Eris followed Chewie as he carried Finn off the ship, his blood painting her hands and staining her clothes. Her own blood dried in her hair streaking down her neck. She was a startling sight for the Resistance, their cheerful victory met with the costly price and they quietly parted to let them through. Feeling like something was missing from her Eris turned searching.
Following Eris' violet hair as she walked away without a second thought Rey watched her go losing her in the crowd. In all of the galaxy she knew only three people: one was dead another was well on his way, and the third never seemed to stay. Her eyes fell to the ground feeling like the whole galaxy stood between them.
A pair of scuffed grey boots stepped into her field of vision and Rey traced the length of the grey-clothed body to find Eris' technicolored eyes. The two women shared a soft look and heavy hearts, their wet eyes looking between the other's as they slowly drew closer together until Eris' forehead was pressed over Rey's. A beat passed as they blinked before a breath went out of them both and they settled further against each other. There was nothing to say so they didn't speak, instead they shared their small space in an otherwise lonely universe.
Rey stared up at her almost dazed, her eyes trailing the span of her face to find the blood caked in her hair. Raising a timid hand she touched her bloody cheek seeing the way she blinked too proud to flinch. She startled at Eris suddenly turning and marching away, leaving Rey with wide eyes and a hand still raised reaching for her.
Poe had seen Eris' vibrant hair and paused at the sight of her well, a smile warming his face. But he'd watched her weave between the mass of bodies toward a young girl with dark hair and a pretty face. This was her girl, the one she'd crossed the galaxy to find.
He didn't belong to their moment so he waited as they embraced wondering what exactly this girl meant to her and whether Eris really knew. He sighed at her refusal to care and he turned from the sad girl to follow after their mutual irritable friend. If nothing else Eris was consistent.
But his face fell at seeing she was rushing back to Finn, whose blood he realized was staining her clothes. He jogged after them, never losing sight of either her wild violet hair or his wounded stormtrooper.
"How is he?" he asked when Eris had gone as far as she was useful, leaving the two staring after the medical droids as they took Finn away.
"Stable," she answered simply as she grabbed a pitcher and filled it with water going about cleaning the dried blood off her skin. "That's apparently all we've got," she grumbled scrubbing her flesh til it was raw, and then continued scrubbing. "And for some reason that's supposed to be all we can ask for."
"Hey," he said grabbing her hands knowing if she continued she'd eventually draw blood.
She was quick to pull her hands from his grasp and instead grabbed a cloth patting herself dry. She should've could've shot Kylo Ren when she'd had the chance. Han wouldn't be dead, Finn wouldn't be halfway there, Rey wouldn't be so sad, and she wouldn't be so guilty. She should've done more.
But she didn't. And she wouldn't. She knew the face behind the mask, she knew his pleading eyes. If faced with this choice again she'd still let Han die.
She drew back at a warm wet cloth touching the side of her face. "Sit still," Poe told her but she leaned back finding somehow he'd corned her against a bench and a wall.
"Get off of me."
"Cut it o-" he pulled the hand that held the cloth away from her as she tried to reach for his arm. "Eris just let me." Her hand fastened around his wrist and she held his arm level with their waists, he pulled against her trying to loosen her grip all the while knowing he couldn't. "Sit your ass down and let me take care of you," he exclaimed watching surprise settle like a slap on her face. It'd surprised him too.
She gave him a look hard enough he thought she'd refuse before she unhooked her hand around his wrist and settled back on the bench. He sat beside her and ran the now cold cloth from the gash he found beneath her hairline down to her soaked collar. "What's that?" he asked noticing the shape of a chain beneath her shirt running along her collarbone before disappearing down the middle of her chest.
"A necklace," was her curt answer, still irritated at him.
"Really? Can you show me I've never seen one?" he asked, his voice raised an octave higher in excitement. She turned to him with furrowed brows and a wrinkled nose and met his stern, faintly amused, eyes. "Yeah I can be an asshole too," he told her before grabbing her chin and forcing her to look straight. But he didn't press it because he knew she didn't wanna talk about it.
Head wounds bled a lot, he had to remind himself that as he cleaned more and more blood off still not seeing the skin beneath it. In the end he couldn't get it out of her hair. The rag was bloody and the pitcher he'd been ringing it into was stained, and her eyes were closed. He took a moment tracing the planes of her face and the tip of her button nose. Raising a hand to brush the blood-dried hair off her forehead he startled at her arm suddenly lashing out to grab his wrist.
