Over the last five days, the three of them had really let loose and had a bit of fun. There was nothing else to do on the ship while they were travelling but to spend time with each other. They ate together, and Poe got to show off what little culinary mastery he could muster from the prepacked food. They played stupid card games and generally had a blast of a time. Poe felt that Finn really was the glue that was holding them together. He had seen how well he and Dara did on their own. It was good to have Finn with them this time so nothing could go astray. He liked to see his two friends getting on so well. Dara seemed to be picking up, her mood improving. He could still hear her crying in quiet times, but he understood that she needed to do that. He could be of a comfort to her by being her friend. She was eating well, she was sleeping okay, and she was getting on really well with both of the men.

On the sixth day, Finn shook Poe awake. He looked grim. It took Poe a second to register this. He wasn't the best person in the galaxy at waking up.

"What is it?" He rubbed sleep from his eyes and staggered upright, standing very close to Finn.

"It's Dara, man. She's in some sort of trance, or something, I can't get through to her, and your droid is freaking out." Poe was starting to wake up, and his mind was kicking into gear. He could feel the gradual deceleration of the ship from hyperspeed. Poe bolted for the door and ran up to the cockpit. As he ran through the common area, he spotted Dara kneeling on the ground, her back perfectly straight, gazing ahead into the distance. He didn't have time to stop and talk. He leapt into the pilot's seat in the cockpit and took the console. He had been right. The ship was coming out of hyperspeed. BB-8 twittered at him furiously.

"Yeah? Well then you should have gotten me! You know Finn doesn't understand you." Poe took manual control of the ship and slowed her down to get her into the right position. They entered the atmosphere just a little bit too fast. Things got bumpy, but he managed to keep control of their descent. Finn was staggering up beside him. He nearly fell into Poe's lap, which would have made flying the ship a bit difficult. When they broke through the cloud-cover, he had slowed down enough to make a safe landing.

The land was breathtakingly beautiful. Green verdant islands and cool blue ocean. The islands were rocky and steep outcroppings with jutting, steep cliffs. It was glorious. Poe instantly loved it. He was determined to remember this view forever. He gently set the ship down on the island that he had coordinates for. All things considered, it was a good landing. He sat back and released his pent up breath.

"Close one…" Poe rolled his neck and took a second to let the tension out of his body.

"Maybe you should go and see what's up with Dara. I'm worried about her." Poe nodded and got up, still reeling from everything that had happened since he had woken up. He made his way back into the passenger hold. Dara was still kneeling on the floor staring off into the distance. Her eyes were glazed over. She didn't even react when he waved his hand in front of her eyes. He felt a little strange. The air felt thick, he felt like his mind was moving slowly. He put a hand on her shoulder. He felt pressure keeping his hand from touching her, but he pushed through it. Upon contact, the weird atmosphere lifted. She looked up at him.

"He knows we're here. He's coming." Poe was going to automatically ask who, but his mind caught up. Luke Skywalker knew they were here. Poe didn't know anything about jedi besides the myths and bedtime storied about their powers. But he suspected that Dara was powerful. More powerful than he had even time to realise. He had literally just felt the power oozing from her.

"Are you okay? You don't look too happy?" She looked up at him with those big hazel eyes of hers.

"I'm nervous." she admitted. He was surprised she told him that. Maybe she was letting him in at long last.

"It'll be okay. I'll be here. And I can fly this ship, and if you need to get out, I can take you away from here. Now I'm not even gonna say I could kick your Uncle's ass, he could floor me, most likely. But I can fly shis real good." She gave him a smile. She looked as though she really appreciated it.

"Careful. I might just take you up on that."

They had about an hour to kill according to Dara. Poe wasn't even going to ask why she knew that. He instead had time to talk to Finn, who was also looking nervous. Poe was beginning to wonder if he should be feeling nervous? Everybody else was doing it. Stressing out like this just wasn't for him.

"You looking forward to seeing her?" Finn shrugged and just looked more nervous if that was possible. "She'll be really happy to see you, Finn. She was very worried about you when she had to go. It'll be fine. If she doesn't swoon and fall into your arms, then I will." Joking was always a good way to lighten the mood. He got a smile from Finn, but it didn't stick. His flirtation had never failed him before. He was starting to buy into the true gravity of the situation.

"What if she's angry that I followed her? What if she tells me to leave?"
"Then tell her I'm your ride and I have to stay with Dara." Finn didn't look reassured. "Look, from what I've seen of Rey, she's a really lovely person, and she cares about you. A good deal. You two will be a beautiful couple. You'll make us all sick. And jealous." Finn nodded. He really wasn't in a talkative mood. Poe couldn't understand why his assurances weren't working. He was great at this.

"They're here." Dara said as she stood, abruptly. Finn and Poe turned to look over at her at the same time. She was making her way towards the exit. Poe and Finn threw on their leather jackets. He was glad Finn had kept one of his. It really did suit him. They ran after the jedi, and waited with her as the ramp lowered. Stepping out, Poe saw Luke Skywalker for the first time. Bearded and silvered, he was still a looker. But he was exceptionally intimidating. With his face cast in shadow, he was solemn and stony faced. Poe thought he could see the glint of a metallic hand within those robes. He was standing in the presence of a legend. Now he felt nervous. Almost as nervous as the first time he met the General. Beside him stood the beautiful Rey. She looked surprised. When she saw Finn, a smile cracked her face that would have illuminated the darkest night. When Finn had touched the ground, Rey ran to him and threw her arms around him.

"I'm so happy you're okay!" BB-8 rolled down the ramp after them and twittered excitedly at its happiness at seeing Rey again. Poe was watching Dara closely as she made towards her uncle. She bowed her head a little when she stood before him.

"Master." she intoned, quietly. Luke was impossible to read.

"The Tempest has returned." Poe could see Dara physically flinch at that title. He didn't understand it. What did Luke mean by the Tempest. Luke put his arms around his niece and hugged her tightly. "I'm very sorry about your father. I felt his passing keenly. I was very fond of him." Dara stepped out of her uncle's embrace and turned to look at Rey.

"I've come to help her. To help. In general. Ren must be stopped. It is my duty to do this."

"Be careful, my niece, that you do not walk on the side of the darkness. Revenge belongs in the shadows." Poe could almost feel Dara bristling.

"I don't care what's light side and what's dark side of the force. I just care about what's the right thing to do. So we must train. Yes? I'll head to the dwelling." She walked off into the distance, leaving them all behind. Poe was worried about her. From what little he'd overheard there, maybe Dara was swaying towards the dark side of the force. Poe couldn't let that happen.