Poe was generally worried about Finn, to the point it was almost a universal constant. But not right now, no. Right now, Poe was genuinely convinced his friend had gone off the deep end and needed to be wrapped in pillows and stored in a safe place for a least a week.

First there was the matter of the crystal, or as Poe called it, The Death Rock. As soon as Finn had touched it, he had levitated three feet in the air, glowed with a bright white light, then after Poe had asked the general for advice, collapsed on the sand. And now Finn was saying he wanted to find another Death Rock and give it to Rey. Oh, and something about Dagobah.

"Absolutely not." Poe said, wrapping a blanket around Finn's shoulders.

"But-" Finn interrupted.

"No. You are going to spend another week in the Medbay-" Poe continued

"But Poe, I-" Finn tried to shrug off the blanket.

"Rey is going to continue her training-" That blanket was staying on, dang it.

"Poe, please-"

"It's too dangerous!" Poe finally snapped. Didn't Finn get it? Didn't he understand how dangerous one-man space travel was right now? Didn't he understand how vital it was for the Resistance to have Jedi on their side again? Rey needed to train, and the Resistance needed Finn's help. Poe needed Finn's help. The First Order had taken a huge loss at Starkiller base, yes, but so had he Resistance. The galaxy was in chaos, and they needed more time to regroup before rushing off to fight again.

Finn looked at Poe, quietly taking off the blanket again. "Do you trust me?" he asked.

Poe blinked, not expecting that. "Yeah." Finn had saved him from the First Order, left everything he ever knew, and carried on his mission in his name. Of course he trusted him.

"Good. She had a message for you." Finn placed the blanket on a counter. "She wanted you to know: the Force doesn't just flow through Jedi and Crystals. She wants you to look to the blind monk, and look in the Dagobah System." He said, before Poe could stop him.

"Who do you mean, 'she'?" The pilo asked, confused.

"The Togruta woman I saw in my dream. She had two lightsabers, white lightsabers." Finn didn't know how he knew that last bit, or why he said it.

Poe tiled his head, thinking. His parents had been in the original rebellion, and the rebels had been his heroes growing up- especially the General Princess Leia Organa. That said, there had been so many Rebels, he didn't know of everyone. His parents and their friends, and the famous ones like Organa and the crew of Rogue One. But there had been very few Jedi to escape the purge, and if he remembered right, only one of them fit Finn's description.

"Ahsoka Tano?" he asked. Finn shrugged.

"Sure. Apparently, the Force isn't one for names"

Poe tried to think of any other reason Finn would know of her, but the First Order probably didn't teach their troopers Rebellion History. Except that Finn had said he had heard of Captain Solo before he had met him, as a war hero. But on the other hand, Finn hadn't known Tano's name. But how had Finn even had a Force vision? General Organa was known to have had them before, but she was from the Skywalker family. Finn probably wasn't, Poe reasoned. But… Poe did trust him.

"Alright." He sighed. "But I don't want you to go alone, kid, you're not a pilot."

Finn smiled. "I know I'm not. And don't worry, I'm going with Rey." He paused. "as soon as she gets here." He added.

"Rey? But she's with Master Skywalker, no one knows where." Ok, maybe The Death Rock had done something to the kids head after all.

"She'll be here. She told me." Finn said, back to his normal self, heading back outside.

"How did she tell you? On the comms?" a transmission that far, not likely.

"No, in the vision we shared. She was there."

"That's not how the Force works!" Poe was back to exasperation.

Finn shrugged. "How do you know?" he asked.

Several hours later, Morodè awoke. She blinked, before remembering where she was. She was half sitting, half sprawled on the bed in her cell. She checked outside, and saw one guard, almost out of sight, standing in a passageway to the left. From the dim lighting, she realized all the cells she could see were occupied. Two had sleeping, hopefully sleeping, forms on the cots, and in one a figure was standing. Looking at her. Morodè stared at the shadowy form. Whoever it was, they weren't very tall, and either had headtails or some sort of headdress on. They stared at each other for a while, before Morodè summoned the courage to wave.