Slowly, as though waking from a nice dream, her eyes opened as she turned to meet his warm eyes. "You can sit by me but don't touch me."
He grinned at her monotonous tone but she'd already turned away. They sat shoulder to shoulder, his hip warm against her own. Five days since they met in the basement of an unknown cantina, two since she first him saved after he crashed – not enough time to explain the hold she had on him. There was still so much they didn't know about each other. "Your slave friend," he said realizing then she'd been speaking of her husband - that she'd trusted him with the thing that hurt her most, "how'd the two of you meet?"
A moment passed, long enough he almost gave up on her. "I was hired to obtain a captain's datapad. My employer wanted his slaves."
She wasn't making this easy not that he thought she would, but she was giving him more than he expected. "From what you said yesterday I'm assuming he was there to free them." He watched her nod seeing her eyes grow increasingly wet as she stared at the wall in front of them. "How'd he convince you to help him?"
"He kicked my ass."
Poe snorted without meaning to. "Seriously?"
"Why is that funny?" she asked with brows furrowed as he grinned.
"I'm sorry," he was quick to say, "I'm sorry alright. It just surprised me is all," he said with a small shrug of his shoulders. "So what made you stay?" He waited expecting her brow to smooth and for her to turn away and answer with a voice as faint and far as her mind. But she was frowning and her eyes were on the stitching of his vest. "You don't have to tell me."
Her eyes flicked to his seeing nothing but open honesty. She'd never understand what he saw that made him want to know her. Unlike Rey he wasn't interested in her job besides idle conversation, he knew what she did. What she'd done. His were the kindest eyes she thought she'd ever known – they made her want to be known.
"Everyone always leaves," she told him softly. And in her stony eyes he saw how much that hurt. "He was the only one who came back."
This time she turned away, so far he could only see the curve of her ear. Her husband wasn't coming back this time. Poe wanted to hold her, and then he was the one turning away from her not remembering when his thoughts in relation to her had changed. It seemed so long ago that he shot her ship down.
"I was eight when my mother died," he told her before he realized what he was saying.
"What was she like?"
He turned to Eris in mild surprise feeling his nose brush hers. She didn't pull away. "She was warm and brave." There was so much more he wanted to say but Eris' multicolored eyes were softening into something almost agreeable. "I didn't know how to exist in a universe she didn't." He'd never told that to anyone and he honestly didn't know why he told her. "I guess I'm still trying to figure that out."
There was a long quiet pause between them filled only with the gentle sound of their breathing. They'd shared too much with someone they weren't familiar enough with, it left them exposed. Anxious. Her lilac hand with her long slender fingers rested over the middle of his thigh for no less than four breaths before she returned her hand to her lap. It was a gentle display. A quiet solidarity.
Feeling his eyes on the side of her face she turned to see his brow cocked in anticipation and an annoying twinkle in his brown eyes. "What?"
He shrugged telling her with forced nonchalance, "I knew you were into me."
"Oh shut up," she nearly groaned hearing his chuckling beside her. His shoulder knocking against her own.
A bloodied medic rounded the corner and the mirth fell from their faces as they climbed to their feet. "How is he?" Poe asked.
It wasn't good news and he turned to see Eris sinking back onto the bench resigned to stay by Finn's side. And somehow that wasn't a surprise to him. "Go be a Commander, I'll be here when you come back," she said turning to him, her face once more closed off.
She'd guessed his reluctance as he stood beside her instead of sitting. He needed to see Leia, to discuss how far this would set the First Order back so they'd be prepared for their counterattack. "You could always try to be social."
"Yeah, I'm good," she told him.
He nodded as though considering. "Five minutes," he negotiated seeing her immediate refusal. "You can get your weapons."
Her brows drew together confused as she looked up at his mischievous grin. "I have my weapons."
"Nope, I'm disarming you. On your feet." He offered her a hand up, one she slapped away as she stood.
With a sigh so heavy the muscles in her chest strained with the movement she stood letting him strip her of every weapon she had: his hands running down her waist and around her hips to find the knife tucked in her belt, and then trailed down the length of her strong legs to find the dagger stuffed in her right boot. It left him on his knees his hands wrapped around her calves staring up at her almost amused face. "Got anything else?"
She stared down at him with a brow poised and her mouth slightly pursed. "You'll have to take my clothes off to find more," she told him innocently.
