I'm Star Wars trash, welcome to my story. Obviously I don't own Star Wars.

Not everyone as the same types of skills, that was for sure. Everyone's skills have different focuses and values, but during times of war some skills and abilities seemed much more valuable than others. Ace pilots like Poe, for instance, came in very handy. Sharp shooters like Finn were useful too, and Ray had the force, and of course General Organa was an incredible leader. From the perspective of a young woman wanting to be of some use that if you didn't have any of these things you were just in the way, so Annika usually felt in the way. It wasn't as if she was completely useless, she just didn't have many exploitable attributes for a time of war. Her brother told her that as long as she stood by in support then she was helping, but what did he know. As the skilled pilot he was he was useful to the resistance, Annika wasn't. Whenever Poe returned from resistance strategy meetings Annika demanded a full recap of everything. She was waiting for the day something came up she could actually help with. Part of her was convinced it would never happen, but something in her kept telling her to wait it out just another day. One day something had to come up that she could do, and when that day came she would be ready. Today when her brother returned, Annika was given a inkling of hope.

"They're thinking of sending in a spy. Purely reconnaissance, very long term. It's all very hypothetical though, they're not even sure where they'd put him. Stormtrooper seems like a fairly easy in, but the higher ups all want someone in real close with Kylo Ren and the others in charge over there. It'd take a while for any of our men to climb through the ranks. I don't think it'll be worth the trouble for how long we'd have to wait," Poe said, tinkering with the communicator in his flight helmet.

"Does someone have to go in as a stormtrooper?" Annika asked, sitting on top of her older brother's work bench.

"Where else are we gonna put a guy?"

"Well what if you sent a woman?"

"A woman as a stormtrooper? Same problem".

"It doesn't have to be a stormtrooper."

"That's the only in we've got that would be able to stay long term."

"What about some sort of politician or nobility or something like that?"

"Why would they stick around?

"Support. They could be someone of not too much power, someone who's powerful but not in charge. They left their country to support the dark side and look to the First Order for shelter and support."

This made Poe put down his helmet for a moment to think clearly. "So, what? We dress a guy up real fancy and send him to the First Order's doorstep to ask if he can stay aboard their ship and sit in their meetings?"

"No, you dress a woman up and have her do all of those things."

"Well why a woman specifically?"

"Because we have a woman who already looks elegant and regal and who wants to help. Plus it's easier to dress up a woman with what we have available."

Poe looked up at his sister, his eyes full of concern. "Annika, who do you have in mind?" He asks, all though he's afraid that he already knows the answer.

"Me," She replies, matter of factly.

Poe turns sharply to his sister and pulls her off of his bench. He held his sister by the shoulders. His little sister, barely nineteen, who he was responsible for out here. He stood a good bit taller than her as he looked down pleadingly into her eyes.

"Annika," He said, "Please don't. I know you want to help, but this isn't the way."

"Then what is?" She asked, "Because we've been here for a year and a half and I haven't found anything to do but sit here and hold the support flag. Meanwhile people keep showing up suddenly and out of nowhere and making themselves more useful that I've ever been able to here. This could be my chance."

"You're risking your life, Annika."

"And you're not? Every time you go out on a mission you aren't putting your own personal safety aside for a minute to do some good?"

"No, Annika," He said sternly, walking away from the bench.

"No you're not risking your life?"

"No you're not going."

"That's not for you to decide," Annika said. her brother stopped in his tracks. He took a moment to breathe before turning back to her.

"It's one thing for me to be up in the air armed and shielded, it's something else entirely to send you right into the hands of the First Order completely vulnerable."

"Well they have to send someone."

"Yeah, but it doesn't have to be you." He turned to leave again, but once again was stopped before he made it to the door.

"If it's not your sister it'll be someone else's. Or someone's brother, or their child, or their friend. I'm not going to pass this up when I really do think I'd be the best person for this. Think about it, Poe. Everyone's always saying I carry myself with such a sophistication, and I look like I could be part of some nobility. I'm sure we can find something to put me in. Besides if they do find me out I don't have any information to give them other than plans that have already been carried out. I'm quiet enough to sneak around, I'm a listener, I'm clever, I really think I can do this, Poe."

There was a long pause as Poe looked his sister over. He tried desperately to find some sort of fault with her plan but he came up short. She really was clever. As much as it pained him to send her into this alone Annika really did seem to be the one they were looking for.

"If I bring you to the generals with this and they say no then that's it, you're done." He said to her, his eyes still pleading for her to stay.

"And if they say yes?"

Poe sighed in defeat. "Then I guess I won't protest anymore.

Annika smiled and walked over to wrap her arms around her brother. She could tell he still wasn't happy, but she was. Finally she might have something to do other than watch over the home space her and her brother shared here. Finally she could make something of herself.