Chapter 4

Location: Outside Hanna City, Planet Chandrila

Chandrila was not yet firmly under the yoke of the First Order, but it wasn't exactly resisting. Panic and fear spread faster than the First Order could establish their rule. Zay and Poe had gone to find an old friend of Leia's Kya Mothma, the nephew of the first Chancellor of the New Republic. He'd been a member of her administration as an economic advisor, but hadn't continued in politics after her term was up. There was simply better money in the private sector for less hassle. The two were in a hijacked landspeeder zipping through the woods on their way to his estate, where they knew that he would be found.

Chandrila was full of estates, many of them empty and looted of valuables. Their owners had decided to make a break for more remote space along with their precious possessions rather than face the wrath of a vengeful First Order. But from the hearsay in the city the word was that Ky Mothma had not yet left. So the two were moving out at a quick clip. Poe was at the wheel, zipping down the paved road, ignoring all road signs and speed limits.

"Could you possible break any more road rules and get the attention of any cop left?" Zay groaned as they zipped along.

"And miss giving this badboy the drive it deserves?" Poe laughed, patting the wheel happily, "This is a Speed Supreme Guyejiera, there's only a thousand of these in existence."

"You think you're gonna take it with you?" Zay smirked but had a major fright and yelp when they passed a speeder truck at over three hundred kilometers per hour, "If we survive!"

"If it'll fit," Poe shrugged, "It might come in handy on Dantooine."

"Oh, a bright red sports superspeeder is going to keep us well below the radar," Zay rolled her eyes sarcastically.

"Then we'll put some camouflage on," Poe shrugged, "If anything this thing's worth two hundred and fifty thousand credits and would be a quick sell. Or…we use it as part of cover when we go to Canto Bight."

That got Zay's full attention, a speeder like this would give them the kind of edge into a successful cover that would be needed. This occurred to her as they got to their destination, a gated entrance opened for them and a pair of guards was waiting there wearing white and gray uniforms and gray caps. They each had blaster pistols in holsters, and were quite alert.

"Halt," Poe and Zay heard one say to them through the window and hard cover of the convertible speeder, "Please identify yourselves."

"We're friends of General Organa, here to see Mr. Mothma," Poe replied after the window went down.

The guard narrowed his eyes, and repeated the information into a comm on his wrist. In his ear he was told to allow them in, and waved them into the compound of white short rounded buildings surrounded by gardens. It was a hive of activity, hovering pallets of precious furniture was being stowed away into a pair of ships. Supervising it all was a forty-year old man dressed in fine clothes.

"Mr. Mothma?" Poe asked as he pulled up and got out.

"You must be from the Resistance," Ky Mothma greeted Poe.

"Commander Poe Dameron, this is Captain Zay Versio," Poe said in reply.

"That's right, General Organa sent us. We uh…we need your help," Zay added.

"Let me guess you need money, resources?" the man replied as he watched some crates get loaded up.

"If you're able to, we need all we can get right now," Poe told him point blank.

Ky Mothma sighed, "Money is something I have plenty of thankfully. I'll have one of my people get some boxes of hard credits."

"The General said we needed something else, we need clothes, fine clothes, and any jewelry you can spare, the kind that would help us blend in on say…Canto Bight," Zay asked.

"Well, my wife and I had to downsize before I sent her to Zeltros, help yourself to what you can carry."

"Thank you, we really do appreciate it," Zay sighed, glad that part of their mission was accomplished.

"And uh…would you mind us asking for volunteers?" Poe asked, "We need everyone we can get."

"You can try, but I don't think many of them are going to be staying," Ky replied, once more, Poe and Zay noted that he was uninterested and rather dejected. He didn't ring of the decisively rebellious blood of his aunt, the great Mon Mothma. To be honest, Zay and Poe thought he looked defeated.

