Hello everyone! So this is attempt #2 at my Star Wars story – I began my story on here using multiple points of view, and then realized that I have literally NO story for half my characters. That's when I realized this story was basically a Poe/OC story, so I decided to pitch the old one, edit it down, and focus primarily on Poe and my OC. This first chapter has a bit of Han and Kylo POV (Kylo might return for just a bit) but that will be pretty much it. Rated M for obvious reasons for later chapters. I hope you all enjoy!

QUICK NOTE - My Star Wars obsession is fairly new - I have never read the books or watched the TV shows, and most of my background info comes from Wookieepedia. So I apologize in advance if some things go against all that background canon stuff. Let's just say we're basing this off the movie-verse. And of course, I do not own these characters (although if someone wants to send me Poe Dameron, please do) and I make no profit off them. All I own is the idea for Vaneli. This is all for my own amusement - and hopefully yours!

D'Qar - A few days earlier

The plan had been set in place. Han had sent Chewie to go ready the Falcon with Finn, who would be accompanying them, and he waited until the rest of the room had cleared out. Leia was the only one who remained – she was staring at the plans for Starkiller Base almost too intently, obviously trying to ignore the silence and tension in the room. He didn't have to have the Force to know that she was thinking about their son. Han wanted desperately the run, to do the one thing he was good at – but this was too important. She had to know, just in case something happened and he wasn't able to tell her later.

"Hey, um, Leia?" he mumbled, approaching her and then reaching out to tap her shoulder, only to stop awkwardly before he did so. She looked up at him, and Han could read on her face that she was worried. Not about the awkwardness between them – she was worried about Ben, as he had suspected. He knew that look all too well, and he'd seen it far more than he liked.

"There's something I have to tell you. It's about the girl," he explained. Leia pushed aside the plans and nodded.

"I know, I'm a bit hesitant myself to allow that boy to go after her – I don't want his head to get clouded, focusing only on her…" she began.

Han shook his head and cut her off. "No, no, it's not that. We have to save her, Leia. She's…it's her. It's Raven," he told her.

Leia's eyes widened and she lowered her voice, an old habit she'd always done when discussing important information, just in case someone was nearby listening to her. "Are you sure? How do you know?" she asked him curiously.

"You'll know when you see her, Leia. She's exactly like him – and then she told me about her past. How she'd been left on Jakku by her family, and how they'd never come back," Han explained. Leia closed her eyes and let out a long sigh.

"That has to be her. And now she's in the hands of our enemy. I told him, I told Luke he couldn't just dump her there and hope for the best. Han, did she…I mean, does she…the Force? Did you notice?" she asked him. He shook his head.

"Sorry, you know I'm never good at picking up on that stuff. But it is her, Leia. We have to get her back. If they figure out she's Luke's daughter, I can't imagine how devastating it would be to the Resistance. I can't imagine what they'd do to her…"

Leia nodded in agreement and without warning, gave Han a big squeeze. At first, he froze for a second out of shock, before wrapping his arms around her as well and resting his head on hers.

"Now I know why you offered her a job," Leia chuckled into his shoulder. Han pulled away and flashed her one of his classic grins.

"Well of course – who better to teach her how to be an amazing co-pilot than her uncle?"

D'Qar - Present time

The transfer of the base was going to be absolute hell.

That was all Poe Dameron could think when they announced that they would be packing up and heading to their next location, since it wasn't safe to stay here any longer now that the Order knew they were here. He always hated moving bases; it was all busy work and not entertaining at all, and he was going to genuinely miss D'Qar. It was a beautiful planet, and flying around at night, staring at the stars in his X-Wing had become one of his favorite past times. This time, they would also have to be careful because they had Finn, who still had not woken from his coma. He could only imagine how difficult it would be to transfer him and all those machines he was hooked up with.

