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BUT. IF SOMEONE WRITES IT INTO A REVIEW AGAIN WITHOUT WRITING ANYTHING RELEVANT ABOUT THE STORY, I REALLY DON'T KNOW WHAT I WILL DO...
INCREDIBLY RUDE TO THE WRITER AND READERS ASWELL !
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- HELLO THERE - :)
Since I literally love enemies to lovers stuff, I feel the need to write a Dameron/Holdo fanfic!
Well, originally they have enough fuel for only eight hours, but in this story it will be a bit longer with Holdo as the leader of Raddus.
I'll try to be true to the movie, but I'll change things for the sake of the story!
And... in this scenario, Holdo has other reasons to keep secrets than just to annoy Dameron.
Aaand yes. I'm romantic, it's romantic. Sorry, guys. :D
Love you all! ^^
The sudden attack on the Raddus was followed by a heavy silence that fell over the entire crew. A silence so deep that no one dared to break it. They sat side by side, waiting for someone to come in. Someone to tell what happens next. Tell how big the problem was. They did not know it, just felt it in their bones. They needed to know so they could breathe again.
Commander D'Acy was the one who stepped forward. Her face was even paler than usual.
"General Organa, Leia, is unconscious," she began, "but recovering. That's the only good news I have"
A cold numbness ran down Poe's spine. Some of them were shuffling nervously.
"Admiral Ackbar, all our leadership, they're gone. Leia was the sole survivor on the bridge" she took a deep breath before continued. "If she were here, she'd say save your sorrow for after the fight"
Yes, something they've had to choke themselves up about many times. Too many times. Yet she was right. They were wasting too much time even at this moment.
"To that end, the chain of command is clear as to who should take her place. Vice Admiral Holdo of the cruiser Ninka"
Poe snapped his head up. Vice Admiral Holdo. He'd heard of him, and of course he'd heard of his actions. He'd never seen the man, but his presence filled him with a strange hope, what was tiny but it was, at least. His eyes were still searching for him when a tall, slender woman stepped into the middle of the room. Her long dress followed the contours of her body. Her hair hung in purple curls, her skinny face was hard, reflecting the pain they all felt. But when she finally spoke, something sparkled in her eyes.
"Thank you, Commender" she said. Her voice was soft, almost kind. Poe furrowed his brows.
"Four hundred of us on three ships. We're the very last of the Resistance"
"Four hundred? That's it?" heard Poe from the rest of the room.
"But we're not alone. In every corner of the galaxy, the downtrodden and oppressed know our symbol, and they put their hope in it. We are the spark that will light the fire that will restore the Republic. That spark, this Resistance, must survive. That is our mission"
The man pondered. Leia. She reminded him of her. Her words. Then her face hardened, as she glanced around at all the people present.
"Now, to your stations. And… May the Force be with us"
Poe was surprised by the last words. He looked at her in disbelief as he leaned over to the pilot sitting next to him.
"That's Admiral Holdo? Battle of Chyron Belt Admiral Holdo?"
The alien snorted something in response.
"Not what I expected" he raised his eyebrows. But what does it matter now? Snoke's ship is up their asses and they'll all be dead in a few hours, barring a miracle. They're running out of fuel. The Admiral must know. He was right beside her.
"Vice Admiral?" he said to the woman's back, who hurried to the holomaps with Commander D'Acy. "Commander Dameron."
The admiral did not pay any attention.
"With our current fuel consumption, there's a very limited amount of time that we can stay out of range of those Star Destroyers"
"Very kind of you to make me aware," she said in a monotone voice, her eyes never leaving the map, then turned to D'Acy. "Let's get me those fuel projections"
Poe went on anyway. "And we need to shake'em before we can find a new base, so, what's our plan?"
The admiral finally looked at him. It was just then, when Poe saw the dazzling blue of her eyes. How concentrated and penetrating is was. Her lips were thin, yet shapely. Her elegant eyebrows now rose slightly on her forehead.
"Our plan, Captain?" she asked. "Not commander, right? Wasn't it Leia's last official act to demote you… for your dreadnought plan…" she said, then added coolly, " where we lost our entire bombing fleet"
Then she turned on her heel and walked on. Poe was shocked, but hid it. He was not happy at all that she knew about his demotion. This made everything more difficult. But he could not let her go anyway.
He suddenly stepped in front of her, blocking her path. Poe saw her shoulders rise as she sighed deeply in annoyance.
"Captain." "Commander." You can call me whatever you like. I just wanna know what's going on"
To his surprise, her lips curled into a smile. Dimples appeared on both sides of her face.
"Of course you do. I understand" she said, with a knowing look.
Poe's shoulders slumped slightly. Fine, they finally understand each other. Then, to his next surprise, she leaned closer to him. Their noses almost touched.
"I've dealt with plenty of trigger-happy flyboys like you" she said in a sweet voice. Poe looked puzzled. "You're impulsive" the admiral purred into his face, eyes shining. "Dangerous. And the last thing we need right now. So stick to your post and follow my orders"
That was all, before she left and chose to ignore him.
Oh, how much she'd dealt with this type before. Amilyn Holdo has had more than one man like this in her life, for longer or shorter periods. She literally loved to live, but she always knew when to put her own needs on the back burner so that nothing could distract her from her mission. She had to remain cool and rational when life called for it. She couldn't do anything silly as a Captain, a Commander, and especially not as an Admiral. But the so-called flyboys did it for her. They burned so high, they could warm Amilyn up when she just needed it. Sometimes they burned her aswell.
