Luke was asleep in his cot, suffering from one of his debilitating visions again. He tossed and turned, though his vision was not frightening. It only yielded bad memories.

He was in his A-Wing, having just left the Rebel base on Endor. In the copilot seat lay the unconscious, mind-wiped, 5-year-old Kira Kenobi, whose training tunic and garb had been scrapped for more suitable clothes.

Luke knew he needed to hide Kira. And quickly. Ben- Kylo Ren could find her if she wasn't. Luke decided that the most proper choice would be Jakku. It was an almost exact replica of Tatooine, where she had spent her baby years. The hot climat, never-ending fields of sand. Luke figured she could make it there.

R2-D2 beeped curiously.

"We're going to Jakku, Artoo," Luke replied.

R2 beeped questioningly.

"We need to hide Kira."

Slowly, his ship entered light speed, and the distant stars and planets began to blur. Sitting back to take a little rest, Luke sighed.

"How am I ever going to fix this?" He asked himself, rubbing his hand across his forehead in anguish.

He looked longingly at Kira. She now wore an array of tan coloured clothes and fabrics, stuff that Leia managed to scrounge up in a hurry. An old woven sack hastily sewn into a small shirt, a stretchy, breathable fabric strip, an old pair of grey pants that once belonged to a little Ben Solo.

Her childhood was ruined, now.

Luke felt responsible.

Did something go wrong with his training? Did he say the wrong thing to the teenage Ben? Or was the Dark Side forever looming over the Skywalker family?

Pulled from his train of thought, Luke was startled when his map indicator started to beep.

They were at Jakku.

Luke sighed in relief. He pulled the ship from light speed as the sandy wasteland came up. Slowly, luke descended to the surface of the planet, but didn't land immediately. He couldn't just dump Kira anywhere- she needed someone to help her. Atleast for a while.

He hovered along the sand dunes, staring at the decaying ships that sat idly in the beating sun. Luke remembered the Battle of Jakku. It was only a few years ago, and he remembered how Leia bravely lead the Alliance, though they suffered heavy losses. Luke would have been there to fight aswell, but he had been off training his new generation of Jedi.

Well, guess how that turned out.

Off in the distance, Luke caught a glimpse of what looked to be a town. A few whispy tarps and metal structures stood firmly in the blowing sand.

"Artoo, head for that village," Luke commanded. R2 beeped back in answer.

Slowly, they flew past the village. Luke came to a stop about half a kilometre from the village as to not attract unwanted attention. He quickly jumped from his ship, but left Kira inside.

"Watch Kira," Luke instructed. "If someone gets close to my ship, ward them off somehow."

He ventured to the village, watching as no one seemed to pay him or his ship any mind.

That's strange, Luke thought. In such a desolate place like this, he thought the locals would go crazy over such a modern ship. But they didn't. They kept their eyes down and kept walking. But that was a good thing, because no one cared about Luke. He could go through the place without so much as a second glance.

He spotted a line outside of a metal hut. Curiously, Luke joined the line, in hopes that someone might be able help him. Whoever was inside that hut must be a respected person, or else why would so many people flock to see him?

Growing impatient at the speed in which the line was travelling (very slowly), Luke butted everyone to the front of the line. Finally, he saw who was inside.

A Blobfish? What did he offer that everyone wanted?

Then he saw what he was giving out.

Aha, Luke thought. Food.

Luke cleared his throat. The blobfish looked up at him in disgust, for Luke looked so out of place with his sophisticated Jedi robes.

"What do you want?" The blobfish groaned.

"I need your help," Luke said frantically. "I need you to come with me."

The blobfish growled. "I'm not going anywhere," he replied. "Now get lost- if you aren't already."

Growing frustrated, knowing he couldn't waste time, Luke did the only thing he knew would work- a mind trick.

With a single wave of his hand, Luke tried again.

"You will follow me," Luke said calmly.

The blobfish straightened.

"I will follow you," he replied robotically.

Quickly, the blobfish left his hut, following Luke out half a kilometre to his ship.

They were met by a frantically beeping R2. He spun around in the astromech socket, beeping like he was in the talons of a wampa.

"What is it Artoo?" Luke asked.

R2 beeped again.

"What?" Luke asked in denial. "She's awake?!"

Luke left the blobfish's side and ran to his ship, where Kira now sat screaming, grabbing and clawing at the straps that restricted her to her seat. Her head threw itself back and forth, as though she were possessed.

