The wreckage was immense, a giant pile of burning, melting scraps. The battle must have just happened, and how I slept through the entire thing is beyond me. I was seventeen, I was a teenager so I was able to sleep whenever and wherever I wanted. Despite being so young I was mature, able to take care of myself. I lived alone on a desolate planet in the outer rim, I never knew my family. I had friends of course, most of them dead by now, killed by the First Order. I was hardened by this.

I was scouring the wreckage for scraps, anything I could sell. Maybe with luck I could find a few weapons. All I had was a lightsaber, given to me by the force ghost of Mace Windu when I was eleven. The lightsaber used to be his, it was taken to a Jedi temple after his death. Without a teacher I had to teach myself the ways of the force. In a sense, I was glad that I was alone, it made it easier to concentrate.

I climbed through the burning wreckage, I was wearing a helmet to protect me and mask me from prying eyes. Every time the first order came to my planet I would steal from them, so naturally I was wanted. The wreckage was made of a mix of resistance fighters and first order ships. Dead soldiers littered the ground, resistance and first order soldiers alike. Some in pieces, some intact. I scavenged through the bodies for ammunition and food. I managed to find ammunition that could work in my blaster rifle that I found.

The battle was fought right beside a town, it wasn't a particularly large or wealthy town, but it was one of the biggest on the planet. Before the resistance came, this planet was controlled by the first order. I did my best to mess with them, steal from them, attack them, pillage. To put it simply, they hated me.

I was nearing the edge of the battlefield when I found a mostly intact x-wing that crashed. One of its s-foils was broken off, but other than that the ship looked fine. I excitedly ran over to the ship to see what I could get. When I got close to the ship I stopped dead. The man in the ship was still alive, I felt it in the force. I cautiously approached the cockpit, I had never experienced this in all my scavenging. I pried open the cockpit with the force and looked at the man sitting there unconcious. He wasn't badly injured, but he didn't look this he was going to wake up soon. I looked around the ship, I knew for a fact that I wasn't the only one scavenging out here. But I knew that I was the only one kind enough to save this man.

He looked a bit heavy for me to carry, but I would manage. I carefully lifted his body and slung him over my shoulder. I may have cheated a little with the force on carrying him, but I made good time back home. I encountered practically no one, everyone must have still been hiding from the battle. It wasn't really clear who won the battle, it kind of looked like a stalemate. I skirted around the edge of town to avoid suspicion, I did look like I kidnapped someone.

When I got home I set the man on my couch and dropped my loot on the table. I took my helmet off and turned to my newfound stuff. A stormtrooper's blaster and some ammo to go with, and a better blaster rifle of sorts and a little ammo to go with that. I put that stuff with my other stolen stuff, most of which was from the first order. Usually I don't steal, I don't think it's okay, but the first order was my exception. I had boxes of supplies that I stole from them, food, weapons, medical supplies. Medical supplies!

I grabbed a box of medical supplies and when over the the unconscious man. I had no freaking clue what to do with most of the stuff in the box, but the blue vials were unmistakable. Bacta was invaluable, wars could be fought over it on this planet. I grabbed one and looked at it, I had no idea where to inject it. I guessed the leg would be okay. I carefully stuck the needle in his leg and pressed the little plunger thing down.

I noticed a shiny thing around his neck, no I wouldn't steal it if it were jewelry, jewelry is for pussies. He was wearing a dog tag for identification. I turned it over and read his name. Poe Dameron. Poe Dameron the resistance fighter. The pilot. Laying on my couch. He was quite pretty, a chiselled jaw, curly brown tuffs of hair, well muscled, which why he was so freaking heavy. He was wearing an orange pilot's uniform, which was ripped and dirty. He wasn't wearing a helmet, no idea why he must've lost it. To be truthful, I wanted to join the resistance but I hadn't been able to find a way off this desolate rock. I could be a useful asset to the resistance. I guess I could call myself a Jedi, though I had no formal training.

I sat there watching Poe, whatever there was to watch. He breathed, woohoo. Eventually he began to stir and his eyes opened. He lay there blinking for a minute, looking dazed. He started to look around, and his eyes finally reached me.

"How long have you been watching me…?" he asked hoarsely, narrowing his eyes.

"Longer than necessary, honestly," I responded.

He was obviously creeped out by me, I was perched on the arm of the couch by his feet. I wasn't even sitting, I was squatting, flexing my epic leg muscles. My lightsaber was clipped to my belt, I was trying to make it as obvious as I could that I was a Jedi. I wasn't really a socially apt person.

He sat up and looked around my small home. He saw my stack of boxes with first order insignia all over them. He looked at me again suspiciously. I kept looking at him while smiling. He looked really freaking confused, nothing was probably making any sense to him. He just crashed his ship in a battle he lost and now he was on a couch in a small home with a weird girl and first order supplies.

"My droid!" he yelled as he lept to his feet and I sprang off the couch. "Where's my droid?"

I vaguely remembered a droid in the ship I got Poe out of, but to be honest I was more concerned about the unconscious man in the crashed ship. "I kind of remember a droid in the ship…"

"I need that droid!" he yelled.

"Okay, okay," I responded. "We can go back out to the wreckage and look for it. But there's no guarantee that it'll still be there!"

"Fine."

We grabbed some weapons just as a precaution and headed out to the battlefield. Poe grabbed the nicer blaster rifle and I got stuck with the stormtrooper's blaster. We walked close together, both wary of the first order coming back. We scrambled over the burnt, twisted metal to the other side of the battlefield where Poe's crashed ship was. The nearer we got, the more apparent it became of the droid's demise.

"Gone," he moaned. The droid was not the ship where it was supposed to be. "Bee-Bee-Ate!" he yelled. His voice echoed over the burned ground. Nothing responded, not a scuffle of dirt or sigh of wind. "I need that droid, it's really important to me."

Worldly attachments, psh. Fine, I guess I would help him get his droid back. "We'll start searching the city for it, but I suggest we don't split up. There might still be First Order soldiers here."

He nodded in response, and we started back toward the city away from the scorched battlefield.