Because even super Jedi girls need to dress well for a dinner, and starfighter aces need to get a date.
Not related to my other story "Fighting over a Jedi" though you can treat it as such.
New Resistance HQ
Unknown planet, unknown system
I must write a book on how to travel irregularly from Planet A to Resista…no Planet B, Rey thought, as she stepped off the small shuttle. She had just taken nearly a dozen sub-light speed and hyperspace jumps from Master Luke's training base to the new Resistance HQ. One day, I will write a huge book on space travel, but only when this crazy war is over, she thought.
"Beep, bop, beep, beep, bop," Rey felt a circular object bump against her feet and the series whistles. "BB-8!" She screamed with delight and before she could even bend down, the BB unit had extended its hooks and attached them to her back, effectively 'hugging' the young Jedi Knight. In doing so, the droid was effectively 'hugging' her. "Hey, he..." Rey started but astromech droid whistled a query.
"Yes, yes, R2-D2 is fine," Rey said, trying not to bring her lips directly to BB-8's head. "Yes, he's helping guard Master Luke and no, they're in good company together." BB-8 whistled off another statement. "Yes, I'll tell R2 you and Threepio miss him." The droid then twirled its head before releasing its hooks. Setting it down, Rey thought the little droid was finished with its questions but it continued to whistle another few statements. "Just in time for a party? What Party?"
Before she reply, the droid spun up his motors and rolled like a racing pod across the landing pad. Rey had to use Force Speed to keep up with it. Just as the droid entered the main building, an arm yanked her and instantly she reached for lighstaber. "Hey, hey, it's just me," a familiar voice said.
"Finn!" she exclaimed, her fear immediately changing to elation and her lips meeting his straight away. "Oh gosh, how I miss you!"
"I miss you too," he said, not exactly expected that deep kiss. "Look at you, a Jedi Knight!"
"Well, actually one more test to go," she smiled, standing back. "What's that rank?" She pointed to the chevrons on his arms.
"Uh, just corporal for now. But my platoon leader is recommending me for the officer's academy!"
"Yay!" She embraced him once more and gave him several deep kisses on his lips. With the news over, he asked, "So back for a fortnight right? You're just in time for the grand ball."
"Ball? What ball?"
"Oh General Organa is hosting a short celebration after that success we had in re-taking two sectors from the First Order. Just an evening party, dinner and dance."
"Dance?!" Rey exclaimed. Growing up in desert-filled Jakku, all she saw were people walking around a campfire, trying to keep warm during the cold nights.
"Yeah. Supposedly we have to dress up prope…" His statement was cut off by several beeps.
"Corporal Finn here., yes, yes Sergeant, I'll be there." Turning to Rey, "Sorry, I've got to complete my duty. See you a few hours time?" He gave her a kiss on her head, waved and dashed off.
Grand ball?! Dance?! Dressing up?! Rey thought silently. I know nothing about this. I just am a simple girl, having worn basic clothes on a desert planet for years and on some island-filled planet for Jedi training. I don't know anything about formal clothing or dancing. Master Luke never mentioned anything about formality at all, just that a Jedi must cast away her adventurous thoughts and focus. Now what heck am I going to do? Embarrass Finn in front of the whole Resistance? Rey suddenly found herself in the main hangar bay. After passing byseveral A, B and Y-Wings, she found herself amongst the sleek, dark T-70 X-Wings. "Excuse me Miss," she saw a tall security guard with a blaster rifle, "Do you have business here?"
"Uh, I'm looking for B…uh Poe Dameron," she started, remembering the name of the Resistance Commander who help destroy Starkiller base.
"Commander Dameron is still flying. Do you have an ID for being down here?"
"N.." He then noticed her lightsaber and waved her in. The Perks of a Jedi, Rey smiled. As she neared the X-Wings, she heard another female voice. "No, what do you mean you have no means of transporting it? The ball is at the end of this week and I need it!" Rey noticed the dark-haired girl in flight suit slamming down a comlink.
"Hi," she started.
"Oh, hi," the girl said. "Silly clothes shop. They said the delivering droids can't be repaired and I've to go to the shop to get my own dress! We've got a war to fight and they want me take time off base to collect my dress!"
"The ball?" Rey asked.
"Yeah, the ball. Do you have yours ready? Maybe I can use the droids that deliver yours."
"Actually, I just got back here. And I have no real clothes at all, definitely not for this ball."
"Really? You poor thing. A pretty chick like you ought to have…" The pilot stared at her for a few seconds. "Aren't you the one who defeated that Dark Jedi?"
"Uh, well not exactly defeated. He's still active," Rey blushed.
"Oh, I guess I heard the wrong Bantha rumour then." She extended her hand. "I'm Jessika Pava. Blue Three. Everyone calls me Jess. You are?"
"Rey."
"Hi Rey. You ought to get a nice dress. Come along with me?"
To Be Continued.