"Sir, I don't know if I'm overstepping here, but there's a fight to be had against the First Order, and that fight's only just begun. There are soldiers, pilots, and crewmen and women who believe in the Republic. It may not look like it, but the Republic's not dead," Poe said loudly so that Ky's staff could hear him, and they stopped to listen.

"The Republic died when the Hosnian System was destroyed, the government, the Admiralty, the judicial system, most of the fleet, most of the banking apparatus…Commander, the Republic as a system was physically obliterated, what's left has folded, including Chandrila," he then shook his head, "I warned my aunt, the Senate, everyone, only General Organa and listened. Now, she and her Resistance are all that remains. I'm not about to risk my family's lives."

"We may be all that remains. But we're a spark, the First Order is wood, we will burn them to the ground, will you stand with us?!" Poe called out.

Of the thirty plus staff and dozen guards around the area only eight didn't return to their work. Three guards stayed, along with a pair of groundskeepers, a chef, a janitor, and a butler. Among them two were Twi'leks, one male one female, the chef was a pink-skinned male Zeltron, and among the humans two were women.

"Thank you all, for everything, good luck," Ky said quietly in goodbye to his staff who had volunteered, "Well Commander, Captain, I think it's best we go our separate ways now."

"Good luck Mr. Mothma, and don't worry, we'll make sure that your warnings won't go unheeded," Zay assured him.

With that Ky Mothma shook their hands and returned to the task at hand. But Poe was just happy he had some recruits and some cash and clothes for their coming mission at Canto Bight.

Location: Hanna City, Planet Chandrila

They were recruiting as best they could and Rey's disguise was holding up just fine. Pilots, soldiers, and crew along with officers were crawling all over Chandrila. The local garrison had been ordered to disband and the First Order had taken over rapidly. But resistance had apparently been rampant amongst the troops. All of the local security measures, Republic-built, had been torn apart. All of the Republic vehicles and weapons had been destroyed, and every single building in the garrison's base had been burnt to the ground. This left over five hundred pilots, soldiers, and officers from the Chandrila garrison of the Republic Starfighter Corps and Republic Army left with nothing to do.

Fortunately they were easy to find, hanging out at the local bars en masse. Each kind of serviceman had a certain hang-out that they favored. The pilots had been gone to by Temmin and Jessika, while Finn and Rey were tagging along with Shriv going from soldier bar to soldier bar. They walked into their third bar, and Finn saw numerous eyes land on them, word was apparently spreading. In this darkened bar, named "The Liquid Laser" were at least twenty obviously former troops and other rougher and more ready individuals than the average citizen on Chandrila.

"Think we'll get any more?" Rey asked.

"Well we've gotten thirty…seven so far? I think I can land another five or so," Shriv shrugged.

"Mind if I take a crack at them?" Finn asked.

"You have first shot," Shriv crossed his arms and offered him a way in, "Rey, mind taking watch?"

"Sure," the young girl nodded, this was about all she'd done thus far, her disguise of shortened blonde hair, a spacer's leather jacket and utility pants and boots had certainly changed her appearance, but she did have to ward off some less than subtle advances by a handful of ambitious men, and one woman.

"I still think that redhead was your type," Shriv teased her about the woman pilot that had tried winning over Rey.

"You're all perverts," Rey just rolled her eyes, and walked to the entrance to keep a good lookout.

"Well, your audience awaits," Shriv waved Finn forward.

"Ahem, can I have everyone's attention?!" Finn tried calling out. Most of the patrons looked up at him, a couple were seriously paying attention, most weren't, "My name is Finn, I'm here to say that the war against the First Order is only beginning. This fight is one for the galaxy, for the freedom of everyone we care for and love."

"Hold on, let me take this one," Shriv whispered, "All of you hate the First Order right?"

All of them grumbled and nodded.

"You want to fight? Prove that you can fight?" he added and got some vocalized 'yes's' in response, "we're here to offer a chance to fight them, those who want to fight sign up here," Shriv slapped a datapad on the table in front of him, "We're leaving the planet shortly, you may not get another chance to join the Resistance and make a difference."

