A/N: Had an idea and don't wanna research, what do I do. Make up a fake world with a fake war and fake government...It's an AU

I had this idea in mind regarding the age gap between Poe and Finn and decided to use it in this fic. (First STORMPILOT fic btw)

Finn is 15 when he first meets 25 year old Poe so the age gap is significantly smaller. (Also because of how malnourished Finn is Poe thinks he's much younger than his actual age)

I also would like to apologize to anyone reading my other ongoing stories. I lost my usb drive with said stories on it and haven't had the heart to go back and continue them from scratch. I most definitely will though since I do not like leaving things unfinished, but thank you for you patience and dedication.

I started college and life has been chaotic but I'm back at it again in this writing jazz and hopefully I've gotten somewhat better as well.

If this reads like I didn't reread/edit it it's because I didn't and wrote it in the middle of the night and had to fight with myself on whether or not I should post it.

The Soldier

War: Ugly, brutal, and downright wrong. Poe Dameron was no stranger to the concept of war. From the moment of his birth, he was catapulted into a worldwide war that had been raging for 20 years prior. Countries would wage war with one another only for the united forces to stop them. Poe lived in the capital of said forces and had heard stories from heroes saving war torn countries, freeing child soldiers, and helping unite the people. War was just another element to life, but it was also an opportune time to help.

Poe was lucky to have been sheltered from the worst part of the war since his home was much wealthier and more influential than other places on the globe, but that didn't mean the war affected him and his family any less. He had lost his father to the war when his plane went down as a result of enemy fire as he attempted to deliver supplies to united troops. When the Dameron family heard the devastating news, Poe watched his mother deteriorate right in from of him and not soon after she too was lost as a result of war. After the loss of his parents, Poe decided to aid in war efforts and enlist in the air force. He worked hard for five years and soon became the youngest pilot at age 25 to fly into enemy territory.

Poe's duties in the war included mostly delivering supplies and helping get troops in and out of battle as quickly as possible. He tried to avoid any job that would require him to take life. Poe knew the war was still raging but since he never really interacted with the enemy, he wasn't really sure who they were fighting and what the war was actually about. Political leaders had taken proactive steps to keeping the public in the dark especially the wealthier public that were only involved if they volunteered like Poe and his Father before him.

It was on one typical mission that Poe would once and for all learn the truth about the war.

It was your typical mission. Fly in. Deliver the supplies to the ground troops and fly out. No harm no foul.

Poe's air force training only included flying and how to use a firearm. As a result, Poe was completely prepared for when his plane was shot out of the sky. They had taught him in the academy how to safely land in case of an emergency. He was not prepared, however, for guns to be pointed at him and then escorted into a huge hall where he was then forced to kneel in front of a huge audience.

His captors prodded his back with their guns. An unspoken message heard loud and clear: If you move you die.

Poe swallowed thickly, his throat dry from fear.

"Umm..."

"SILENCE!" A loud booming voice sounded and Poe along with everyone else in the room's attention was directed towards an individual in the center of the room.

The figure was clad in all black and wielded a long cross shaped blade.

Poe's eyes nearly popped out of his head as his mind began running through possible scenarios of his eventual demise.

His actions were not missed and the figure laughed.

"Another prisoner means another victory to the Empire!" The figure cheered as mountainous applause erupted around Poe. Even his captors had decided to join in laughing at Poe's expense.

After a minute or so the figure raised his hand to silence the crowd and pointed his sword at Poe's neck.

"Do you know why you're here?" The figure asked, venom dripping from their voice.

Poe considered whether he should stay quiet or answer. Seeing as how he would probably be killed anyway he chose the latter.

"Well," He began choosing his words carefully, "I was flying my plane and all of a sudden it was shot down-"

"BAH!" The figure threw out his hands, "Look at how he lies, I was merely flying my plane," The figure mocked Poe which again made the audience erupt into laughter.

"Silence," They said once again lifting their hand to silence the crowd. "Are you or are you not a part of the United's forces?"

Poe stiffened. He was in deep shit now. He had heard rumors of the famed Empire but he had always thought it was a hoax. The war for the most part included the united aka Poe's home turf fighting extremists who had somehow gotten a hold of political world power and weapons. If the empire was a part of the mix, that means there was way more to this war than met the eye.

The figure saw Poe's body tense up and laughed. From under a dark hood, Poe could see gleaming teeth.

"You body gives you up, united swine!" The figure motioned towards Poe's captors who at second thought Poe noted were rather young, "Throw this trash in a cell." The figure continued as he pointed to a door behind him.

Poe tried to resist but his attackers struck him square in the jaw and he was out cold.

By the time he had woken up Poe noted he was in a damp cell with a blanket and food tray.

His head throbbed from where he was struck, but other than that he was fine. Well as fine as you could be as a prisoner of war.

He groaned as he tried to go over what he had learned from his encounter with the enemy.

