical room, not that impressive but it does the job. And we have excellent doctors with us.” As if cued, a fellow Zabrak wandered in through the doors with a look of excitement.

“volks, nuin (hello, friend).”

The sound of UI’Zabrak came as a surprise to you for you hadn’t heard it in a while, not since your parents. It brought a comforting veil upon your shoulders and you responded with a head nod, a small smile being returned to him.

“When Poe said there was a fellow Zabrak now onboard, I had to take advantage of this opportunity. Most of our kind has...hidden away.” With a small moment of silence between the room he looked over his shoulder in your direction, then resumed grabbing the necessary supplies for your wounds.

You bowed your head in sympathy, it was funny what little words could do in the manner of memories. The UI’Zabrak, remembrance of what befell your kind, either pushed into hiding or worse. Amongst them all, you were probably considered to be one of the lucky ones.

While your wounds got addressed you couldn’t help but notice Poe, standing leaned against the doorway with observant eyes. Poe was the best of the best when it came to piloting whatever he could (or had to) get his hands on, which resulted in him going to places and seeing many things not everyone could attest to, yet the Zabrak were one of the few things he didn’t know a lot about. He was astonished, captivated by you and your exotic characteristics. His leering gaze carefully drew a line around your horns, poking through your lustrous black hair. With every small movement it was as if they were playing peek-a-boo, disappearing and reappearing which he found amusing. The moment a smile appeared on his lips, you rose your brow as if to question.

“S-sorry.” Damn it Poe, really. Staring at her horns, come on, man.

To your astonishment his words echoed through your head like word traveling down a cave, but instead of answering on it, you chose to let it go. Still, it rose questions for you, maybe a result of acute exhaustion yet that made no sense. The moment you decided to let it go the doctor pulled away, informing you that despite the beating you took you were healthy. Although he recommended extensive rest and minimal physical activity, he suggested you take it upon yourself and carry out introductions to General Organa, and with that he left.

After the doctor’s departure came Poe with a hand held out, which you took as you carefully slid off the medical table;his hand supporting your tremoring dependence.

“You heard the Doc, no more sticking people to the walls with spears. For now.” He joked, gently helping you balance your weight as you wobbled with only a few steps, “May I?” He asked, looking down at your legs. Your expression flashed confusion at his vague question, but shortly nodded in agreement. To your unexpected surprise he partially knelt down, one hand on your back as the other arm swept under your legs, his motions sturdy and slow to assure prudence. You hastily grabbed hold of his neck with a small squeak escaping your lips, oblivious to how tightly you were holding on.

“Don’t worry, I got you.” He said soothingly, feeling the anxiousness in your tight grip as he began walking out the room. He was sure to take it slow, allowing you to take in your surroundings so you felt a bit safer, more aware of where you were. He understood the feeling of uneasiness in a place you didn’t know, before the Resistance the feeling of apprehension would haunt him.

“I don’t mind you looking at my horns, Dameron..” You softly said to him, your head gently falling against his chest. The periodic kadunk..kadunk of his heart beat into your ear, creating a soothing rhythm that followed into your head. With every beat you expected and counted ‘til the next, you felt more solace; which brought your thoughts to spill out from your tongue.

Poe looked down in surprise. Now he knew he hadn’t been very subtle when admiring you, but the precise context of your comment threw him for quite a loop, “Was I..that obvious?” He asked, fixing his gaze straight ahead as a light shade of pink crept across his cheeks.

“No...i heard you scold yourself. I really don’t know how..but the thought was heard as if it were my own.”

He let out an embarrassed chuckle as his warmed cheeks grew deeper in color, approaching the bedroom that he thought perfect for you to rest in. With a single beep, the door slid open and he walked in, carrying you over to the bed before warily lowering you onto the surface. As gravity an exhaustion pulled at you, the loss of his arms from your figure befell you a pinch of disappointment, slowly adjusting yourself into a better position.

Poe stood over you, anxiously fidgeting with his fingers as he watched you maneuver around your aching wounds. He felt a new sensation that he hadn’t in quite awhile. Was it anxiety or something more? The question remained with nothing but butterflies erupting in his gut.

“Alright, Doctor Dameron is ordering you to rest. If you need anything, just press this fancy little button and i’ll come.” A sweetened smile followed his turn to the door but was stopped short when you gripped his wrist, forcing him to look back. Your eyes darted from the floor to his gaze, skin heating up rather quickly as the words you fumbled for just disappeared entirely.

