Poe was shaken awake, though he wouldn't exactly call what he was doing sleeping. He had been knocked unconscious by two Stormtroopers when he refused to give them any information. He could taste the blood in his mouth, and he could feel it trickling down from a fresh gash on his forehead, where his chestnut hair was matted from sweat and blood. As he opened his eyes, the light from his holding cell all but made him cry out in pain. It was too much for his battered head.

"I see that our prisoner is now awake. How nice of him to join us!"

The voice was distorted, but Poe didn't need him to take off his mask to recognize the man. He had known Kylo Ren before he called himself that. They had known each other practically since birth, as their mothers' had been quite good friends. Every day Poe would race up the path to Ben's house, asking the General very politely if Ben could come out and play. Before she could ever answer, Ben was already sprinting out the door, his curly black hair in desperate need of a combing, shouting "GOODBYE MOTHER!" behind him as he went. They had been the best of friends, until Poe had taken a shining to his sister. They had been sixteen when it had all changed.

"I'm not going to give you any information, so don't bother asking."

Poe tried his best to sound confident, but the pounding in his head was making him feel dizzy and weak. He swallowed back the bile that rose in his throat, never breaking the eye contact with the masked man. Kylo Ren chuckled at the bold statement, moving closer to the Resistance pilot. He took one masked hand and brought it up underneath Poe's chin. Yanking upward sharply, he delved deep into Poe's memories.

"Poe, you are going to be a fine pilot one day, just like your father!"

Emelia Solo grinned at him, pulling her curly dark brown hair into a bun on top of her head. He had always loved the way her hair fell in delicate ringlets about her shoulders, framing her heart-shaped face. He couldn't help but smile back at her, blushing every so slightly at her statement.

"I don't know if I'll ever be that good, but I can't wait to start training!"

Sixteen-year-old Poe Dameron was just about to start his pilot training, ready to get up in the air. His father had insisted that he was born to be in the sky, though his mother liked to disagree. She would much rather have her son and only child on the ground and safe nearby than in the air, where anything could happen. He had always brushed off his mother's worries, assuring and reassuring her that he would be fine. That morning she had pulled him into a bone crushing hug, only letting go when he protested that he couldn't breathe. She could be a bit overbearing at times, but she only meant the best.

The pair had settled in a clearing, spreading a thin, tattered blanket on the ground before sitting down. Emelia loved being outside, and when they had found this clearing they had decided to make it their meeting spot. They met there at least three times a week, in secret of course. Ben didn't like the idea of her being with Poe, even though the two had been best friends since birth. Her older brother had insisted that she, the daughter of Princess Leia (who now preferred to be called General), deserved someone much better than the son of a Rebel pilot. He had forbidden her to see Poe as anything more than a friend, and the friendship between the two boys had disintegrated almost immediately.

Emelia, of course, had chosen to not listen to her brother. She could take care of herself, and she had spat those words at Ben plenty of times before, stomping off after she had said them. He was very protective of her, which she normally didn't mind. She knew that he usually only meant well, but he had no business meddling in her love life. Lately, though, he had changed, becoming more and more suspicious and controlling of her. Just that morning he had tried to follow her out the door, to see where she was going, before their mother had stopped the boy, stating that it was almost time for him to return to their Uncle Luke, and that they must prepare for his departure. Ben had sulked the whole rest of the day, hating the thought of leaving his family, especially his sister, to go and train with his Jedi uncle. He had no desire to join the new Jedi Order, even if that's what his family kept pushing him to do.

She had relayed all of this information to Poe, as he listened intently. He and Ben were no longer friends, but they were civil to each other, nodding at each other if their paths crossed. He knew that Emelia could not talk to anyone else about this, so he was happy to be her confidant. He nodded in all the appropriate places, and offered up his comments when he felt it was necessary. He had never been one to hold back his opinions, even if they made the girl he was falling in love with roll her eyes. Once she had finished venting, he felt that it was his turn to speak. He gulped, looking down at the ground for a moment before beginning.

"Emelia...You know how much I care for you," Poe stammered out, trying to find the words. Gazing into her bright blue eyes was doing nothing but clouding his mind. He couldn't focus on anything but her plump lips, which were slightly curled, forming a shy smile. All he wanted to do was kiss those lips. He had wanted that for months now, but had never been able to pluck up enough courage to do it. It was silly to be so nervous about something, yet every time he tried to make his move, his nerves got in the way.

"If you truly care about me, why is it that you haven't kissed me yet?" She retorted, her cheeks turning scarlet. She seemed just as nervous as he was, but someone was going to have to make the first move. Though Poe made himself out to be a bit of a lady's man, she knew that he was an awkward sixteen-year-old that didn't know what he was doing.

