What on Earth were you thinking, Dameron?

Poe was in the refresher, lukewarm water spilling over his face. He kept replaying the flying lesson he'd had with Vaneli that day, replaying every single touch and brush of skin he'd experienced. He hadn't anticipated any of that when he'd offered to take her in the air – he'd just thought it would be fun, and he wanted to repay the favor and show her his trade, just as she had shown him his. It had been innocent and had turned into something far more.

Every time he thought of it, his heart pounded and he felt like his entire body was…tingling. That was the best way to describe it. He could feel her apprehension and nervousness, but what scared him the most was that he knew she felt the same feelings he did whenever they touched. They'd made contact plenty of times before, of course – he'd had his ass handed to him numerous times when they'd been fighting, but never had it felt that intimate.

He couldn't stop thinking of the smell of her, of the feeling of comfort he felt whenever he was around her, of her thick hips and her slender frame…

He'd had an erection for the past ten minutes as he thought of the events of the day, and he couldn't take it anymore. He knew he was treading into dangerous waters, and she could very well break into his mind at any minute and sense all of these new feelings in him, but he couldn't give two shits about that right now. As the water spilled over him, his hand gripped his cock and began to move anxiously, picturing her under him, completely naked, head being thrown back in pleasure as he moved within her, hands tangled in his hair…

All of a sudden, the panic alarm went off, scaring the crap out of Poe who hastily dropped his hands. Shit. It was late, and the General was not one to have surprise attack drills in the middle of the night. He felt his heart sink. This could not be good.

He hastily shut the water off, and his head was finally clear again for the first time in hours. As the alarm blared, he grabbed the first pair of pants and shirt that he could find and threw his boots on in a hurry. BB-8 whirled to life in his charging dock as Poe commanded him to follow him, his hand running anxiously through his wet curls.

He knew that he should run to his ship, gather his squadron, and prepare for battle. As soon as he stepped out of his quarters, however, and he saw the obvious panic in the Resistance fighters who ran past him, half dressed and half asleep, looking completely confused, he knew he was going somewhere else.

"Get to the ship and wait for me there," he instructed BB-8 before he turned on his heel and hurried down towards Vaneli's quarters.

For the second time in just a matter of weeks, Vaneli was rudely awakened from her sleep by a loud attack alarm.

Jumping out of bed, she grabbed her lightsaber out of instinct and looked around for her boots. She was wearing a light pair of leggings and a simple t-shirt for pajamas, and those would just have to do. Something told her that this wasn't just a drill; this was something else. The Order and their droids, she thought to herself.

Suddenly, the door opened and Vaneli quickly drew her lightsaber, igniting it and standing at the ready. Instead of finding a First Order soldier, it was only Poe, who looked at her saber with wide eyes. His hair was wild and he looked just as frazzled as she felt, and she knew her suspicions were confirmed – he was just as panicked as she was, and this was no drill.

"It's just me. Come on, we have to go!" he told her. He hurried to her and grabbed her hand, dragging her with him. She put away her saber and followed him without question.

Vaneli felt her heart speed up in rhythm. Poe knew that she was a grown woman and perfectly capable of finding her way to the ships on her own – yet he'd come to get her and make sure she was ok. Her cheeks began to heat up and she tried not to focus on that as they ran through the base. They had more important things to worry about right now.

A loud booming noise came from across the base, accompanied by a rumble of thunder that caused the entire base to shake, and Vaneli went tumbling into Poe. He caught her quickly and helped her to her feet, their hands holding onto each other even tighter as they kept going.

"That can't be good," he grumbled as they approached the hanger. Instead of being greeted by more panicked Resistance fighters, Vaneli felt her heart sink into her stomach as she took in the sight in front of her.

That wasn't an army of droids in front of her. It was an army of Stormtroopers. An army of clones.

