Hello, lovely readers!

Welcome to my newest story. This is my first attempt at a Star Wars fic, so I'm quite nervous to delve into this fandom. I absolutely adore Star Wars and loved episode seven, especially that dashing dark haired pilot we all love, Poe Dameron. A lot of his background and events of episode seven we didn't see on screen that I've incorporated into this story, I've taken from what's been written on the internet. So I apologise if any details are wrong. Plus at the end of the day it's fan-fiction. It's all supposed to be a bit of fun anyway. And I hope you all like my OC, Eva Reigns.

So I hope you enjoy it. This chapter is a bit of a prologue in ways. Normal chapters will be longer.

This chapter is named after 'Hello' by Adele

Eva Reigns's Point Of View

I held my breath as I switched on the engine of my speeder, hoping with all my heart it would actually work. I let it tick over for a few moments before it finally revved to life, geared up and ready to go. I stood back and admired the vehicle from afar, smirking proudly at the fruits of my work. I'd been working on it for six months now, building it from scratch, and now it was finally ready for its first test run.

She actually worked.

I was a mechanic, and a damn good one at that. I'd learnt from my father who was one of the best mechanics on Jakku until an accident when I was a child left him with a paralysed arm and the removal of his left leg. But that didn't stop me from learning and fixing things and building brand new wonders.

I loved it, it was my passion, and as I stood back, I gazed upon the first major thing I'd ever built. I'd done things in the past like repair droids, fix weapons and mend broken forms of transport, but my speeder had been my first major project, the first thing I'd done from scratch. It had taken months to build, the speeder made from bits of ships from the Starship Graveyard and things I'd traded at the Niima Outpost.

And now she was done, now she was working, and now I was about to take her out on her very first run. The smile refused to leave my face.

"She's a beauty," came by dad's voice from behind me. I turned around to see him emerging from the house, wheeling himself out in his chair.

I grinned at him, my brown eyes sparkling with excitement. "She actually works, father. I didn't even think the engine would switch on."

"I taught my girl well," he smiled. "You've done a wonderful job, Eva."

"Where's Lila? I asked. "I want her to see it too."

"She's gone to the outpost," he answered. "She won't be home until this evening."

My big sister was a nurse, so more often than not she was out an about, seeing patients and helping those in need of medical aid.

"I guess she can see it when I'm back," I said as I walked over to grab my goggles and headscarf. I slipped the goggles over my eyes and wrapped the scarf over my head, making sure my brown hair was tucked in. finally I slipped on a jacket. Jakku was very prone to dessert storms so it was always wise to keep yourself well protected, even as a precaution.

I moved over to the speeder and walked it over to the entrance of our garage.

"Be careful out there," my dad said. "She's new so take it easy until she's settled."

"I will," I replied, jumping onto it and settling myself in the seat, getting myself comfortable. "I'll be home for dinner."

And with that, I pushed it into gear, pressed forward with the accelerator and she sped off.

Our home was out the outskirts of our village, around a mile outside the Niima Outpost, so it didn't take me too long to arrive at one of the baron wastelands that occupied Jakku. In a matter of minutes, the village was out of sight and I was surrounded by sandy desserts, the only things around me being mounds of sand as the burning sun sat high it the bright blue sky.

I had taken it easy with my speeder until I was a safe distance away from society. The last thing I needed was an accident or for the thing to blow up or burn up whilst in an urban area. But now I had all the open space I needed so I could see what my little project was really made of.

I turned the engine up, put her into gear, revved up the acceleration and hit the throttle hard, the speeder shooting straight off over the sands.

"WOOHOO!" I screamed in joy as she picked up speed, moving faster and faster, easily able to corner when I chose to change direction. The thing could move, and she was easily taking the power I was putting into her. Nothing rattled and nothing broke off, the engine easily adapting when I pushed harder on the throttle. I tried the brakes, the speeder stopping quickly and without difficulty, soon able to get back up to speed again.

It was euphoric really, gliding over the sand as such a pace. I'd never moved so fast in my life, never mind the fact that I was the one actually controlling the vehicle. The life of a mechanic was never really much of a fun one. But this was exciting, this was freeing, and the adrenaline that flowed through my veins made me feel on top of the world.

It wasn't only that, it wasn't just the speed and the freedom that was making me feel as high as a kite. It was the fact that my speeder worked, my project was a success, and I was unashamedly proud of myself that I had achieved this. The six months of hard work was worth it and now I could enjoy my creation. So I pushed it as hard as I could, going as fast as she could manage.

And that's when something caught my eye.

I stopped the speeder immediately on top of a sand mound, lifting my goggles from my eyes in order to get a closer and clearer look. I squinted, looking as I saw something several meters below me. The longer I looked, the more I could make the shape out. It was a person lying in the sand. Their body was unmoving but it was easy to see what it was.

My initial worry was who it could be. There had been several visits by First Order troopers to the planet lately, and I didn't want to get myself involved in such dangers. I hated the First Order and everything they stood for and would love to see their suffering and downfall. But even I knew that I didn't have the power of the skills to go one on one with a First Order trooper.