"Where am I?!" She screamed.

Luke looked at her pitifully, his heart breaking with every word she shrieked.

Kira's head rolled to face Luke, her eyes as big as saucers and spilling over with tears.

"Who- who are you?" She muttered.

"Come here, sweetheart," Luke said, purposely not answering her question. He unbuckled her belt straps, and Kira crawled over the seat and into Luke's arms.

Carrying her out of the ship, Luke jogged back over to the blobfish, taking Kira by the hand. When they got to the blobfish, Luke thrust Kira's hand into his.

"No!" She yelled in protest. Luke tried with all of his might to ignore her pleas.

"You will watch over this girl," he commanded the blobfish with a subtle wave of his hand.

"I will watch over the girl," he replied monotone.

"She has no name," Luke said. "She is no one."

Blobfish nodded.

Luke knelt down to Kira, pulling his hood over his head to hide his face as best he could. He put his hands on her shoulders.

"Stay here, I'll come back for you sweetheart," he murmured. "I promise."

Lies.

"No," she screamed. "Don't leave!"

But she could do nothing to stop Luke. He knew what he needed to do, and this was his only option. He turned his back to the crying girl, who was tugging and clawing at the blobfish's meaty hand, which clung onto her arm.

Luke entered his ship, closing the hatch behind him- silencing the desperate screams and yells.

"Come back!" She yelled.

"Quiet girl," the blobfish commanded.

Kira looked at the blobfish then back at the sky, as Luke's ship blasted off into space.

"No!"

FN-2191 was taken back to the base. He was currently situated in a room in the medical ward, but would be released soon, because his wounds were not fatal and were easy to treat.

Rey and Finn sat in the mess hall, quietly discussing FN-2191 over their late lunch.

"Do you know him, Finn?" Rey asked, playing with her fork. "You told me 'FN' was where you got your name, were you like him?"

Finn swallowed, clearing his throat. "Yeah, I knew him," Finn began. "FN-2191 was a friend of mine. But I wasn't like him. Yeah, we were all good at combat and stuff, but we were trained from birth," His tone got harsher as he went. "We all had our differences."

"Were you two close?" Rey continued.

Finn looked down at his plate, gripping his utensil in his fist angrily. His knuckles were turning white, he held the spoon so hard.

Noticing Finn's attitude had taken a substantial turn, Rey chose not to pry any longer.

"Sorry," she mumbled, sticking her fork into another piece of food and nibbling on it, though neither of them were particularly hungry anymore. Sighing, Finn stood up.

"I'm tired, Rey," he snapped. "I'm going back to my room."

"It's only mid-afternoon," she rebutted.

Finn shrugged. "I guess I'm just too tired lately."

Rey could sense that something was up with Finn. He hadn't been acting right since they got back from the crash sight, since he'd seen FN-2191.

"Finn," she began softly. "Are you alright?" Rey reached for his hand, mirroring what Finn always did to comfort her. But Finn pulled his hand away in a lightning, instinctive movement.

"I'm fine."

Rey watched sadly as Finn quickly left the mess, shoulders slouched and head hung low.

"Finn," Rey whimpered, tears threatening to form in her eyes. "I'm sorry."

What did I say? She asked herself. Did she say the wrong thing? She was never good a small talk, she never needed to. But she didn't quite get those subtle queues of when to stop talking.

What did I say?

Finn shuffled his way down the hall, noticeably agitated. He walked with his head down and didn't seem to keep an eye on where he was going. Unbeknownst to him, he was walking straight into the medical ward. His stance was that of a mad man.

He ambled through the halls, which he knew like the back of his hand. He had spent so many hours in this section of the base, either while he was recovering from his injury or helping Rey recover from hers. He only became aware of his location when he stumbled across the room where FN-2191 was being assessed.

Finn took a peak inside, and in doing so, caught a glimpse of his former comrade, head wrapped in actual gauze and sitting up on the bed, a nurse checking his reflexes and so on. His bag from the wreckage sat by his feet.

Without the blood on his face, Finn could recognize FN-2191 even more. He looked exactly the same as the last time Finn had seen him; same dark hair, same pale skin. But did FN remember Finn?

Finn saw FN-2191 look up at him. FN craned his neck to get a better look at Finn, but Finn had vanished.

It was too much. Finn bolted from the medical ward and went straight to his new room, slamming the door shut behind him, tears springing to his eyes.

