Chapter 1: Jakku

Attora's POV

I woke up earlier than usual. The centre of Jakku was a small closed in space compared to the other civilisations surrounding it. I lived in the centre of the small mass of sand buildings man people called home. I woke up early due to my droid going crazy.

C4-F2 was a large rotary droid. Painted blue and ivory, he came up to my waist in height and I'm just over 5'5" myself. C4 was made up of old droid parts that I had bought from various scrap yards as well as a few pieces I had lying around, even though I had barely any idea where the majority of them even came from.

That was the same for the majority of my life. I'm 26 years old and don't have any memory of my life before I was 14 or 15, and occasionally I blacked out between the ages of 15 and 20, causing my memory to lack even more.

My job here was to fix droids and machines. I travelled from town to town, civilisation to civilisation; fixing anything that needed to be fixed for whatever price it was worth.

My boss, Pucko, was a large, fat man. His skin was a faded green colour and his eyes were large purple balls. He also had a thin mop of dusty brown hair that spiked out in different directions and at different lengths; he even had a piece an inch wide that grew all the way down his back. He also smelt as bad as the animals did here. But he was kind and he also rented my house to me, and raised me. His wife was the same species as him. She was also large, although skinner then her husband, and had the same green skin and purple eyes. The main difference between then was that she had a thin bob of dark brown hair and she washed as often as she deemed necessary, which to her meant once every couple of weeks, which was amazing compared to Pucko's one wash every three or four months. Her name was Vara, she and Pucko were the closest things to parents that I had ever had.

Today, I was on my way to Tuanul. Usually, someone like me wouldn't have to go there. The people there, the worshipers of the Church of the Force, usually made and fixed their own technology. Only this time, the part they needed was of modern technology and no one in Tuanul knew how it worked or how to fit it. The part was for Tuanul's main source of electricity and modern technology, to them, was a last chance scenario that they always hope to avoid.

Once I washed my face, I got dressed. I only had a few items of clothing and two pairs of shoes, I could basically fit all the clothing I had into one backpack. I put on a pair of close fitting cotton cream trousers, which had the inner leg reinforced. I had a curvy figure which caused me to go through trousers quite rapidly. I then paired it with a long sleeves ice blue tunic that wrapped around my body and was fastened by matching ties and a cream belt. I then put on my dusty cream boots, stained from the amount of sand that got attached to them throughout the time I had owned them. Most of my clothing was either neutral colours or blue. I don't know why, I just felt comfortable with those colours, plus they went with my features.

I was of average height and I was average in looks. I had thick, dirty blonde hair that reached the end of my ribcage in length. It had been cut into a faintly layered style with a full fringe by my boss's wife, she gave me little choice in how my hair looked the majority of the time. She had such little hair herself that on my days off, I'm forced to being her styling doll. My skin had a golden tone from it, most likely from the sun but I don't remember my skin any different so I didn't know. I had bright blue eyes, the same colour as the lasers in some of the guns I'd seen. My figure, as I have said, was curvy. I had a larger chest then most women my species, which I have seen, have and muscled legs.

The journey to Tuanul was a long one; it takes the majority of the day to get to Tuanul from the main city of the planet where I lived. I loaded up my trailer speeder. It was a lightweight mode of transport made from a few older models left lying around. On the back, the hover trailer was a little rusty but still did the job it needed to. I strapped the part to the trailer, along with C4-F2, and made my way to the small town in the Kelvin Ravine.

The sun was setting by the time I got there. I got off my speeder and started unloading my things when I could sense someone coming towards me. The sense was a dull yet alerting feeling that went from my brain to my stomach, drawing me to attention.

"I haven't met one as strong as you in a while, my dear." The older man said, his voice rough and hoarse.

"Um...I'm sorry; I have no idea what you mean." Was all I could reply.

"You will, my dear. I am Lor San Tekka." He said, holding out his aged hand towards me.

"Attora" I told him, taking his hand. "Attora Ken."

"Attora, Nubian for Princess of the Stars. Beautiful name." He went on, ending as if he was losing his trail of thought.

"Thank you." I replied, quite taken a back.

I started fitting the part, with the help of my droid, when C4 suddenly started going crazy. The squeaky bleeps he was making started so abruptly that I banged my head as I jumped. That was when I came back into the real world. I had been concentrating so much on what I was doing that I had no idea what was going on around me. I looked up and saw what was going on. Another rotary droid that seemed familiar to me was also doing the same thing. This one was a couple of inches smaller than mine and was orange and white in colour. I couldn't remember where I'd seen the droid before until its master identified it.

"BB-8, what's going on?"

I quickly nudged C4 and got him back to work. The new rotary droid, BB-8 was a droid I had constructed about 7 or 8 years ago and was newer version of my C4 unit, made smaller and lighter as well as being able to do more tasks then a standard R2 unit. Sadly, I had to sell BB-8 to pilot looking for a droid companion for his son so that I could get parts to fix an old duel pilot X-Wing fighter I had saved from a junkyard.

I then snuck a quick look at the droid's master. He had on leather jacket and the ship he'd arrived in had an orange symbol on it that I had seen in my dreams every night since I got to Jakku. I then shook my head and got back to work.