But no, this person wasn't one of those. They weren't wearing the familiar white armor or carrying their deadly blaster guns. This person was unarmed, their clothing dark and certainly not protective. I wasn't sure who this person was but they weren't with the First Order. The fact they were unmoving was concerning, so I put my goggles back on, kicked the speeder into gear and drove down to meet them.

I was there within seconds, so I jumped off my speeder and ran over to the body. The person was face down in the sand and were probably struggling to breath. So I rolled them onto their back in order to let their airways open up more.

I was surprised to see the face of a man when he was on his back. He seemed rather young, his skin a little tanned, his eyes closed. Several cuts and bruises were on his skin and lips so I figured whoever he was must have been involved a dispute of some sort. But below the injuries lay a handsome face, a young face, one that didn't seem ready to die just yet.

With my sister being a nurse, I knew a few basics, so I immediately checked for a pulse, attaching my fingers to his neck. Thankfully I could feel one so he was still alive. It was the best start I could have asked for. I quickly ran to my speeder and pulled out a container of water, knowing that would be best to help him. Jakku was hot and dry even when you're conscious, so this guy would need water now more than ever.

I saw his chest rising and falling gently, so his breathing was beginning to come back now he wasn't lying face down in the sand. I knelt beside him and gently rested his head on my legs, opening the water container and holding it to his lips. I gently tilted it, allowing the water to come out and softly pour into his mouth.

It did nothing at first but slowly and surely the water began to take effect. Rather than tumbling down the sides of his mouth, he slowly began to swallow it and take it in, his eyes twitching before he suddenly sat bolt up right, coughing and spluttering the water everywhere.

At least he's awake, I guess…

I was taken aback as he coughed and wiped his mouth, shaking his head as he woke up properly, taking in the sight around him.

"What the… Where am I?" he asked himself before he slowly turned his head to look at me. He suddenly jumped to his feet, taking tentative steps back. "What the hell are you? What is this?"

I was surprised he seemed a touch frightened of my appearance, but then I realised he could see nothing of me. My head and body was covered in my jacket and scarf, my eyes completely covered by my goggles.

So I took the goggles off and unwrapped the scarf, his body seemingly relaxing once he saw my face and saw I was no danger to him.

"Sorry," I said. "Must have scared you a little there. I didn't mean to." I held out the container of water. "But you need to drink more of this because half of what I just gave you is now lying in the sand." He looked at the container in my hand. "It's water, take it."

He seemed apprehensive at first but finally decided to take it from me. He drank the entire container in only a few gulps until not a drop of water was left. He clearly needed it.

"Thank you," he replied, handing the container back to me.

"How long have you been out here?" I asked. "You look exhausted and, no offence, but pretty beat up."

"I…I don't know," he said, running a hand through his hair, looking around. "Where the hell am I?"

"You're about half a mile from the Starship Graveyard," I explained. "The Niima Outpost is about two miles that way."

"No. What planet am I on?" he asked.

I stared at him in utter confusion. "Uh, you're on Jakku," I said as if it was obvious. "How can you not know that?"

"I don't… I'm not… Damn I must have really hit my head," he muttered, though it seemed more himself.

I looked him up and down, not sure of who this guy was. He seemed in need of help and assistance, but to not know what planet he was currently on was definitely something concerning. I immediately went on the defensive. He certainly didn't look like a First Order trooper, but who was to say he didn't work for them anyway?

"What's your name?" I asked him.

He blinked, looking at me silently, his mouth opening and closing several times, almost as if he wanted to speak but couldn't.

"I don't know…" he said, looking up at me. "I really don't. Do you know it."

I took a step back. "Clearly not. How can you not know?"

"I'm not sure," he replied, his hand moving to rub his head. "All I remember is being surrounded by sand and dryness and heat. Then everything went black. Next thing I know, I wake up and you're there." He clutched at his head as it clearly began to hurt.

I wasn't sure if the memory loss was convenient or legitimate, but as I watched him and saw the panic in his eyes and the way his body began to hurt and worry, I could see he was no threat to me.

He seemed genuine, he seemed harmless, but most of all he seemed lost. What damage or threat could someone in this state possibly be to me? He was covered in injuries, he didn't know where he was, and he seemed very dehydrated. I couldn't exactly leave him out here, he wouldn't survive the night. So I did the only thing I could do, I offered to take him back with me.

"Look, you're clearly very lost and confused right now," I said. "And you need medical help. My sister is a nurse so I can bring you with me and get her to have a look at you."

He stared at me. "You'd… you'd do that?"

"Well I can't exactly leave you out here on your own, can I?" I said as I began to put my scarf and goggles back on and walk over to the speeder. "My home isn't far from here. We can help you, clean you up and give you a place to rest for the night."

"Thank you," he said as he followed me, and his voice seemed genuine.

"But you're gone in the morning," I warned him as we both climbed onto my speeder. "I don't exactly know who you are or where you're from, after all."

"Of course," he replied as he sat behind me, his hands slipping tightly around my waist in order to hang on.

"The name is Eva, by the way," I said. "Eva Reigns."

"Well I'm pleased to meet you, Eva Reigns," the man smiled as my speeder set off for home, my head hoping I'd made the right choice to take him with me.

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