Almost instantly a dozen of the patrons stood up and started to form a rough line.

"Landing bay six," Shriv told them, "Say that 'Shriv sent me' and they'll let you on board."

"Okay, so none of the big speeches huh?" Finn asked.

"Nah, not to former soldiers. Give them a chance to fight they'll fight," Shriv chuckled as they all signed their names.

"Civilians will though right?"

"Oh yeah," Shriv nodded, "They eat that crap up."

"Crap? Isn't it true though?" Finn scoffed.

"Well I'm not exactly big on the emotional side of the propaganda," Shriv replied.

Then Rey ran inside, her eyes wide.

"Stormtroopers!" she said, and Shriv snatched up his list, which had the names of thirty-nine fresh recruits, men and women who would doubtlessly get executed if their names were found.

"Quick, down here," the bartender called out, offering them a way behind the bar.

Finn and Rey went first, and Shriv went last, pistol drawn. The other patrons resumed their drinking, and acted as if nothing had been going on. The bartender lifted a hatch, and down a flight of steep stairs was a booze cellar, filled with tightly spaced racks of bottles of alcohol from across the galaxy. It was pitch black, and the three had ample room.

"There's a tunnel in the back behind that shelf, I used it to smuggle out volunteers for the old Rebellion," the old Rodian told them.

"Thank you," Finn said, being the last one down.

"Good luck, I'll see to it they leave for the docks," he said in reply and then closed the hatch and they heard him stand on it.

Rey went to the back first, and feeling around in the back she found the shelf and pushed it aside, and there was a small door behind it with the Rebel phoenix painted onto it in faded luminescent paint. Shriv hit a single button next to him, and the door opened.

"Quick," Shriv pushed them through, but they were hit with the stink of an old sewer.

"Oh man!" Finn gagged.

"What wonderful smell you've discovered," Rey coughed.

"It's better than an Imperial cell," Shriv told them, pulling the shelf back into place and then closed the door and shined a flashlight ahead of them and led the way, "There's usually Rebel symbols on the walls that'll lead us to another entrance," he said and pointed to a Rebel symbol far off down the dried up sewer.

"Like that one?" Finn said.

"You think it just happened to be there?"

"Let's go, before I get used to this place's smell," Rey growled, hand held over her nose pinched tightly.

The three of them moved quickly, their noses burning from the horrific stench. They all avoided the low point in the twelve-foot tall semi-circular pipe, some stagnant rainwater sat there, but here that stuff was no longer just rainwater. But they weren't alone down here at the moment, all three went quiet after they heard a bootsteps, and they knew that there was someone else down here. Finn decided to be the first to check it, and shut off his flashlight and drew his GLIE-44 Blaster Pistol and moved forward to the corner, careful to be sure he wasn't making any noise.

He now started hearing some talking, static-like, as if it were coming through a radio or a helmet. This meant only one thing, Stormtroopers. Finn peered around the corner and saw a four-man team of troopers standing idly as they watched a pair of black-uniformed technicians with large suits for hazardous work setting up a power washer next to their next Rebel Phoenix, the next marker.

"The First Order, they're erasing the marks," Finn told them.

"That's not good," Shriv grumbled.

"C'mon, let's take them out," Rey insisted.

"We'll need to do it quick and quiet," Finn replied, thinking on what they needed to do, "Wait until that pressure washer starts up, that'll mask our fire from anyone who might be able to hear it from above."

The group of three started to shift around, there were six targets, and all were paying attention to their own task, not keeping a firm security. Finn stopped and aimed, then so did Rey and Shri aimed from behind them. The troopers and their guards were perfect targets, and by the time one of them turned around they were ready. Without much in the way of warning Finn fired, blasting one of the troopers into the wall with a direct killshot into the chest. Shriv fired into the Stormtrooper holding the heavy blaster and that man went down into the puddle without a noise. The third was Rey's shot, and that trooper was the team leader who went down onto their side as they raised their blaster in vain. The last trooper got hit rapidly and the other men went down before they could pull their pistols.