Still, Poe knew that he could grumble all he wanted- but it was a necessity that he had to partake in. Being a soldier meant you sometimes had to do things you didn't want to do. Their next destination was going to be Naboo, which surprised him. It was a very populous planet and had quite a…history in the battle against the Light and the Dark, but he supposed it made sense. It was so popular, they probably wouldn't expect their base to locate there. Senator Berenko, who had always sympathized with the Rebellion, had helped them find an ideal location on the planet and assured them that the majority of Empire sympathizers had been run from the planet before her untimely death. The thought of her being killed along with the entire Capital of the Republic still made Poe's blood boil. Thank the Maker the Starkiller Base was just a memory now.

Just as Poe was getting ready to board his X-Wing and say goodbye to the D'Qar for good, Leia approached him from across the hanger.

"Commander Dameron! I'm glad I caught you before you left," she told him. He removed his helmet so he could properly address the General and hopped off the ladder of his beloved ship.

"General – everything is all set to go here. The med team has already left with Finn and all their supplies, and my team is about to get out of here with our last batch of cargo," he explained quickly. She smiled and patted his shoulder.

"Thank you, Dameron, but I'm not here for a briefing. I just wanted to thank you for everything you've done lately, and I wanted to let you know that the tracking device you were able to plant on the Order's ship has given us some coordinates," she informed him. Poe's eyes widened.

"Really? That's great!" he exclaimed. While they had been attacking Starkiller Base, waiting for Han and Chewie to take down the defensive shield, Poe had taken a slight detour towards the hanger where the Order kept all their ships. He knew what Ren's ship looked like – having been taken prisoner upon it and everything – and he'd managed to shoot a homing device at it, in the event that they were able to escape the planet after they destroyed the base. At the time, he'd had no idea if he'd actually made contact. It was the first time they'd ever shot a homing device from a ship. His slight detour had apparently paid off though, and now they'd be able to plan their next attack.

But Poe knew that Leia had more reason than him to be excited about the prospect of new coordinates. "That means…Ren is probably alive, then," he muttered, addressing his hands instead of looking at her when he spoke. Bringing up Ren around the general was always an awkward subject and something he was never going to get over. He knew that Ren was her son and all, but to him – he was the monster in the mask who'd almost killed him.

Leia sighed and nodded. "I knew that before we got the coordinates, Poe. I would know if my son had died," she reminded him. Poe nodded, forgetting for a moment that she too had the Force. She had felt when Han had passed away – he hadn't even thought about how that same feeling would probably strike if her son hadn't made it out alive.

"Well, I'm glad I could be of service. Where did they go, if you don't mind me asking?" he asked her.

"Raydonia," she told him. Poe wrinkled his eyebrows. The place sounded – familiar, but he couldn't quite place why he thought that. He was about to ask, only to have a fellow pilot call for Leia and drag her away from him before he could open his mouth.

"We can talk later, Dameron…see you on Naboo," she said with a smile before turning her attention and leaving him to finish packing.

Raydonia

Kylo's face felt like it was on fire, and the bacta was not doing a damn thing to help.

"Well, I am sorry sir, but…your face was slashed with a lightsaber. It's going to take time to heal," one of the medics hesitantly told him. Kylo just shot him a dirty look, knowing that he was right but not giving him the satisfaction of admitting it.

"Will it scar?" he asked, examining his reflection in a nearby mirror. The edges were starting to heal, but there was still a good deal of open flesh upon his face. It was tinged blue from the bacta to stop infection, and Kylo wished he could put his helmet on so he wouldn't have to look at it. He'd been expressly forbidden to not wear it though, and to let the wound breathe.

"We can try everything to make sure…" the medic stammered.

"So that's a yes?" Kylo asked. The medic slowly nodded.

"Good," he grumbled. He stood up and headed towards the door, grabbing his lightsaber on the way.

"I have to meet with Supreme Leader, I expect tonight you'll bring something more effective than bacta," he snapped at the medic. The medic said something quietly about making sure he would before Kylo left his quarters and shut the door behind him.