Her teasing had him rising to his feet finding himself a few inches shorter. He liked her height. "You want me to?" he offered instead of answering, half expecting her to roll her eyes and step back.
But she only raised her shoulders staring him daringly in the eye as she returned to the bench. "It's not the worst idea I've had," she told him apathetically. He chuckled as he left her there, and she sat watching him go feeling cold where his warm body had once been touching her.
She held out a great many minutes finding that the silence was grating. Her leg bobbed up and down, her hair was brushing against her ear and it was driving her mad.
"Hey," Poe said when he caught sight of her in the doorway of the briefing room. He walked across the room to meet her and grabbed her arm forcing her to come further in. "Any word on Finn?" His face fell when she shook her head but he was quick to clap a hand on her shoulder, though his smile didn't come as easily. "Told General Organa what you did for us out there," he told her having almost forgotten the awe of her picking up the cannon and firing on the Imperials. "Something your friend Rey said was entirely your idea. I'll have you know the general was very pleased to hear it. I, on the other hand, was not."
She looked at him confused and asked, "why the hell not?"
"Cause I'm not lookin to bring you home dead," he told her honestly.
"You shouldn't be looking to bring me anywhere. And if it saved your dumb ass, I'd do it again."
He smirked at her annoyed words but he didn't relent. "Good to you know you like me. But I'm not gonna ask you to die for me."
She stood with her feet shoulder-width apart holding her ground and gave a quick nod. "And that's why I don't ask," she said smartly watching him roll his eyes.
"So you don't deny it," he asked having expected the first thing to come out of her mouth was her refusal at feeling anything towards him. He was fully prepared to bring up any of the numerous instances she'd placed herself as his protector.
Her eyes narrowed from how heavily her brows were creased as she stared at him incredulous. "Have I not made that clear?" she asking thinking she'd been pretty obvious with how often she went out of her way to save him, let alone the fact that she hadn't killed him.
"Clear as dirt."
Eris looked at his startled brown eyes wondering how he could think anything otherwise after all she'd done. Hell, she'd charged into the line of fire to help him as he sat better protected in a plane. "Do I need to crack your skull open for you see it?" she asked irritably shaking her head. "Honestly Poe, I don't know if I could've made it more obvious."
He stared after her as she walked away wondering how the hell she thought she'd been obvious. It took her two days to get rid of any lingering thoughts of killing him, she was rude and crass, rough with both handling and her words – but she'd also been kind, though not openly or even nicely, she'd joked and smiled, saved his ass, let her own ass be arrested just to see him home safe. Hell, she really had been obvious he just hadn't know her well enough to know how to look. That realization had a queer smile tugging on the corner of his mouth as he looked after her. "Oh no," he said watching her eyes glance around the room, looking for Rey, and instead finding someone she didn't know touching her weapons.
It was the same round bearded pilot as last time and she stalked to where he stood at the table Poe had set her things. "What is with you touchin my stuff," she demanded roughly taking the dagger from his hand and securing it in its sheath on her belt.
Instead of bowing out like he should've, because though she helped them she still had a nasty reputation, he instead picked up the retractable staff knowing it was her weapon of choice. "What's with you snatching?" he asked half joking. "Try asking for this nicely, see how much farther it gets you."
Eris narrowed her eyes as she took in his round cheeks and hand-swept hair. "Fine," she said, "give me my staff and I won't stab you with it."
"That wasn't very nice."
Poe joined the two and stood behind her. "Trust me, Snap, it was." He met his old friend's eyes and smiled, seeing he enjoyed pushing her buttons too. She made it too damn easy.
Eris turned from Poe's familiar face to the other man. "Your name's Snap?" she asked, the contempt heard thick in her voice.
But he only shrugged saying, "Real name's Temmin."
Shaking her head she grabbed her jacket pulling her arms through the sleeves. "That's not much better," she told him.
He gave a startled laugh staring down at her. "Oh yeah, Eris? We thought you were a man."
She gave him a stony look as she fixed her collar before gathering the rest of her weapons, stuffing the other knife in her boot, hooking the staff to her belt, slinging the rifle she'd stolen earlier that morning over her shoulder. Before she marched away she was stopped by what was becoming a familiar rush of emotion that had her looking up at him again, her eyes quickly falling from his awaiting ones, and quietly she grumbled, "thank you," before stalking off.
