So uh I recently got really interested in star wars with the recent movie and decided "Hey, why not write something about it," and yea, here I am.
I'm well aware I have been neglecting the rest of my stories(If any of my other readers see this) and i'm sorry but i'm taking a break as I get over the writer's block for life's complications (Lel)
This is not a poe/finn story(While the first chapter seems to hint it but I assure you it's not as I don't think they match that well and I think Finn and Rey mean more to each other as they can relate much better to each other and stuff) and yea this chapter is just an intro to everything going on and if you see a lot of grammar and typos here it's cuz I really can't be bothered about them in an author's note(This might make some of you dislike me but well I'm not writing to please you so :P)
Enjoy!
~Kuntakintae
Beep. Beep. Beep.
The monotonous, never-ending sounds emitted from the machine that was tracing Finn's heartbeat filled every inch of the room, causing a dreary atmosphere to settle in the air.
"When do you think he's going to wake up?" Poe Dameron, the star pilot of the resistance asked Leia, the general of said resistance.
"I don't know," Leia answered truthfully, staring with weary eyes at Finn's unmoving body, her eyes still red and puffy from crying for her lost son, Ben, and her recently deceased husband, Han Solo.
Poe clenched his fist as he stared at the machine, allowing the constant 'beep' to reassure him that his good friend, his brother-in-arms was still alive.
They had had a major victory. By destroying the Starkiller base, the New Order's military power had diminished significantly for the time being, ensuring at least a year or two of temporary peace as they sit back to lick their wounds and heal. Just the thing the resistance needed.
While the New Republic had not contributed much to the Resistance, believing that as long as they did not help them, the New Order would not bother them, they had still been a source of income and equipment-albeit a small one, but one nevertheless. With the complete destruction of the New Republic, The Resistance had to find a new supplier for equipment and search for more sources of income. The problems it faced paled in comparison to The New Orders', but it was enough of a hassle to occupy and distract The Resistance from attacking The New Order for the time being.
Being a pilot of warplanes, trained to battle in the skies and space, Poe had found himself pretty much unneeded and useless as the leaders started to discuss about ways to improve the technology, economy and stability The Resistance. He may have been somewhat competent in battle tactics, but when it came to anything other than that, his mind would always be devoid of any useful ideas.
Thus, he had found the next best thing beside flying in a fighter jet- watching over his newest brother-in-arms, Finn.
"You seem to care deeply for him," Leia commented as she felt Poe's worry for his friend rolling off him in waves.
"He helped me off the blasted ship. He rescued me and brought hope when I felt that there was no longer any hope for me. I'd say he's a godsend," Poe replied, his eyes never leaving the machine.
"Actually, I've been thinking about that," Leia spoke up. Poe knew that whatever she was about to say was going to be extremely important, judging by the tone of her voice.
"Why, of all the clones in The New Order, was he the only one to defect? After so many years, if it were a normalcy, we would have heard of at least ten people defecting, and yet for the past few years, only he has defected. It makes me wonder…" The more Leia talked, the more Poe thought that she was talking to herself instead of to him.
Suddenly, Leia's attention focused in on Finn, a frown creasing her forehead as she stared at Finn, as though she was trying to find confirmation in something or searching for an answer. Poe stared at Leia in confusion, but decided not to ask. Leia had a lot on her shoulders- it wasn't the best time to interrogate her about it.
After a few more minutes of silence, safe for irritating machine that assured Finn was still alive, Leia finally took her focus away from Finn.
"I have some things I need to attend to. I trust you'll alert us if any changes happen?" Leia said in an inquiring tone, to which Poe merely nodded his head, acknowledging that he understood while deciding question about her abrupt departure.
"Then I'll take my leave," Leia dismissed herself, walking out of the room and closing the door quietly behind her, leaving Poe to think contemplate about everything that had happened in the past few weeks.
It had been three weeks since the destruction of the Starkiller Base, and two weeks since Rey had left to search for Luke Skywalker. Ever since then, there hadn't been any updates from her yet. It was to be expected though- the planet that the famed Jedi Master was currently residing in was quite a few systems away from where they were currently based at.
If Poe were to guess, it would take at least three weeks for Rey to find Luke Skywalker- two weeks to reach the planet, and a week to scour the entire planet-, though with all the force-sensing stuff that the Jedi possessed, she may actually find him much more easily.
He and Rey hadn't talked much, but they did share something in common- they both cared for Finn. Finn had, after all, managed to save their lives within the minuscule number of days they had gotten to know him- with him risking his life to free Poe from the clutches of Ren and fighting off said Sith till Rey regained consciousness.
Not counting the fact that without him, the planet they were currently residing in would probably have been blown to bits by now- the resistance and all their lives along with it.
If Finn had not defected, had not rescued him, had not chosen to accompany Rey, had not joined the Resistance, all of them would have lost their lives. They all- everyone in the Resistance- owed their lives to him.
Yet while the Resistance had celebrated their survival and major victory, the person who had made it all possible was lying in a coma, in a room at a remote area in the base of the Resistance. Poe wondered where was the justice in that.
"Sir, you are needed in the conference area immediately," A man's voice broke his chain of thoughts. He turned to see a rebel troop standing at the doorway.
"What for?" He asked.
"They did not specify the details, sir, but I believe it is about the Jedi Rey," The soldier replied evenly. Poe sighed.
"Thanks," Poe nodded, dismissing the soldier before standing up slowly to make his way to the conference room. He stopped at the doorway and gave one last glance behind at the still form lying on the bed.
"Wake up soon, Finn," He thought silently as he turned and continued to make his way to the conference room.