Instead of a ragtag bunch of political terrorists, Poe was caught by a sophisticated militarized group which seemed to be under a larger organization known as the Empire. Whereas his united forces were always depicted as saviors who help free countries from what he now knew as the "empire's" clutches, the empire had painted them as menaces and swine. What was right? Had he been supporting the wrong cause all this time? Why did his father have to die? Was united lying to the troops and pilots?

"Are you done?"

Poe looked up and saw a small boy who looked to be around the age of 13 wielding a large rifle. He'd heard about child soldiers but he'd never actually thought they existed. At that moment he knew the united forces were not wrong. Any organizations able to send children out to fight and die were scum.

The boy had large brown eyes and scruffy short black hair. Poe could see his ribs poking out from his well worn shirt and he almost cried.

He looked down at the tray in front of him and pushed it towards the boy.

"Here," He said emotion seeping through his every word, "you need it more than me, kid."

The boy looked up at him with wide eyes. "Wha...?"

"FN-2197, what's taking you so long? Hurry up!"

The boy froze at the sound of what Poe could only imagine was his superior. He straightened his rifle looked Poe dead in the eye and said, "I wouldn't do that again if I were you," grabbed the tray and rushed down the hall out of sight.

Poe sighed and shook his head.

"They don't even have the decency to name these kids"

He put pulled his knees toward himself and slept.

He woke up what he could only imagine as hours later to someone banging on the bars of his cell.

"Wake up sleeping beauty~ the general wants to see you now" A guard that Poe hadn't seen before cooed from the other side of the bars.

"Hugh..." Groggily Poe wiped his eyes and for a second thought he was back at the barracks, "Jess stop playing around"

The guard chuckled darkly, "My name's not Jess."

Poe head snapped up and immediately he remembered the events that had lead him to his current predicament.

"Ughhh..."

The guard opened the door, "Get up!" He said as he jabbed Poe in the ribs with his gun, "We wouldn't want to keep the man of the hour waiting now would we."

Poe felt the air leave his body as he was roughly jabbed. He was really starting to regret not eating.

Roughly the guard pulled him up to his feet and shoved him towards the door.

"Go!" He snarled jabbing him harder in the ribs.

"Easy easy I'm going." Poe was pretty sure his ribs were bruised but he said nothing of it and just allowed himself to be lead towards the "general's" direction.

After a minute or so, the two approached a large door.

The guard stopped and used the gun to push Poe into the door, "Go in".

Poe stumbled into the room as his eyes adjusted to the brightness.

"Sit" Another voice joined him in the room. Poe looked around but saw no chair. Then out of the corner of his eye he spotted a table in the middle of the room. It was placed at a weird angle that seemed almost completely perpendicular to the floor.

"Umm..."

Suddenly two guards out of nowhere grabbed Poe and strapped him down to the table.

Poe began to struggle, "W-wait! HEY! WHAT ARE YO-"

"SCILENCE!"

Poe recognized that loud booming voice.

"Shit..."

The hooded figure was back again, "Hello Mr. Prisoner it seems you've been well"

Poe grimaced at his words and but stayed silent.

In one fell swoop the figure removed his hood to reveal a young man with greasy hair.

Poe snorted at the sight; which was a bad choice given his circumstances.

"Shut up!" The young general snarled.

The man was not as nearly as intimidating as Poe had thought and his childish retort only caused the pilot to laugh harder.

No wonder he wore a hood. This was priceless.

The man snapped his fingers and before Poe could comprehend what was happening, one of the guards to his left punched him so hard he could have sworn he felt something come loose. He knew that would DEFINITELY leave a mark.

"Fuck!" Poe screamed, the pain blinding him.

"That's enough" The man said curtly. The guard bowed and backed away.

"Not so gutsy now, ey?" The man smirked, "Well now that pleasantries are out the way, how about an introduction". He moved to stand directly in front of Poe.

"My name is Kylo Ren and welcome united swine to the Empire," Kylo Ren gestured grandly to the room around them.

Poe stared at him.

"Oh how rude of me..." The man snapped his fingers again and the other guard punched Poe, this time in his bruised ribs. Poe coughed tasting subtle traces of blood.

Angered, Poe barred his teeth at Kylo Ren.

Ren looked at Poe as if he had done nothing wrong, "What?" He said trying to feign innocence, "When someone introduces themselves it's only proper you do as well."

Poe clenched his teeth, glared, and said nothing.

Ren tsked at his actions and singled the guard to continue his assaults.

Over Poe's screams, Kylo Ren laughed, "Just tell me you name and he'll stop."

Poe could feel himself starting to lose consciousness. He wasn't meant for this. He hadn't trained to sustain beatings. Hell, he was just a pilot: A good one, but a pilot none the less.

"Poe...Poe Dameron, pilot." He spat out his response with as much venom as he could muster just before everything went black.

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