Fourteen years ago...

We were sitting in a meadow of crisp, green grass, just finished with a exhausting game of tag. We were eating our lunch on a large quilted blanket with the Resistance symbol on it, laying down, staring at the cloudy sky. Poe was 6, I had just turned 5. Poe pointed at the sky as a ship of some sort passed by us. "Look, Ellie, that's a JT-231 (or something like that, I can't remember…)! Someday, I'm gonna be out there like Daddy and Momma were, flying with the Rebels and being friends with Princess Leia and Han Solo and Luke Skywalker!"

"And I'll be on the ground, shooting up bad guys like a ninja!" I replied, giggling.

I thought we were teasing that day, but it was surprising how true that statement was.

Four years ago...

I ran as fast as my legs could carry me, shooting stormtroopers as I passed them. Hurdling over dead bodies, both Rebel and First Order troops, I was right behind my big brother as he bravely led me and a thousand others to escape pods. I tripped, twisting my ankle and falling down. Through all the noise, Poe didn't hear me fall, and continued on. I managed to make my way to the last pod minutes before it exploded. I landed on the nearest inhabited planet, Endor, finding medical care and living with Ewoks, not sure where my brother was, even if he was alive.

Present Day…

I glided along the dimly lit walls, dressed in darker clothes, the only skin visible my eyes. The word on the grapevine was that the legendary Captain Phasma had escaped Starkiller Base. I was now supposedly at the retired base she was located. I had thought I was alone until I heard footsteps behind me. I glued myself to the wall, hoping the man that passed me didn't see me. I was about to continue my walk when I saw the jacket he had on.

"Hey," I whispered, quietly jogging after him. He turned, surprised.

"Who are you?" He asked.

"Where'd you get that jacket?" I asked, hesitant to reveal my name.

"Poe Dameron."

I paused, trying not to reveal my emotion. "Did he give it to you?" I asked.

"Yeah. Who are you?"

"His sister. Is he alive?" I replied, removing my mask.

"Yeah. I didn't know he had a sister."

I paused, shocked that he never mentioned me. Probably thinks I'm dead, too.

"Ellie Dameron. Who are you?"

"Finn."

"Are we here for the same thing?" I asked with a smirk on my face.

"I think so. Phasma?" He asked. I nodded.

"Let's go." I said, turning the corner and running down the hall. Finn followed close behind.