"Clear," Finn called out, grabbing one of the F-11's and holding it at the ready.

"Grab their guns, quick," Shriv ordered Rey, snatching up the FWMB-10 repeating blaster and throwing it over his shoulder and grabbed an F-11 and each of them snatched a pistol and tucked it into their belts.

"Quick, we need to dump them," Finn told them.

"There's a dropoff, they won't find them down there in that current," Shriv said as he grabbed a stormtrooper and began dragging the body towards a cliff where they could hear moving water.

It didn't take more than a few minutes for each of them to drag two bodies and drop it into the rough current. The power washer they also dumped, leaving no visible traces.

"Now let's go, they may have gotten rid of the symbols but they still made them visible enough to follow just by cleaning them," Finn suggested, and saw a crisp section of concrete down the sewer.

"Let's move."

It didn't take much longer for them to make to a ladder at the end of the sewer line. It was very obvious that it was where they wanted to be, judging by the noises of ships and moving crates near the exit.

"You sure we won't be walking into a trap?" Shriv asked.

"Yeah, it's clear, I can feel it," Rey said, closing her eyes gently, and put her hands on the ladder after slinging her newly acquired blaster rifle over her shoulder and began climbing.

She reached the top and then pushed with her left hand and had her pistol ready. They were in an alley next to the spaceport, and she knew it was perfect for getting their new recruits later on. She quickly waved Finn and Shriv to join them and they climbed out, hiding the blaster rifles in their coats. A pair of Stormtroopers was standing at the street corner as another pair was setting up a hover tower for sentry purposes a ways down.

"Quick," a familiar voice said, it was Poe inside the side door that they had left out of when they came to the planet and left the port, "I see you guys had some fun."

"Yeah, lots," Finn said in reply, getting up, and then bent down to take the FWMB-10 from Shriv who came up right behind him.

"Walker coming get in," Shriv ordered them.

The group scrambled inside, seeing Zay waiting on them. They had eight people behind them, by the Millennium Falcon, helping to load up some crates, and Shriv saw a bright red speeder next to the Falcon. They shut the door before relaxing their guard.

"Is that…"

"Yeah, pretty sweet huh?" Poe smirked proudly, "We even got booze," he then pulled up a crate full of local craft beer bottles and a couple kegs of another kind of beer, "They weren't taking these with them, so we helped ourselves to them and a few more crates like them along with some food, good food."

"Commander, you have just won the MVP award for this mission," Shriv nodded appreciatively, "New recruits?" he then pointed to the eight people.

"Yeah, employees of Ky Mothma, he gave us what was left of his and his wife's wardrobe and twenty-five thousand credits, enough for us to get going on our Canto Bight op."

"How'd you guys do with recruitment?" Zay asked.

"Fifty-one troops signed on, fifty-nine including them," Shriv informed them, pretty proud of their work.

"They're already there," Poe said, "Good job, the General'll be pretty pleased. We're now able to fight."

"Commander!" Jessika called out, and Temmin came in with her with a datapad with something interesting on it.

"Yeah," Poe replied.

"Two full squadrons from the local garrison, they volunteered," Temmin said, handing him the list.

"Awesome, we can start fighting back with close to three squadrons," Poe grinned confidently, hyped at the knowledge that they had some mass to their forces now.

"We've got enough to deal with Canto Bight, that's for sure," Jessika agreed.

"Well, we'll at least be able to make a nuisance of ourselves," Finn replied.

Location: Resistance Headquarters, Planet Dantooine

"General, we've got incoming ships, identifying…friendlies. Commander Dameron's signaling success," Lieutenant Connix said, a smile brightening her face.

"Open the doors," Leia ordered the sergeant on the door and crane controls.

"Yes ma'am," the man replied hitting his controls after examining them to be sure he was doing it right.