“Is there any way you can s-stay for a while...?” You blurted out, your fingers sliding down his wrist with a softened touch along his fingers before letting go entirely. Despite the rapid firing of his scattered thoughts, his response took a mere second; a simple nod with a smile bringing you both easement and anxiety.

You took a second lifting yourself to the side of the bed, making room for him with your heart at ready to pop out of your chest. With a pat on the wrinkled blanket Poe sat beside you, elbows touching as he got comfortable. He finally settled with one leg off the side and the other next to your own heavily bandaged ones.

For a moment the air felt heavy with anticipation; anticipation of the first word to be spoken, anticipation of one another’s movements, the feeling gnawing from your stomach up. You looked at Poe, catching glimpse of his chiseled, stubble jaw from the side. With haste he managed to catch your glance, watching your face rise a few shades, seemingly the theme of the night.

“Y’know, I don’t know much about you..”He said, his cocoa hues hooking into your eyes with a severe inability to turn away. It was captivating for both parties, the obligation to hold becoming more of a want.

“I’m an open, extremely vulnerable but compelling book, Dameron.” You couldn’t help but giggle, feeling slightly out of character, but something about Poe granted you the ability to do so.

Your response cracked a joyful laughter from him, the gaze being broken for a mere moment before returning to yours. The questions started small and slow, but as the anxiety began to settle, the exchange of words began to flow. You told him how you got to Lah’mu in the first place starting with your parents, the accident, and your cut from the force. Poe chimed in about never being force sensitive which at a time like this was a privilege, following up with a touch of curiosity on the disconnects toll on you. You took a moment before answering, realizing that you’d never even asked yourself that.

“I guess...in ways more than one, I struggled. It wasn’t a physical struggle, it was an odd disconnect for my mind. Knowing that there is more within but suppressing it into normality, it can create a spiraling rage without realizing..” You looked up at Poe, nervously twiddling your thumbs at the realization that you were spilling out secrets you never admitted to another. When he looked down to see your nervous antics he placed a hand onto yours, giving it a consoling squeeze and pat.

“You will get through this, you have the Rebellion behind you, including me. I’m no Jedi expert, believe me, but I know a think or two about mental kriffs.”

As the weight of subjects began to grow heavier the night passed like that, laughter, heavy silences, and sweetened smiles all fusing into one as you unexpectedly fell asleep, your head gently falling against Poe’s shoulder. At the feeling of your soft collapse he slowly turned, reaching down to pull the top cover up and over you as lightly as possible. He felt obliged to stay, and if he allowed himself to be honest, he wanted to; and before he knew it, he too fell into a deep slumber of serene comfort.

Poe awoke quite discombobulated, unaware of what time it was or where he was laying. His first thought was i’ve been kidnapped, fantastic. As he started to look around he began to realize an unreality as the objects around the room were all trembling with unfocused power. When he glanced to his side, you still laid upon his shoulder, only you were twitching and emitting soft, fearful whimpers. Which each cry an object trembled even more intensely, leaving Poe with a mouth wide open in surprise and uncertainty, skimming across the suspended items. Quickly he took your arms in his hands, giving a gentle shake to start but your head bobbed back and forth, limp and unfazed. His hands then slid up to your cheeks, careful to grip as he felt his finger dip into a scabbed crevice sliced across your cheek.

“Wake up, come on wake up!” He exclaimed. At first the attempts seemed hopeless, unknowing that with every shouted word, it slowly broke through your clouded mind until finally, you awakened. The dim light was no match for your vibrant purple eyes, the suspended objects clattering to the floor as your mind began to clear.

“Kriff...” He mumbled, “Are you alright..?”

You shut your eyes once more, taking a moment to allow yourself to feel grounded. I’m safe, i’m here with Poe, you thought to yourself, repeating it until it circled like a broken record. It had been the same dream as before, same one as always, the one of your parents; and nothing changed, still as helpless as ever, never allowing the wound of that memory to ever heal.