Poe's face flushed as he looked away for a moment, deciding what his next move was going to be. He slicked his messy hair back with his sweaty palms, turning back to face Emelia. He knew that it was now or never, his heart racing, a mixture of nerves and excitement. Slowly he moved in, his face coming dangerously close to hers. She mimicked his movements, turning her head slightly to the left, just as he did. As the room between their lips grew less and less, Poe realized that she was the only girl for him. He cracked a smile just as their lips connected, in a sweet, tender kiss.

"You know, it's kind of sick that that's the memory that you chose to look at." Poe used his remaining strength to blurt out his smart remark, as Kylo Ren glared daggers at him. Of course, Poe would never know this, because the coward always hid behind a mask.

"I do believe that I made it quite clear that you were not to become romantically involved with my sister. I'll see to it that she finds someone more suitable than Resistance scum." Ren's words did not provoke fear in Poe, rather they infuriated him. He glared back at his captor, using all his might to spit on the mask. This didn't seem to phase Kylo Ren in the least, as he chuckled at his prisoner.

"You're going to wish that you had not done that."

Before Poe could come up with a witty response, Ren had held out his hand, using The Force to strangle the young man. Poe couldn't even scratch at his throat, as his hands were restrained on either side of him. He felt a blood vessel burst behind his eye, as he tried to cry out in pain. No words would escape his crushed windpipe, and his eyes began to bulge. Before his world could completely turn to black, he felt his captor release his hold, as Poe began gasping for air. He sputtered and coughed, feeling afraid for the very first time since being captured. He thought of his wife and children, and he had to choke back tears. He could not let them see his weakness.

Ren turned on his heel, leaving the cell guarded by two Stormtroopers. Though he wouldn't mind killing the Resistance pilot, he was going to let him gain a little strength before probing his mind again. He was not ready for his prisoner to die just yet. Striding down the hallway, he came to a halt before the control room. Pushing the door open, he noted that everyone inside had stopped working as he made his presence known.

"So very nice of you to join us. I expect that you are looking for something?"

The voice of General Hux came from behind, as he turned to face the man he despised. If it weren't for Snoke, Ren would have gotten rid of the red-haired idiot as soon as possible. However, the Supreme Leader saw tremendous potential in the General, commanding that he not harm a single hair on the Hux's head. At first it had angered the young villain, feeling as though Snoke did not trust him enough to do this on his own, but over time the General proved to be an asset. Even if they had tremendous differences, Kylo Ren had to admit that General Hux knew what he was doing. As Ren spoke, the whole room quieted down.

"I think it is time that I pay my family a visit. I am going to D'Qar.

"No, this can't be! He promised! He promised that everything would be okay!" Emelia sobbed, her head falling into her hands as she let the tears fall. Her mother stood behind her, rubbing her back soothingly. Though General Organa could be viewed as harsh at times, her heart broke for her daughter. She knew what it was like when they didn't return home. She had experienced it with Han many times before. But this time was different. He had been captured, something that they had learned through a hologram sent by BB-8. His fate was very grim.

"We're going to get him back, Emmy. He will come home." Leia knew that her words would not be enough to comfort her daughter, but she truly meant them. She had intended to head to the base first, before seeing her daughter, to rally up a rescue mission. Poe was not only the best pilot in the Resistance, he was her son-in-law, and the father of her grandchildren. She was not going to let him be harmed by the First Order.

"What if he doesn't come back? What if something happens?" Emelia choked out, feeling as though she might vomit as she said those words. She placed a hand gingerly on her growing stomach, feeling the butterflies. She knew that was the baby kicking, and she desperately wished that Poe was there to feel it, too. Her eyes welled with fresh tears at the thought of him, but she managed to blink them back as Jax came bounding through the front door.

"Grandmother, something is going on at the base! Everyone is running around like madmen! I think you should go and see what's wrong!" Jax exclaimed, looking both frightened and exhilarated. Leia stood, looking at her grandson, her brows furrowed.

"Do you know what's going on, Jax?" She asked, wondering if the young boy had heard any snippets of information. He loved to eavesdrop, which was not one of his better qualities. It came in handy in this instance, though, as he nodded his head very quickly

"Someone is requesting permission to land. A ship from the First Order." He replied, trembling a little. He knew about the first order from his grandmother, though he had never imagined that they would find the Resistance base.

Emelia dropped the glass of water she was holding, causing it to shatter all over the kitchen floor. She moved her hand up to her mouth, pulling her son in close to her. Her mother straightened up, moving quickly toward the door. Emelia looked up at her mother's face, searching for any kind of emotion. She found none, as Leia glanced back at her daughter and grandson. The words that came out her mouth next were very grave, and Emelia swore she saw a flicker or fear cross her face.

"Hide him, Emelia. Your brother has returned."