The metal doors opened with a grinding noise that Leia winced at. They still hadn't gotten everything fully working on its assorted mechanisms. But that thought left her mind when she saw the two Montura-class shuttles enter the hangar followed by the Falcon. The shuttles were guided to their new parking spaces, outlined in white on the stone floor and the Falcon parked in the rear out of the way of the X-Wings should they have to scramble. Leia grabbed her cane and started to move forward to greet the new arrivals, however many that they be.

When she got out into the hangar she saw that the extent of their success was impressive. The men and women in the shuttles were out, and formed into squares, each had the look of a soldier or a pilot. These weren't the patriots that she had commanded in the past, these were soldiers, more like her old comrades of the old Rebellion. Despite the fact that many wore civilian clothes and had backpacks, sacks, and other stuff holding their gear and weren't in any sort of military grooming standard. But they were ready to fight.

"General on deck!" Poe called out and a singular clack of heels sounded out.

"Thank you, Commander, thank you everyone for stepping forward to take this fight onto your shoulders. The galaxy thanks you, the Republic thanks you, we all thank you," Leia told them, "Now let's get to work."

"You heard her!" Poe yelled, draw weapons and uniforms, "All pilots report back here for squadron assignments once your gear is dolled out. Troops report to Lieutenant Connix for platoon assignment."

As one the groups started to get ushered out to the storage bays where their weapons, uniforms, and equipment were stored. Organized lines were formed as Lieutenant Connix sorted out the officers amongst them and got two whole platoons organized into two separate watches, twelve hours on, twelve hours off. Amongst them were a handful of experienced command and control and logistics officers that Leia was relieved to see take over some of the command staff duties in the command center. This freed her to start organizing things in the base's old and very dusty laundry room where she'd had Poe and Zay come up to start working on their disguises.

"Jeez," Zay said as she held up a dress, stunned by the incredibly deep neckline, and heavily bejeweled material.

"Oh, Ghuviera Collection, very nice," Leia said as she held the dress up to Zay, "Maybe take it in a bit at the waist…a little around here…" she mumbled, just pleased as could be at such a simple yet relaxing task as tailoring.

"Learned a few things about tailoring General?" Poe asked as he was trying on different fine shoes as per Leia's instructions.

"Had to, my…father, Senator Organa, wasn't much for having a girl who couldn't do things for herself. Plus I found it relaxing and necessary as a Senator to be able to figure out my own wardrobe from a technical point of view," Leia said in response, "And the years with the Rebellion helped me in that regard, I couldn't be pampered as much when I only had Threepio and Artoo so I had to do things for myself."

"Wise policy," Poe nodded in affirmation.

"Oh I'm so glad I have your approval Commander Dameron," Leia said as she handed the dress to Zay, "We'll start with this one, go ahead and change and we'll make some marks. If you need help I'll call in Rey to give us a hand."

"Don't want me to give you a hand?" Poe offered, pulling on a suit jacket with a diagonal black stripe going from the bottom of the lapels to the collar and then struck a pose, "Your dashing husband?"

"When there's a ring on this hand then you can pretend," Zay held her hand up and pointed to it as she told him off snarkily.

"Go on Commander, you're next, get our pilots organized. I'll send word when it's your turn," Leia shooed him away.

Poe sighed in relief as he hung the coat back up and boot his boots on. He was more than happy to be done with that for now. He'd always hated clothes shopping and fitting and everything else that came with it. Being the son of pilots made him eager for movement, for doing something, and sitting in place trying on clothes and getting fitted for said clothes was completely foreign to him and deeply uncomfortable, especially when it Princess/General Leia Organa Solo who was doing it here and now. But such was the current mission and when his time came to do it he'd just have to suck it up.

"Hey, Poe," Finn called out, running up to him from behind as the door shut behind him, "You done already?" the former Stormtrooper noted curiously.

"No, no it's just Zay's got first turn for her clothes to get fitted. Finn ole buddy, I tell ya there might just be something there," Poe informed his friend confidently.