Snoke was always an intimidating, fierce presence in Kylo's life, but every time he saw him in person, he felt such a rush of admiration and intimidation that it almost made him sick. This time was slightly different – he was also scared. Kylo Ren did not get scared often. He knew he had failed, and he had failed spectacularly. The Resistance had no doubt located Luke Skywalker by this point, and things were going to be extremely difficult for them if they were able to convince his old master to come back and fight them. Kylo was confident in his abilities – but he knew Luke and he knew him well. He knew he was more powerful than he could imagine and would be a serious threat.

Snoke sat in his throne room, with Hux on his left, and on his right…it was a woman. Kylo felt his stomach sink when he saw her. He knew who that was, having worked with her before, and if she was here…things were even worse than he thought.

"Kylo Ren," Snoke bellowed, leaning forward in his chair and staring at him. Kylo immediately knelt down to his leader, unable to look him in the eye just yet. He could feel the anger and disappointment radiating off of him.

"I trust you know why you're here," he told him, leaning back. Kylo nodded.

"I have failed the First Order. I was unable to stop the Resistance from destroying our base and finding the map to Luke Skywalker," he prattled off. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Hux smirking. Asshole. Why hadn't he died at the base? They'd lost good soldiers, but somehow he made it out.

"Stand, Kylo," Snoke commanded. Kylo stood and taking a deep breath, he raised his eyes to look at him. All seven feet of him sat straight up, and Kylo couldn't help but note that his master looked…slightly healthier than normal. It was hard to tell with him, as he had looked like a wrinkled old man since the moment Kylo had met him. But despite their recent defeat he couldn't help but sense an air of satisfaction about him.

"It is true, what you said. You failed, but I cannot help but feel that I should take part of the blame," he told him sadly. "I did not finish your training as I should have. I thought you were ready to go out on your own, but I was wrong. By failing you as a teacher, you in turn failed me as a student. We're here to fix that," he explained.

Kylo could feel his heart lighten a little. No punishment?! Just the promise of more training? This was turning out much better than he had hoped – until he glanced at the woman again. Her blood red lips were smirking, and he felt his heart sink again. He knew where this was going now.

"This is why I have brought my daughter here today. She will help you with your training, and we will regroup and come at the Resistance stronger than ever. Vaneli, are you ready to complete Ren's training?" he asked the woman. She nodded, her chin length blonde hair bobbing as she did so.

"Yes, Father. I'm ready," she responded. Snoke looked pleased and waved his hand to dismiss Kylo.

"Report to the hanger at first light tomorrow. Your training will resume then."

In Vaneli Snoke's quarters, the young woman sat on her bed, legs crossed, eyes closed, focusing on the Force that surrounded her and trying to block out the many thoughts and feelings of the Order soldiers who marched around the base.

Tears were falling down her face as she did so, although she couldn't allow herself to fully succumb to her emotions. Snoke would surely feel it. After years of practice, she'd gotten very good at keeping people from reading her mind. Especially him.

In order to keep herself sane, she allowed herself brief glimpses into her memories. Replaying them in her brain was the only way to keep herself strong, but she could never linger in her past too long. Too long, and someone would surely sense it, and she'd be ruined.

A young girl, crying over the body of her mother…slightly older girl, being taken by soldiers, crying and desperately trying to get to her house, which was engulfed in flames…a menacing, wrinkled monster telling her to stop crying, telling her that she was powerful, and he was her father now…

She took a deep breath and forced the memories away. Her tears stopped, and she reached up to rub them away from her cheeks.

She stood up and walked to her dresser, picking up her lightsaber. She turned it on, and red blades of light erupted from both ends. She remembered when Snoke had first given it to her, telling her the story of Darth Maul, a Sith apprentice who fought with a similar weapon. Two blades were always better than one, he'd told her. Maul had been a failure, but the Force was stronger in her than it had even been in him. She would not fail with this weapon, he had assured her.

Turning off the saber and placing it back on her dresser, she undressed and crawled in to bed. She had a long day ahead of her tomorrow, and she knew exactly what Kylo's first lesson was going to be.