She could tell they were clones because instead of wearing the typical white, they wore all black uniforms to show that they were different than the typical Stormtrooper. When they had first started talking about clones – an idea that Hux was very adamant to shoot down at every turn – they'd thrown out the idea of making them wear black uniforms to make them stand out amongst the other troopers. The ones who had been fellow soldiers of Finn at one point were still there in the skirmish, wearing their typical white uniforms, but they were small in number compared to the other ones. Shit, this was wrong, all wrong…

The army was moving through the entire Resistance base, taking out any ship or person that was in their way. No one was even stopping to try and fight – they were all running for their lives, trying to get out of the base with anything they could grab. The warehouses off the main base were already completely engulfed in flames – she could see the smoke all the way from here, clouding the starry sky that she could see from the open hanger. Fighters were loading up cargo ships with people and any supplies they could grab, scrambling to take off before the ship was taken out by a rocket or torpedo. A few were successful – and a few were not, erupting in to flames in their futile attempt to outrun the soldiers.

This wasn't just a surprise attack. This was a full blown execution.

"We have to get to my ship," Poe said, getting ready to lead her into the fray and make a run for it before someone grabbed them and pulled them into a nearby hallway.

It was Luke. He looked extremely concerned and was staring at Vaneli in a way that made her feel like he could see into her very soul. For the first time ever, she felt scared of the old Jedi master. She knew that he was disappointed in her for giving them false information, and he was scanning her to see if she had been telling the truth. She tried to tell him silently that she had really, truly believed it was an army of droid soldiers that the Order had been building, but she couldn't read him. She couldn't tell if it was working.

"This is not a droid army," he told her sternly. Vaneli bit her lip, her eyes starting to well up in tears. She'd tried to help the Resistance and she couldn't even do that without fucking everything up. The weight of it all started to crush her, and she felt like she couldn't breathe.

"I know, I…I'm so sorry. I don't know what happened," she told him. Poe's hand still had not left hers, and he gave her a reassuring squeeze.

"You were tricked, that's what happened," Luke told her. He reached forward and grabbed her lightsaber, unscrewing the middle of it and, to her surprise, opening the inner compartment. He dumped it open and a tiny blue disk fell into his hand. A homing beacon.

The realization of it all started to dawn on her. She'd led the Order right to them and she hadn't even known it. Tears started to fall down her cheeks.

"I was a distraction. I tried to help and instead…I messed everything up!" she cried, and Poe pulled her into a tight hug.

Luke put a comforting hand on her shoulder as well. "Vaneli, you couldn't have known. This beacon was likely there ever since you got this weapon from Snoke – you tried to help. They just outsmarted us this time, and now…we have to leave," he told them. As if on queue, another blast shook the compound, and Vaneli heard a loud crash somewhere that sounded like a wall caving in.

"Get to your ship, Poe, and get out of here. Put in the coordinates for Cloud City and leave with Vaneli, now," he ordered them.

Poe bit his lip. "What about you?" he asked.

Luke shook his head. "Don't worry about me. Don't worry about anyone except her – these are orders. Now go!" he cried, this time pushing them out of the hall and back into the hanger.

Without a second thought, Poe took off, and Vaneli followed. Troopers and clones were shooting at them from every direction and thankfully missing, although a few blasts skimmed just past her elbows or clipped the very bottom of her blonde hair. Poe's X-Wing was, thankfully, unharmed for now, although she couldn't see any of his fellow pilots around. She hoped they all got out ok…

Finn. Rey. Luke. Leia. She had no idea where any of them were, and there was so much going on, she couldn't use the Force to locate them. Poe's determination to make it out of here alive was completely clouding her brain, but it was helping her move along with him, just as determined to get out of here.

"Beebee Ate, ready to go?" he called, and Vaneli saw that the little droid had beaten them there, hiding in his compartment in the ship out of the line of fire. The droid beeped, and Poe began to climb the ladder, with Vaneli right on his tail.