"What? You and Zay?" Finn asked as they walked into the rec room where they saw Rey sitting at a table, a few cans of paint next to her as she was busy cutting out patterns for the flight helmet on the table before her, "I thought that you and Rey had some chemistry?"

"No, or-well, maybe. I didn't think it was right, I thought you were sorta working that angle," Poe whispered.

"I thought I was…then I met Rose," Finn shrugged as they sat down.

"So you and Rey were never…"

"Me and Rey? No, we only knew each other for a day or two."

Rey put down her knife and sighed in annoyance at the two, "Rey can hear you y'know, and no one's working any angle. Not with me anyway," she called out to them, causing them to look at one another then back at her.

"The Force helped you hear us?" Poe asked.

"No, you two are just not that stealthy," Rey playfully pointed the knife at them.

"Might need to work on that before your mission pal," Finn chuckled.

"Yeah, so anyway…how's the helmet coming along?" Poe asked as he walked over, looking over Rey's shoulder at the templates, a few had already been discarded due to mistakes with the knife she had in her hand.

"Almost there, just gotta get this Jedi symbol done, but it's bloody difficult."

"You could just have your droid cut it out with his laser cutter, it's how I did mine, I traced and BB-8 cut," Poe suggested.

"Forgot about that…" Rey growled, grunting in annoyance, "I'm just…used to doing things myself, never had a droid to help me with this kind of stuff."

"Yeah, use 'em, he's a BB unit, he's about as good as a work and field partner as you can get. I mean look how many times my little buddy saved all of our lives," Poe reminded her.

"True," Rey nodded in agreement, and pulled up her standard commlink for communication with her droid, "Three-C, you busy?" a single chirp from her droid rang out in reply, "Right, could you come help me out with some precision cutting? Then maybe I can give you a paintjob," her offer was seemingly met with a yes because Rey smirked as the droid replied, "Like my helmet it is then."

"Your droid wants a paintjob like your helmet?" Poe asked.

"Yeah, blue and white, I've got a handprint here I'll have the Resistance symbol inside of, and the Jedi symbol here on the right, my right," Rey pointed out, "Plus a blue stripe down the middle and over the ears. Blue like my lightsaber."

"Which is broken," Finn reminded her.

"Yes I know, you don't have to keep reminding me," Rey growled as she pulled her helmet off the table and into her lap and placed the sticky template on the front visor cover of her helmet with a left hand shape cut out with the seal of the Alliance Starbird cut out to remain the stark white of the helmet's base coat when paint was applied, she reached out and the blue spray paint can slowly got pulled into her hand.

"That is very cool," Poe pointed down at the paint can in her hand.

"Useful too," Rey agreed as she gave a single thick coat that dried upon application. She let it set for a moment then gave it another to deepen the blue color then peeled it off, and it turned out pretty well.

"Nice," Finn said in admiration.

"You might need it done quick," Poe said, "We're gonna be heading out on our mission soon."

"Canto Bight?" Rey asked as her droid rolled on in, beeping at her, "Here, can you cut this template out?"

She handed it down to the droid and it began working diligently as Poe pulled out a datapad and put it on the table.

"Looks like there's a big city-wide party, the rich and the famous and bad and the ugly are being invited for the city's fiftieth establishment anniversary. This means that we'll have ourselves a fattier and more deserving target, and it'll be quite the crowd to blend in with. The parties will begin in about five days, so that's how long we have," Poe explained, pointing at the flyer he'd taken a picture of.

"Think that we'll be ready?" Finn asked.

"The General says she'll have us ready to go in a day, and it'll take another day to get there and so we'll have a day and night to recon before things really get going," Poe outlined, painting a clear time table, "Although we still need to find ourselves a yacht to use for part of our cover."

"Well you and BB-8 are pretty good at stealing ships, that shouldn't be any issue," Finn recommended, getting a chuckle from Poe who half-heartedly shrugged in agreement.