The figure tilted its head, then waved back. Morodè's eyes were adjusting, she was pretty sure she was looking at a Twi'lek. She was wondering what to do next, but then the other prisoner spoke.

"Hello." The other said in basic, before looking around. "Where are we? And why?"

Morodè was about to answer, but the guard cut her off.

"Quiet!"

Morodè gave a large, exaggerated shrug. I don't know, she meant. The Twi'Lek nodded. The guard shifted audibly, turning to glare at them. At least, Morodè assumed the guard was glaring, it was hard to tell with the helmet. She heard a small thump to her right. The twi'lek turned to it, then spoke again.

"Hello."

Morode heard a stream of a very little voice speaking in a language she didn't know. The guard huffed again.

"Do you speak basic?" The other prisoner continued, looking very worried. The Twi'Lek took a step closer, pressing herself to the bars. Morodè was surprised to see that her clothing seemed based of an Intu design- a thick wrapped half shirt with a long sash over one shoulder and baggy pants with a similar sash attached to the front and around her waist.

"I said quiet." Repeated the guard. Morodè heard a whimper. She sighed, enough was enough. They weren't dead yet, so she was probably safe for now.

"What is going on?" Morodè asked the Twi'Lek. "Is there someone next to me?"

"Yes. A youngling." The guard moved in front of the Twi'Lek's cell, but she kept talking. "Child, do you know basic?"

"Yes. Where am I? where's my lawi?" the kid became louder, bursting into tears. Seeing that the other girl was arguing with the guard, Morodè tried to sooth him.

"Hey kid, its ok." She said louder, making sure he could hear her. "I'm in the room next to yours, its ok. Its ok. It will all be ok. Just breathe. Now, can you tell me who you are?"

The crying slowed, and she heard a few hiccups. "My name is Loken Al'Rae." He said, before beginning to cry again.

"Hello Loken. My name is Morode. Shh, its ok Lokar. We are going to be fine." She continued to repeat that, trying to calm him. She didn't know if it was working or not. She wasn't feeling calm.

The guard walked back to his beginning position, pulling out something. The Twi'Lek raised her voice. "Loken? It that your name?"

The boy let out a few more sobs, but then calmed back down. The Twi'lek continued, so Morodè guessed he had nodded.

"Ok Loken. My name is Antu. I don't know where we are, but we are going to be talking to some other people soon, ok? They might be able to help us, tell us why we are here. Sound good?"

Loken was quiet except for the occasional sigh, but Morodè's mind was whirling. Who was going to talk to them soon? Did she find this out from the guard? The very-not friendly guard? Maybe she meant who ever had kidnapped them was going to speak to them soon? That didn't sound like a good thing to her… she shuddered, remembering the creepy guys in black. She looked at Antu, and mouthed "Are you sure?"

The other girl gave her a quick shrug. She didn't know, but she wasn't going to tell the kid that. Morodè's guessed she hadn't seen the black cloaked people.

To the right of Antu's cell, A figure sat up in their bed. It appeared to be an old woman. She looked around, then met Morodè's eyes.

"What?" she croaked out.

"We don't know. We are waiting to find out." Morodè answered quickly.

Antu sat on her own cot and started messing with something on her ankle. "Another one awake?" she asked.

"Yes, on your right. What is your name, ma'am?" Morodè spoke. Who else would have? Loken wasn't in any state to and as far as she was aware, no one else was awake.

The old woman did not answer, just closed her eyes and leant back against the wall.

Well that was helpful.

Morodè sat back down on her own bed as well. Part of her was full of a buzzing fear. Part of her just wanted to sleep. All of her wanted to get out of here, but that was looking to being more and more impossible as time went on.

The guard snapped to attention.

The men in the cloaks where back.

And there was someone with them.

AN: yay! Poe pov and references galore! have a great weekend guys, please leave a comment please it fuels me more than killing parents fuels kylo ren.

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