With brows raised high he called after her, "what was that?"
"I'm not sayin it again," she yelled over her shoulder.
With a hearty laugh Snap turned to an unsure Poe and gave an agreeable nod. "She's alright," he told him seeing relief in Poe's smile.
"Difficult as all get out," he added with a small laugh. "But I'd rather have her with me. Don't think men on the wrong side of her live too long." It made him wonder why Kylo Ren wasn't dead yet, because if he knew anything about Eris it was that she stayed as long as her interest did. Snap followed Poe's gaze to where Eris had walked down the hall, seeing her stop as she caught sight of someone in one of the rooms.
She'd been after Rey, who she figured had wandered to the med bay around the time Eris left. But she spotted a small lone figure standing solemnly by a window. It took her several long moments of shuffling, wondering about going in before backing out and then considering it again before shaking her head, until Leia turned around fixing the girl with a tiredly amused expression.
"He was a great man."
Leia gave a short bitter laugh staring hard at the younger woman seeing eyes that mirrored the gaping hole left in her heart. "I hear now how empty those words are," she admitted.
"It doesn't make it any less true," Eris told her, eyes on the floor. Han wasn't the greatest kindest or the most honest. But he'd been brave and smart, sometimes even pretty nice. At least he'd been all those things to her.
Leia watched her closely finding herself surprised, having thought Eris was throwing Leia's own cruel words back at her now that Leia could understand how much they hurt. And they did hurt, but that hadn't been the girl's intention. "You thought if you lost enough of yourself there wouldn't be anything left of him," she said feeling that same sense of misplacement from Eris as she had hours before. It wasn't until Leia found herself untethered that she understood why Eris had become this. At how hard it was to hold onto herself when part of her was gone.
Pressing her lips together so hard her teeth were indented, she gave a small nod. "It doesn't work."
"It wouldn't be love if it only existed in the mind," Leia said wondering if Eris had always been so cautious with herself.
With her arms wrapped around her middle Eris scuffed her shoe on the cold floor wishing she hadn't come in. "It'd be easier," she mumbled.
A fleeting smile curled on Leia's mouth before it withered. "That it would."
Eris nodded her eyes glancing up from her shoe to the older woman, not sure why she'd pardoned her. Awkwardly she jerked a thumb to the hall and stepped back. "I was just um, I need to, Rey's, I got-" Eris gave up and walked away.
She was a sight walking through the halls, creased brows, scowling mouth, bloodied clothes; most simply moved out of her way, or watched worried, others who knew her stained reputation let their hand fall to their weapon and waited as she passed.
Rey looked up from where she sat in the med bay knowing from the sight of her alone she was sad. Most people's faces, Rey had observed, fell as their resolve crumbled. But Eris hardened with it, shutting everyone out and locking herself in. Turning her head Rey followed Eris' movements as she sat on the bench curling her knees to her chest, her arms wrapped tight around them as though to cave in on herself. Quietly Rey sat looking at Eris' purple face made pinker from too much sunlight, her lips chapped from the stifling dry air of Jakku.
"You didn't tell me you had a husband," Rey said softly, her eyes never leaving the only familiar face she had now that Finn was, well, whatever he was.
"You didn't tell me you were a jedi."
"I'm not," was Rey's quick response.
Eris glared at the crack in the wall she'd been staring at when talking with Poe not knowing why she'd expected it to not be there. With a sigh she unwound her arms from around her legs and let her knees fall on either side so that she was cross-legged. Eris took a large steadying breath and turned to Rey. "I don't have a husband."
The two stared wordlessly at one another, their eyes though different in strength and color were free of all veils meant to keep others out. Rey could feel something churning in Eris, twisted and ugly, but there was a glimmer of something – like a flame flickering in and out with the changing winds. Eris had met Kylo Ren on several occasions, had stood alone in his presence long enough he brought her to her knees – Rey, so new and pure, she'd been tempted by him.
In the end Rey broke the silence first, finding herself drawn more to the darkness in Eris than the tiny speck of light. It scared her. "I think I might be a jedi," she whispered on a breath.
But Eris heard and it had her eyes widening and her brows rising. "I think you might be a jedi too," Eris said in agreement, her tone one of mild teasing. Seeing Rey at the base had solidified that for Eris, already she'd wondered about Rey after watching her fight the naghri, her movements too fluid for an inexperienced fighter. But at the base Rey had known when there were others near, alerted by something Eris couldn't hear.