"And what about us?" Rey asked, knowing that she had a task to perform now that she was disguised with her blonde hair.

"Hypothetically we could get you sent out now," Poe shrugged, "Problem is we're still organizing, I've got three squadrons now, Red, Blue, and Black, but we've also got enough fighters for another one."

"It wouldn't hurt I guess to get eyes in town and start recruiting and forging a safehouse for ourselves," Finn noted.

"The General's got someone working on that. Rey, the team we're sending will be you, Shriv, Finn, and Rose. You'll be our backup in case something goes wrong for Zay and me. Threepio says we've got a contact on the planet, someone who works in the stables and has a way to get in and out of the casino and the drainage system," Poe told the two, "That'll be our safehouse contact."

"Won't we risk the police recognizing us?" Finn asked in concern.

"Well, if the General goes for my secondary mission you can get some payback," Poe winked, "I'm pitching the idea to loot their armory and steal whatever else we can."

"That's a little ambitious isn't it?" Rey asked, "We've only got a hundred people now."

"That might be helped soon, the new recruits said there's more Republic remnants out there. Niv and C'ai are on their way to a training base on Serenno where they said the Republic had a supply base and a technical school for something or other."

"Technical school?" Finn asked.

"Yeah sensor operations or something else really specialized. The lieutenant who told us said there were three hundred plus people on base when he was there, plus a pair of X-Wing squadrons and the usual shuttles for basic transport," Poe shook his head, knowing how desperate they sounded, "We need everyone and everything, so let's hope we can scrounge some of those people before it's too late."

"Snap's on his way to contact a Republic garrison that's on Rhen Var, one of the officers we recruited said a whole company is stranded there at a comms relay outpost along with an A-Wing Squadron."

"Let's hope they're still there," Finn nodded.

"Yeah, a whole company, plus base personnel, roughly two hundred and thirty people, boy I'd like to get them on our side," Poe replied, sitting back into his chair, "Snap said he'll contact us when he gets an answer, which should be tomorrow."

"It'll be nice to add some numbers," Rey nodded, but then realized something, "Wait, isn't this place a little small for six hundred people?"

"Been looking into that," Finn replied, and pulled out a map, "Dantooine's only going to serve as a base for us for so long before the First Order moves in and finds us. We need somewhere far out of the way so we can get our feet under us again. But we still need to stay in range of planets for our shuttles and fighters to reach. So, I'm thinking of putting this to the general."

He pulled out of Poe's screen and pulled up a galaxy map as Rey started painting on her next template, the Jedi symbol. Finn scrolled down to the southern Outer Rim, and zoomed in a single planet that had a tertiary shipping lane near it. He then clicked on it and its planetary information came up.

"Rugosa, it's an uninhabited world with nothing valuable about it except for one thing, seclusion. It's a perfect place to hide. We can burrow in amongst the caves in its deep gorges and hide ourselves there until we're able to make our move against the First Order."

"Rugosa, I've heard of that place, the Old Republic had a big outpost out there, abandoned after the Clone War, I remember my mom and dad told me that they were on their way to salvage from it but got rerouted by command when something more important came up. They never made it there to investigate, so there still might be an outpost there to find and maybe use," Poe said excitedly, "Plus the First Order may not arrive in the area for a while with their attention focused closer to the Core."

"Agreed, but will the General agree to it?" Finn asked.

"Well, when it's my turn to get my suit tailored I'll ask."

Finished, and it has been a while, but I should be able to get more now that I've graduated college and am getting into my new job. The parts that I'm really enjoying are the dialogue portions of this, Finn and Poe as friends have the best dynamic and Rey added to that (Whenever she's not being Mary-Sue'd) adds to that. But also, you may have noted that I've been hinting at some shipping going on here, and yes I'd love to see how the story pans out to see if we can get a little bit of a relationship or two going on.

But yeah, the story's coming along fine and most important I'm really enjoying writing this. See you guys until next time, hopefully that'll be soon.

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