"Over there! It's the pilot!" a trooper called to his fellow soldiers, and blasts started to go off all around them. One nearly got Vaneli's leg as she swung it into the cockpit, sitting in between Poe's legs just as she had done earlier in the day. He clicked the ship alive with a few switches and pushes of buttons, and before she knew it, they were moving.

If anyone was getting a ship out of here in one piece, it was Poe Dameron.

Putting her helmet on, she tried to make herself as small as possible, as Poe had to reach around her and pilot with her in between him. It didn't seem to faze him, though, as he still maneuvered the ship as if nothing was amiss. He shot his blaster cannon at any soldier that was nearby, clearing a path for himself out of the hanger. He didn't care about the troopers who were shooting at him, or the fact that he had an extra passenger – he was just going to get out of here.

"Hold on!" he cried, and as soon as he was facing the runaway, he hit the gas. Vaneli shut her eyes, trying to not focus on how fast and how high they were going, and instead focused on the rush of adrenaline she could sense from Poe. This was fueling him, and BB-8 beeped excitedly as they climbed higher and higher and finally out of the atmosphere.

An Order ship was orbiting the planet, sending out more and more ships full of more Stormtroopers with every passing moment. If people didn't get out of the base soon, they were going to be slaughtered – and Vaneli could sense that Ren was on the ship, along with Hux.

"Poe, we have to get into lightspeed, now," she told him. Any more time in the air, and they'd risk being blown to smithereens by the Order. She could already feel that Ren was starting to sense in on her presence.

"On it," he told her, and with a few more clicks and button pushes, they took off into hyperspace, leaving Naboo – and for all they knew, all of their friends – behind.

Coms were completely down, which was not an assuring sign at all. Poe was obviously concerned that he couldn't contact any of his friends and fellow fighters, but that wasn't the main goal right now. He had to get to Cloud City, and only once he got there would he be able to find out who had made it off the base.

As they entered the atmosphere of Bespin, the com finally beeped to life and they heard an unfamiliar voice come over the system. "Commander Dameron, we've identified your ship in the atmosphere. Permission to land at the Administrator's Palace granted," the voice told them. They had few options but to trust the voice right now, and followed the coordinates that were sent to the ship.

When they touched down, Poe finally recognized someone coming out of the palace to greet them – Lando Calrissian. He didn't know him very well, but he knew his face, and he knew that he was a respected war hero and likely the reason they were going to be safe on Bespin. As they disembarked, he greeted Poe warmly with a hug even though they had never actually talked to one another.

"You're the legendary Poe Dameron, I take it?" he asked him with a laugh. Lando was no longer Administrator of the planet, but despite his years he still had a fresh face and a joking demeanor that immediately made him feel at ease.

"And who's this lovely lady?" he asked, turning to Vaneli and holding out a hand for a shake. Vaneli blushed and shook his head, and Poe felt himself smile for the first time since the attack on the base.

"This is Vaneli, General Calrissian," he told him. Lando laughed and shook his head.

"Please, Poe, I haven't been a General in decades. I retired from that life – but I'm always here to help General Organa," he told him. As he explained it, Poe got the sensation that something was off. There was a hint of…sadness in Lando's voice.

"What's happened, Lando? Has anyone else from the base made it?" he asked. Lando sighed and his playful smile vanished, and he beckoned for them to follow him into the palace. They obliged, although Poe was afraid of what he would discover in there.

"Three transport ships full of about…fifty or so soldiers each made it. Two of your squadron, a girl and a young man, made it as well," he told him. Jess and Snap, Poe knew instantly. "And while they haven't made it yet, Luke made it out with Rey and that young man, the stormtrooper," he told them.

Poe let out a sigh of relief before he realized that someone was missing in the list that Lando had rattled off.

"What about the General? What happened to Leia?" he asked. Lando stopped and looked at him, the sadness evident in his old eyes.

"I'm afraid…she's been taken by the Order," he told him.