Finn threw himself onto his bed. The soft mattress was almost cloud-like, compared to his rock-hard hospital bed. He somewhat regretted choosing this room- it had no window. His room was underground, but on the opposite side of the cliff as the medical ward, therefore no spectacular view.

As he sat lethargic, he looked to his dresser, with its large wooden doors swung open. Inside, on a hanger, sat Poe's jacket, sliced almost in two. Although it had been repaired by the best in the Resistance, the burned and mangled leather was still an eye sore. It was no longer suitable for wear.

Looking at that jacket reminded Finn of where he had come from. How far he had come to get to where he was now.

I'm done with the First Order, I'm never going back. It echoed in his head.

How much he'd changed, even since then.

How many new places he's been to. How many new people he's met, friends he's made, people he's grown to love. So many new things.

So many new, overwhelming things.

He'd abandoned the First Order for a reason. With that, he had abandoned all bonds that he'd made, all friendships he'd had, every accomplishment he'd achieved.

He wasn't going to let FN-2191 send him back to square one.

Breaking his lethargic state, Finn sat up, staring at a blank space on his wall, irrationally mad at FN-2191. He thought he had managed to forget all of those bonds, but he figured wrong.

It wasn't Finn's fault for wanting to leave the First Order, and he couldn't blame others for wanting to finally take a stand and revolt along with him. But at what cost?

Finn had witnessed much more destruction and annihilation with the Resistane than he'd ever seen with the First Order. Seeing that kind of stuff would take a toll on anyone. It had taken its toll on Finn. But then again, it was the First Order that was doing the destruction and annihilation, and Finn didn't want to be a part of that what-so-ever. He chose to be part of the side that was against all of that because he was against all of that.

Staring at that blank space made Finn's mind wander. Did that blank space represent him?

Blank and empty, just like his past and all of his memories? An empty nobody in the grand scheme of things?

These thoughts plagued him. They clouded his thoughts and shadowed his emotions.

Oh, how he just wanted to be held by someone. He wanted to be told that everything was alright, that he didn't need to think like this.

He just wanted to be with Rey.

She always made him happy.

"2191, General Organa would like to see you," a nurse said, poking her head into his room as FN picked up his rucksack, ready to leave. He nodded, though he had no idea who General Organa was.

"Alright," he mumbled. "Could you show me how to get there, maybe?"

The nurse smiled. "Oh, no, she'll come to you." The nurse said, leaving the door way to make way for Leia. The General strode in tall and proud.

"FN-2191," she said calmly. "I am General Leia Organa." She held her hand out.

"How do you do," FN replied, shaking her hand formally and twiddling his new room key in his fingers with the other.

Leia nodded and continued. "We are pleased that you have chosen to join us-" She stopped, a lump forming in her throat. She quickly ignored it. "And not Kylo Ren."

"Yes," FN said. "I wanted to join the other side," he explained as Hux instructed. "I don't agree with what the First Order is doing."

Leia chuckled. "Well, we don't either. That's why we're here, to stop them. I hope you'll be able to help with that?"

FN nodded once again. "Yes ma'am," he replied.

"If there's anyone you'd like to talk to," Leia began. "I'm available."

"Thank you," 2191 said. "There's actually someone I thought I recognized. Would you know him?"

Leia smiled. "You must be talking about Finn. He was a storm trooper too."

"I don't know his name," 2191 answered solemnly. "Only his ID number."

Leia thought for a moment. She thought she heard Finn mention something about an ID number to Rey or Poe once, but she couldn't remember what it was.

"I don't know his ID number, but I do know his room number."

FN-2191's face lit up. Would he really be able to talk to FN-2187 again?

His comrade? His friend?

His brother?

"If you could give it to me, I'd appreciate it General," 2191 said.

Smiling, Leia pulled out a small data pad and a pen. Going through her logs and charts and libraries, she found Finn's room number and location.

"May I see your hand?" Leia asked. Warily, 2191 held out his hand as Leia wrote down the room number.

0317.

FN walked sheepishly through the halls. He tried to stay focused on the map he held in his hands and not on the looks he knew he was getting. Looks of disgust, looks of anger, occasional looks of sadness. As they saw him, he was just like Finn. A defected storm trooper.

Except for FN-2191, that wasn't exactly the case. But they didn't know that, and he planned on keeping it that way.

He had the room number 0317 circled on the map, though he had no idea how to get there. He just followed the turns and corridors to the best of his ability.