With tired relief Rey gave a faint laugh as a brief smile spread on her mouth, having thought Eris might call her crazy. Or turn her away, either one would've devastated her. Rey laid her head on Eris' shoulder and wrapped a hand around her arm clinging to her, this woman who'd crossed the galaxy to find her.
Rey trailed her hand down Eris' arm and circled the rusted cuff encasing her wrist. The chain had been blasted off leaving a small empty metal loop at one end, but a chip was needed to open it; one that lay in a fallen AT-AT on a barren land light years away. Rey was surprised to see it, that Eris hadn't forced it off – Rey wondered if Eris wished to go back to when life was as simple as it'd been on Jakku. "I almost killed him," she breathed, her hand holding fast to Eris' wrist as she pushed further against her side. "I wanted"
Eris felt the breath go out of her as she let the sentence hang and with it the undeniable truth that she might not be any better than him. Something Eris wholeheartedly disagreed with. "I don't know much about jedi, only embellished stories you hear in cantinas, but I don't think I really agree with them," she said in an effort to prove there was more than one way of thinking, of acting, and different didn't have to mean wrong.
But Rey was quick to say, "you don't agree with anything."
It had Eris grinning as she leaned her head against the wall letting Rey shift her weight to a more comfortable position against her. "True," she agreed. "I'm down for the not feeling," Rey snorted her response. "But life ain't black and white, the choices we make aren't gonna be either."
Timidly Rey looked up at Eris to find her eyes closed as she quietly breathed looking for all the world like she was at peace. And Rey thought she might've been, a little bit too sad, a little more on edge considering where she was and how malleable the future was, but she almost felt content. "You think there's good and bad in all of us," Rey said having figured that for herself, though she also knew Eris thought the worst of people. "What we are depends on what we act on." It wasn't what Rey wanted to hear, it didn't comfort her because killing Kylo Ren regardless of his past without mercy wasn't the choice of the good.
Eris' shoulders twitched as though to shrug, a difficult thing with Rey's head weighing one down. "All I know is every light casts a shadow and you're not gonna see stars when the sun's out."
Rey didn't know enough to know whether that was for or against what she believed, Rey didn't even know if she believed anything. But Eris' calm assured demeanor soothed Rey's uncertain heart for the time being, her neck stretching so that she could look at the other woman, her nose brushing against Eris' chin. The quiet reverie was broken by Eris cracking open one eye and squinting down at Rey. "D'I sound like a jedi?"
For a short moment Rey stared at her startled, but then a bubble of laughter escaped her and her shoulders shook from her deep chuckling. "Full a yourself's more like it," Rey said watching Eris' mouth split as she smiled.
Eris laid back with her eyes closed once more not denying it. "Gotta say, a lightsaber would be awesome." Cut through every foe with no more effort than moving her arm, it was a nice thought – at least until she continued thinking. "S'long as I don't cut anything off. I assume they don't come with safety features."
"You're not getting a lightsaber," Rey said thinking if Eris didn't hurt herself she'd hurt everyone else around her.
"Yeah that's probably for the best," Eris said in quiet agreement. But in truth she didn't really care, it'd made Rey smile. Her eyes opened at feeling Rey's head turn down, almost hearing her mind turning from how hard she thought. "Finn told me about the map on the way over to the base," she said feeling Rey hold her breath. "Considering he's the last jedi and you're, something, I'm guessing you'll be leaving soon."
"Tomorrow," she breathed in answer staring at the floor. Eris' hard voice alone told Rey all she needed to know. "When are you leaving?"
"After you fall asleep."
Rey almost flinched from how quickly Eris responded as though it were the obvious answer. "Where will you go?" she asked wondering if maybe she'd be able to find her.
"Haven't figured that out yet."
She hadn't missed a beat, and it left Rey with the heavy realization that this was goodbye. It was something she'd only said once, to Finn when he'd wanted to run away, and it hurt her just as much now as it had then. "When will you come back?" Rey expected Eris to say she wasn't, it's what it felt like. At the lack of response Rey sat up turning to Eris, her chest against her arm, their noses nearly touching as Eris turned to her.