“Yes...just a dr- a bad dream..A repetitive one..”You whispered. Before Poe could respond you hooked your arms up under his, pulling him in for an embrace, “Thank you, nuin (Friend)..Your effort means a lot to me...” You pulled away, your hands sliding down his shoulders, pausing momentarily on his hand. It was warm at the touch from the stationary comfort, and not the least bit soft from all the flying he did. He placed his hand over yours with a feather light caress, “Listen..I was thinking we could meet Leia, maybe get you cleaned up a bit, some fresh clothes..How does that sound?” In truth, he just thought of the idea. He was eager to get your mind off of the nightmare, seeing how much it put you into such distress. As long as he’d known you, (which wasn’t long) your actions had spoken more for you, and the weight of pain in your eyes had said enough.

You nodded in agreement and he immediately jumped off the bed, moving straight for the door. He turned back after the beep of the opening door, “I’ll be back with some clothes and then help you to one of the bathrooms, alright?”

You gave a hasty smile in response with a head nod, the curvature of your brims quick to disappear after he did. You looked around at the now cluttered room, clenching your teeth to contain the frustration you felt arising. The breakthrough of the force happened once before with a nightmare, only it had been worse; and this was close enough. You were unintentionally impulsive, and potentially dangerous, adding onto how hard you were being on yourself. Your thoughts were cut short when the door reopened and Poe came in with a short stack of black clothes,

“These were all I could find, I hope you don’t mind.” You shook your head, trembling arms increasing in intensity as you applied pressure to stand yourself up. It took time to get over to him, but you were fine with it. As Poe stepped forward to help you, you raised your hand to stop him, reaching out to take the clothes instead. He took note of your resilience, knowing in the slightest that it tied in with the deep pride of your people. He then began leading you out an into the hall, a passing glance momentarily catching the various types of rooms. Without realizing for your mind was elsewhere, you stopped as Poe did, his finger tapping away at a locked bathroom. It slid open with an inviting green light, revealing a brightly lit bathroom, stocked with all your hygiene needs.

“I’ll be right outside if you need anything.” And with that, he slid out the door before closing, leaving you to take in the blinding room. If you didn’t notice before you did now, scouring your reflection at every inch of your body, littered with cuts and slashes both big and small, the dried crimson staining your fair toned skin. With a sigh you began running the faucet water, cupping your hands under the stream before bending down and splashing it across your face. You took a moment to feel the cool stream drip down your skin, your fingers following the deep lines of your facial clan engravings. For a moment you admired the engravings, them taking you back to a more simple time with your family. You shook your head as if to brush away the thought, knowing if you fell down that rabbit hole of a thought, you would never leave the bathroom. After finally cleansing your skin of the blood, both arms and face, you looked beside you a the stack of clothes, grabbing hold and shaking it out in front of you. A charcoal colored halter jacket fell from the stack onto the floor, the shoulder brandishing a rebellion patch like Poe’s. As for what you held, it was a black leather catsuit with lightweight armor plating lining the spine and torso, some red dabbled in along the collar. The arms revealed slits along the leather allowing for more breathability, which you loved.

Your first thought when beginning to step into the suit was I got this, nothing to worry about, but the moment you bent over to help guide your leg in led you straight to failure. The feeling of imbalance followed your ankle getting stuck and as you tried to quickly pull out, you fell onto the hard, cold floor, sending a wave of pain throughout your stiff body.

“Um..P-Poe?” You called out, halfway hoping there would be no response.

“Yeah? You alright in there?”

“H-help me, please?” You let out an exasperated sigh, letting go of the suit altogether for it to fall onto the floor.

The door beeped once before sliding open for Poe who stopped forthright at the realization of you have half naked with the suit at your feet. Hastily he slammed the touchpad and the door slid shut,

“Are-are you okay? What happened?” He asked, snapping out of his surprise to begin aiding you to your feet. He reached a hand out, gripping your bandaged arm and grabbing your other with his free hand.

“I..fell..trying to get my leg in.” You couldn’t help but smile with embarrassment, laughter breaking through as your irritation became a little bit alleviated.

“Don’t worry about it, happens to the best of us. Me especially,” He leaned you against the wall, retrieving the suit off the floor and taking a knee to better position himself, opening the leg hole a bit wider, “Juuust happened to me yesterday.” As gently as he could, he pulled it up your leg with small tugs, his warmed fingers grazing your inner and outer thighs which caused a small tickling sensation. He then did the same for the other leg, standing upright after to allow you for the rest. Ever so slowly you slipped your arms in, everything beginning to fall into place once the suit hugged your skin. You stepped over to the mirror, admiring yourself once more as a whole. You would turn left and right, inspecting all parts of the suit that almost felt like it wasn’t there. You smiled with a small chuckle to yourself, shortly realizing Poe’s eyes were following yours. At the realization that his roaming eyes had been caught, he quickly shot his glance over to your back,