Turning around the final corner, FN came to what he believed-and what his hand told him- was Finn's room. Stoping at the threshold, he took a deep breath before knocking on the door.

Finn was startled from his trance by someone rapping on his door. Slowly, huffing and puffing, he pulled himself up and waddled to the door, his body stiff from being still for so long.

Rey, he thought. Just who he wanted to see. Oh, please be Rey.

Opening the door, Finn was disappointed and almost shocked to find FN-2191 on the other side.

They both stood there, mute, staring blankly at eachother. FN's clean white bandages contrast against dark hair, sticky with a bit of dried blood.

Though a smile crept its way across FN's face, the same was not done for Finn. He didn't know what to think, let alone say. But he didn't need to say anything, because FN beat him to it.

"Shooter," FN said.

Finn squirmed anxiously upon hearing his old nickname. He hadn't been called "Shooter" in a long time. He had garnered the name from his friends Nines and FN-2191, from being such a good shot. Too bad his talent was wasted on a stupid sanitation job.

"Red," Finn replied, reviving his friend's nickname aswell.

"Oh, my god it is you!" FN exclaimed, dropping his sack and throwing himself around Finn, slapping a hand heartily against his back. "Long time no see! How've you been?"

Finn winced in pain as his friend's hand hit his almost-healed and heavily scarred back.

"Injured," Finn said abruptly, referring to his back.

Sheepishly, FN retracted, his face pink in embarrassment. He wasn't used to showing so much affection for one person. He knew that he wasn't supposed to, either.

Part of the criteria for this mission was the ability to break bonds on a whim, and an easy way to do that was to not make any in the first place. That was a rule that FN made for himself, and he'd broken it already.

"I never thought I'd see you again," FN said.

"Same with you," Finn said back. "Why are you here?"

"I, uh, left," FN said. "Just like you. I wanted to join the other side."

"Well, welcome," Finn said with a gesture of his hand. It was the only not-rude thing he could think of to say.

"Thanks, man," FN replied, giving Finn a lighter pat on the shoulder. "Maybe you can intoduce me to some of your friends?"

"Yeah," Finn said unsurely, nodding slowly. "Maybe tomorrow."

"Alright then," FN exclaimed. "Guess I'll see you then?"

Finn nodded, slowly turning and rudely closing his door in FN's face.

He's changed, FN thought. Maybe he just needs to be alone for a while.

FN headed to his room. Upon entry, he was delighted to find an actual bed, dresser, closet and desk all to himself. A private room. What luxury!

But he had no time to bask in the hostility. It was almost nighttime.

He needed to set up communications.

He locked his for and threw his rucksack onto his bed and unzipped it. He was some grateful that his bag wasn't checked when he'd brought it in. Rummaging to the bottom, he pulled out one of the devices.

This one was the most secretive of them all. It was so small that it could fit in a jacket. It had a built in cloaking device so frequency waves couldn't be intercepted, and it had a radius of three star systems! There was no way the First Order could miss his transmissions with a device like that.

Setting the machine on his desk, FN started to attatch the many wires to it.

Crossing his fingers, he reached for the on/off switch. Flicking it on, machine lit up.

It worked! FN smiled devilishly. Keeping his fingers crossed, he grabbed the mic and pressed the transmit button.

"Test, test," he began. "General Hux, are you there?"

No reply.

"This is FN-2191. Do you copy?"

The line went static, then a voice came over.

"FN-2191, have you made it?" He heard the voice ask. The voice of the General. FN smiled.

"Yes, General," he replied. "I've suffered minor injuries-"

"Do you know anything?"

"No, not ye-"

"Radio back when you aquire some information," Hux barked. "This line cannot be held open for long periods. Messages must be brief."

"Yes General," FN obeyed.

"Radio back tomorrow. Out," Hux said, signing off just as quickly as he'd signed on.

FN sighed, flipping the machine off, the lights lingering for a moment. Well, atleast that works.

But their plan had only just begun. The worst had yet to come.

FN was making good progress, though neither he nor Hux really realized it. FN was getting to know someone. He was reviving his friendship with Finn, which could only harbour news and intelligence about Resistance plans.

FN felt bad for Finn, for the reason that he might be the Resistance's downfall. But that was only if FN could rekindle their friendship, which was thought to have died along with Finn's previous life as a storm trooper. And so long as FN could play the part of the innocent.

Finn wouldn't fall back that easily. Not when he had Rey and Poe to help him. Not when he had Rey and Poe relying on him.