I packed up as soon as I had finished, as I wanted to get back home before the temperature picked up again. By the time I was finished, the skies was becoming dark and the air slightly cooler, but not cool enough to make a difference. I reported back to Lor San Tekka to let him know that I had finished and refused to take pay. I felt guilty taking anything from such a kind place that had so little compared to where I was.

It was early the next morning when I got home. I got some of my own money together to Pucko in replace of the fee I didn't take. I then made myself some food before turning C4-F2 off and going to bed. The lack of electricity and fuel we had was not worth leaving him active. The only times I did was when I needed an alarm to wake me up early.

It was too bad that I was too far away from Tuanul to know of how the events that took place after I left would affect me, especially in the coming days...

Poe's POV

The task that General Organa gave me was of maximum importance. She trusted me, out of everyone at her disposal, to retrieve a piece of the map that would lead to her brother Luke Skywalker. I knew I was a good pilot, my parents were pilots and I had passed the academy at the top of my class, but I still couldn't fathom why she asked me of all people to collect something worth so much to her.

I loaded BB-8, my rotary droid, onto my ship and left the Resistance Base in D'Qar for the dessert planet of Jakku. It wasn't too long a trip and I knew where I was going so everything should be ok. I left D'Qar when it was still light, by the time I got to Jakku, the sun there had already set.

When I got out of my ship, BB-8 started bleeping practically in hysterics. I gave my droid a confused look before then following where it was looking. There was another rotary droid by the electricity pillar that fuelled the Church of the Force. I also caught a glimpse of a girl, who didn't quite fit in with the small town, fixing it. She was more of a women then a girl, probably in her mid-twenties.

The women quickly glanced at me before shaking her head and getting back to work. That's when I heard the voice of the elderly man I was here to meet.

"Commander Dameron?" He asked, although it seemed to be more of a statement.

"Lor San Tekka" I identified him. I then shook his hand and followed him into his small hut.

When we were inside and safely out of the way of everyone else's eyes and ears, we started to properly talk.

"This will begin to make things right" he started, "I've travelled too far and seen too much to ignore the collective anguish that threatens the galaxy in a flood of dark despair." His voice was hoarse, faded and worried, but I let him carry on. "Something must be done; whatever the cost, whatever the danger. Without the Jedi, there can be no balance in the Force, and all will be given over to the dark side."

His thoughts were drifting around; I could see it in his eyes. Lor San Tekka then took a small silver drive, no longer then the width of my palm, and wrapped my fingers around it.

"The General has been after this for a long time." I told him, while I still tried to fathom why she chose me of all people to retrieve it.

"General? To me, she's royalty." He replied.

That was when BB-8 came in, bleeping like a lunatic. I went outside the hut, seeing everyone panic.

"You need to hide." I told Lor San.

"You need to leave." He replied.

I looked towards the fuel tower; the women fixing it had gone. I then turned my attention to getting back to my ship and back to the resistance. BB-8 loaded itself into my ship and turned on the engine, and then the back of my ship was blasted off.

I shot back before then getting out a checking the ship. There was no way I would be going anywhere anytime soon. I then went a knelt by my droid, after it had unloaded itself.

"Get as far away as you can. I'll come back for you." I said, giving BB-8 the drive holding the map to Luke Skywalker. I then looked up to see what was going on and if I could help. That was when I saw a black figure standing in front of Lor San Tekka. I could hear then talking.

"Look how old you have become." Said the black figure, his voice slightly muffled by the mask he was wearing.

"Something far worse has happened to you." Lor San replied, his voice sounding concerned.

"You know what I've come for." The black figure was tall and menacing.

"I know where you came from" Lor San was still sounding concerned, but also slightly confident. "Before you called yourself 'Kylo Ren'"

So that was the leader of the first order, this menacing figure dressed head to toe in black.

"The map to Luke Skywalker, we know you found it." Kylo Ren started, "And now you're going to give it to the First Order."

"The First Order rose from the Dark Side. You did not" replied Lor San. He sounded like he'd known Kylo Ren for a while.

"I'll show you the Dark Side."

"You may try, but you cannot deny the truth that is your family." Lor San replied to him. He was still confident, but I could feel in my gut that this wasn't going to end well.

"You're right" Kylo Ren then pulled out a red light saber, different to the sabre's that had been described to me in stories, and beheaded Lor San Tekka. Without thinking, I reacted. I pulled out my blaster and shot. That was when I found that that was probably the most stupid thing I could've done.

Kylo Ren used the force to stop the blast, holding the laser in mid air. He also used it to prevent me from moving. That was when two Stormtroopers came over and grabbed me by the arms, after one of them punched me in the stomach. I was taken before Kylo Ren, forced to kneel before him as my shot still hung in the air. There was an awkward silence, so I decided to do what I did best. Turn on the charm, even if it was in a sarcastic way.

I looked up into Kylo Ren's face...or mask...

"So...Do I talk first? Or you talk first? I talk first?"

"A Resistance pilot." Kylo Ren started, "Search him."

I was pulled to my feet, with the two Stormtroopers patting me down.

"Nothing." One of them replied.

"Take him to the ship." He ordered.

I was dragged to the ships ramp. As I was, I heard the Captain speak to Kylo Ren.

"Sir, the villagers?" She said.

"Kill them" He ordered.

All I could hear was blasters shooting innocents and their screams piercing the night.

All I could see, though, was the small chance I got to see the women with the bright blue eyes' face, and I was thankful for it.