Finn had been right. General Organa, being Force-sensitive, had confirmed what he had explained. She could sense the battle raging aboard the Millennium Falcon. Immediately, the general began organizing a rescue mission and developing a plan . . . which involved leaving Finn behind.

Finn had felt useless too many times in his life. Back in the First Order, he had been "Soapy," even to his squadron. Even to the other sanitation troopers. The nickname had come from an infamous incident involving a bucket of soap that had happened to fall on Phasma's head. Ever since, the joke had been, "Oh, don't give it to Soapy. Phasma doesn't need her helmet cleaned today." So, although Finn had been a sanitation trooper, he wasn't really. He just swept up after everybody else.

There were plenty of other incidences. Finn just couldn't remember them right now.

After a few hours of watching the hustle and bustle, a nurse came by and gave Finn a quick checkup. She declared that, amazingly enough, Finn was ready to start walking again. Almost immediately, Finn was up and doing what he could to help. Most people told him to go back to his bed. He directed them back to the nurse. Within ten minutes, Finn was given the title of Retriever. If someone needed something or someone, they called Finn over. Because of this, Finn got a pretty good briefing of the mission.

Apparently, the First Order's new base was housed on an Outer Rim planet called Geonosis, which had been a pivotal planet in the Clone Wars. It was extremely desolate, its former bug-like inhabitants having vacated the desert planet in favor of Tatooine when the Empire rose. It wasn't too far from D'Qar, which made it an interesting choice. They obviously had to have some hidden weapon, being in the direct sight line of the Resistance Base. Some people thought they should move the base, but the motion was outvoted in the end.

Poe was chosen to lead the mission with four others. Finn approached him after a meeting, and with a little begging, Finn was on the ship. Secretly, of course. He wasn't really sure why he wanted to go. He wouldn't really be able to do anything without revealing himself, and then he'd be in trouble. Maybe he just wanted to be one of the first people Rey saw when she got back. Though he'd deny it if anyone asked, he really, really liked her. Well, maybe if Rey herself asked, he wouldn't deny it. He wasn't really sure.

The way there was uneventful. The rescue pilots flew in in a commandeered First Order supply ship, preparing to commit a sort of hit-and-run operation - if anyone saw what they were doing, kill them before they could sound an alarm, and move on. Finn was stashed under the floor in crew quarters. It reminded him of the Millennium Falcon, which was now in the First Order's new base. Finn sighed and hoped that they could get in quickly. It was cramped under there, and thinking of the Falcon reminded him of Han Solo.

Before long (thankfully), he heard voices and blaster fire. Had they already gotten Rey out of there? It had only been, what? Twenty minutes?

"Hey, Finn." Poe lifted the floor panel off of Finn's hiding place. "We're on the move now. There's someone you might want to talk to."

Finn jumped out of his hole as Poe backed away. "What do you mean? Is Rey here?"

Poe winced. "Well . . . not exactly, buddy. We have a couple people who might know where-"

"Take me to them."

sorry for short chapter! this seemed like a good place to end :P