“May I?” Poe asked pointing to your back, finding it rather hard to pull his eyes away from you. You bowed your head for him to proceed and he obliged, slowly raising the zipper with a soft zzzzzzzzzip! echoing throughout the small room. He reached down to pick up the jacket, raising it up to offer help putting it on,

“This, I will admit, picked just for you.” He laughed at himself as he slid each of your arms in, gently fixing the bends and creases in the front with his arms around your waist, inches away from touching. You couldn’t help but look down, feeling the light brushes of his steady hands before being pulled away. You turned around, your hands sliding down your body at the refreshing feel,

“You look good.” He said with a touch of enticement, his lower lip being gently nipped.

“Daynas (Thanks), Dameron...I believe i’m ready to meet Leia.”

He entwined a sweet smile with a nod of his head, cocoa curls slightly bobbing with his movements. He pressed the button on the touchepad and led you out into the hall, guiding you past the various different rooms apart of the ship until reaching the one she was in. The two of you walked in, Leia turning to greet you both.

“General Organa, this is-”

“The famous Zabrak i’ve been hearing so much about.” She smiled, walking slowly over. You reached your hand out, an excited smile stretching the corner of your brims. As she grasped your hands with hers, your smile quickly faded, a wicked cold veil grabbing hold of your being. A fluctuation of disembodied voices overflowed your mind, steadily overlapping each other until it became to much to bare.

I have failed you, Anakin, I have failed you.

Anakin, you’re breaking my heart.

-Of him killing younglings

Luke!

Leia! Rise, Darth Vader.

This Isn’t the Jedi Way.

I am your father.

Ben! Damn it, Han. I love you.

You quickly pulled your hand away, a look of surprise painting your face.

“The daughter of Skywalker and Amidala...” You whispered, a look of astonishment passing onto Leia’s face.

“Remarkable....You don’t understand the extent of your power, do you?” She asked, studying your facial engravings. You shook your head no, feeling the anxiety beginning to set in once again.

“Why don’t we sit down and have a chat. You can tell me about the Extermination Unit you took out, Poe only told me the little bit he knows.”

Nodding in agreement, you sat down in the chair offered by Leia, being joined by Leia as well as Poe who brought a stiff drink, setting them down in front of you two before pouring himself one. You began at the start, explaining how you first discovered being force sensitive, never shying away from any details. Explaining the Lah’mu event though left you a bit scatterbrained, trying your best to recollect what had happened, but once the memory started playing like a film, the details were easy to verbalize. It left Leia silent, taking mere moments to comprehend what it all meant. Although she didn’t say it, she realized the moment you explained your burst of desperation triggered the outburst of the force, emotions were linked to your power, and anger and fear made you powerful. It was a start down the path of the dark side, or something else entirely. Instead of speaking on her speculation, Leia laid her hand upon yours, lending you words of comfort and security, offering help with your amateur knowledge on the power you wielded. Not only did they have a few experts trained in the vast knowledge of the force, they had their own Jedi, and Leia herself. Now, Leia wasn’t a Jedi, but she on a very minuscule level was in touch with the force when it dealt with empathetic emotions.

“I have a task for you, it may help with your spiritual imbalance. There has been talk of a Darksaber on Dathomir, and we can’t let it get into the wrong hands. I want you and Poe to take a transporter out there. This is your first test as a Jedi, I know you can do it.”

You swallowed nervously, grabbing the cup filled with alcohol and downing it in one gulp in response to the growing anxiety. Poe noticed how quickly the drink disappeared, offering the bottle for another which you gladly welcomed.

“When would you like us to go, General?”

“As soon as you can, you need to be well prepared. Take some time to rest, gather your strength. And I advise you start meditating, it will help find the balance. I understand how you’re feeling, nervous, scared. Your mind is like a raging storm, which is what your power can manifest into if you don’t learn to control it.”

Diligence surrounded your cup as you started slowly turning it, using nothing but the force. The liquids trembled, causing small waves with each minuscule rotation until you pulled it into your grasp, downing the next drink in a matter of miliseconds.

“Very well.” You simply said, eyes flickering from Poe to Leia. The test of ages was oncoming, and your mind was sending itself into a raging spiral, unknown of what would happen; just knowing that this would be nothing you’d ever experienced.

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