Eris didn't know why she'd ever thought Rey reminded her of herself, Rey was nothing like her – she'd seen some of the worst in the world and still held onto hope, still able to recognize beauty when found. She'd convinced herself Rey was just a kid who needed protecting, a dose of some tough reality because there was very little good left to be found in the world; but it was Eris who'd been given the reality check, who was shown there were still things worth fighting for. Rey was so much like him. "When you ask me to I guess," Eris answered seeing it surprise her.
That little flame was glowing just a little brighter, Rey stared at Eris' gentle face and wished she'd found her sooner or that she'd stayed longer, anything for it to just be the two of them rather than a galaxy apart. "It's my turn to find you."
Grinning Eris stretched her aching legs and turned away from her. "I'll warn ya kid, I don't make it easy," she said crossing her arms as she leaned back, prepared to sleep for a bit herself.
"I've found you gotta work for the better things in life."
Her eyes opened at Rey's words, at their double meaning. She turned to Rey to find her young innocent face staring back. "You'll make your boyfriend jealous with talk like that," she said watching first the widening of Rey's eyes, then the darkening of her cheeks before she turned away embarrassed. Eris laughed softly to herself as she settled back with Rey half pressed against her side. "Told ya I won't make it easy."
Rey turned to her sharply realizing she was only teasing, and jabbed her elbow into Eris' side seeing her smile. But Rey herself relented and a grin pulled on her mouth. She leaned against Eris, storing the feel of her to memory for the lonely nights ahead of her.
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A swirling array of alarmed beeps had Poe sitting up bleary eyed squinting as the unwelcome light. "What's goin on buddy?" he asked swinging his legs out of the bed as he looked down at his droid.
BB-8 rolled back and shuffled through its records before playing the holorecording. At the sight of a familiar head of wild dark hair Poe slid off the bed and onto his knees hoping to get a better look at Eris' face, realizing this was recent given her clothes were now black. Of course she would've changed, her white suite was ruined.
"I've always been better on my own," her startling airy voice said as she knelt in front of the droid. It gave a low regretful whine in response but she only shook her head and pushed herself onto her feet. "He's your master you know he's not gonna let me leave." She stared down at BB-8, her head turned to the side, a look Poe recognized as her realizing something – and with her next words he knew she'd figured out BB-8 was recording her. "Tell him I said see ya later." She slowly turned to make down the hall but she exhaled and was stopped by her own resolve, which had her looking over her shoulder at where BB-8 was with his head turned back to look up at her. "You're not bad for a droid."
Eris walked down the empty hangar, or rather a lifeless hangar as it was heavily populated by the Resistance's best ships. She'd chosen a small starfighter, big enough for her, a gun to use if needed, but it wasn't necessarily a ship made for war. It wouldn't be greatly missed. It rumbled loudly as it warmed up and she stood beneath it checking to see she had everything she'd come with. Well, maybe not everything.
A soft sound broke through the noise of her ship, it was skin striking a hard surface sounding like a clap. Turning Eris found Poe jogging to meet her, bare feet slapping on the cold floor, his disheveled hair hanging over his eyes. "Damn droid," she muttered realizing BB-8 woke him up, as she'd asked it not to. "Look," she called over the roaring of the engine, "I know what you're gonna say but I wasn't made for th-"
She was silenced by his body slamming into her, his arms wound tight around her shoulders trapping her against him. Blinking she stood with her arms at her side and his cheek pressed to hers, his heart beating beneath her chest. How many years had it been, she wondered. She'd been aching for this and she sighed settling against him. Her arms still at her side.
"We'll meet again," he said, having to stand on the balls of his feet to reach her height. She unfolded slowly in his arms until at the end he felt like he was bearing all of her weight. And he would've, he'd have stood there all night holding her.
But she tore herself from his grasp and stepped back to a safer distance. "Can't promise I won't try to kill you."
His smile was warm, handsome, as he stared at her expressionless face – hearing all he needed in those fond words. "Wouldn't be fun if you didn't," he answered watching her eyes crinkle as she smiled in return.
Giving him a playful shove she turned back to the starfighter and climbed the ladder into the cockpit. Poe kept his eyes on her as he stepped back gaining distance from the ship, watching as she pulled it around. She didn't give him another passing glance and he didn't expect her to. He stood alone on the hangar watching her ship disappear into the night, the glowing light from her tail darting across the star-filled sky. A shooting star. He smiled, closed his eyes, and made a wish.
And so ends part one. The rest of the story will coincide with the movie releases. But I do thank all of you for reading and sticking with me, it really means a lot. THANK YOU ALL!