This Captain looked no different - the closer she looked. The same strong cheekbones and jawline, the couple of days' stubble - which personally gave her a fever when it brushed across her face... or between her thighs - dark, instinctive eyes. He would definitely have been her type a few years ago - she concluded.
But the well-known fight was on again and she was never again allowed to focus on anything but this one goal: keeping the Resistance alive.
Meanwhile Poe Dameron didn't know whether to cry or laugh. All at once, nervousness smashed into his head. They're fighting for their lives, and this woman seems to have slammed the door in his face.
He didn't know whether it was the way she talked about him that made him angrier, or the fact that he had no idea what she was planning to do. She made some good manoeuvres in her life, but surely she knew that much? Their life was at stake. And that... that Admiral pretty much sent him out of the room.
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Hours passed and Poe paced the ship like a caged beast. Why the hell did they have to demote him, why the hell can't he hear what the hell is going on inside? Flyboy! He could strangle Holdo! He may be hot-headed, may be impulsive, get in an X-wing and shoot, but it works! Goddamn, it works! If Leia was here...
"Maybe we need more faith" Finn tried as they headed for the hangar and saw his friend's face grow redder with every moment.
"In the Force or the Spark?" Poe snapped back.
"At least in that she is Vice Admiral for some reason. She must know something"
"So why doesn't she tell us? Everyone has the right to know, everyone on this damn Cruiser!"
Finn suddenly grabbed him by the arm and pulled him into a side corridor where no one was around.
"She's a strange chick indeed, but that's not the point. Listen, with Rose... the girl that... the point is, we have a plan. Surely you'd be interested"
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Amilyn Holdo stifled a yawn, while the computer in front of her loaded the requested files. She didn't admit it even to herself, but she was exhausted. She managed actions from Ninka, on several different systems, one after the other. She tried to help the other rebel ships, then they were located and the First Order was on their tail as an instant. As long as the shield lasted, they saved what they just could and after their fighters returned to the hangar, they jumped to the speed of light. Later, God knows how long it took them to repair the damaged systems, but suddenly a Star Destroyer reappeared in front of them, its cannons immediately firing on the Ninka. The evacuation of the crew began immediately and she just hoped they wouldn't be shot down one by one as they fled.
Amilyn Holdo, if she had a blaster to her temple, could not have told how much time had just passed. Deep down she felt, it had to be more rotations, as her brain grew duller. With the adrenaline gone, she felt like she was about to swoon.
When they finally arrived on board the Raddus, she realised that the real work was yet to come. Most of the leaders were dead and Leia was unconscious. She shuddered at the thought that she was the only one left to take the place of the leader. She had no idea if she was the right person for this. Amilyn always considered herself a great strategist, but not necessarily the one who pours souls into hundreds of people. And the Raddus Cruiser was much bigger than the Ninka. But nobody else left, and she had never backed down from anything for the sake of a few doubts.
"These data are no longer relevant. Isn't there anything more recent?" she asked, her eyebrows furrowed. The girl next to her, with her hair pinned up in two odd buns, shook her head slowly. Holdo sighed. She cannot work with data left over from previous rotations when seconds count.
She turned on her heel and headed for the map room. On either side of the corridor, some soldiers sat on the floor, with their heads between their knees, asleep. They were from the Ninka and had not been given cabins yet, there was no time for that. Amilyn secretly envied them that they could rest, and if only for a few hours, they didn't have that heavy weight on their shoulders. She hurried along the corridor and rubbed her eyes, which were literally burning.
"Vice Admiral Holdo" she heard her name from behind. She wondered for a second where the voice sounded familiar.
Oh, got it.
"Flyboy" she moaned mostly to herself, even though by this time the mentioned man had already been face to face with her. "Get out of my way," she said as sidestepped and continued on her way. The man, to her dismay, followed.
"Stop calling me that"
"You said I'll call you whatever I want," she said, and she was right.
Poe growled something under his breath, then sped up to keep pace with her. "As for the plan," he began, "I think I've got-"
"Vice Admiral Holdo," a man interjected and she immediately turned to him. "We've reconstructed the damaged map sections you requested"
"Thank you, Commander" she said and nodded him to go. Finally some good news – she thought. At least with this they can move forward. They needed to find that base.
"So Captain" she turned back to Poe, but suddenly got dizzy. It was only a moment, she was sure he hadn't even noticed. She blinked and took a quick deep breath to steady herself on her feet again.
"... but we can only get it there ... to allow ... a single ship"
But something was wrong. She could see his mouth moving, but could not hear most of his words. As if a shell had descended on her, she could only hear her own breathing.
"... fresh imperial code ... Admiral!"
It was all dull and distant. Her heart beat faster. She dug her nails into the flesh of her palms. Hopefully the pain would bring her to her senses again. What was happening?
"Vice Admiral Holdo" she heard the man crystal clear this time. The Captain stepped quite close to her and stood impatiently from one foot to the other. "Would you at least respond?"
Amilyn's heart was pounding in her throat. She swallowed. She had to leave.
"Speak next time, when I ask, Captain" she tried to keep her voice steady. "If you'll excuse me"
As he watched her walk away, he was absolutely certain of two things.
One: the Vice Admiral had not listened to a word he said.
Two: she really didn't need to know about their plan anyway.
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Poe Dameron watched from afar as Holdo stood in front of the holomap, studying the same system for minutes. Her eyes narrowed. The Admiral's whole appearance was concerted and still. She folded her arms across her chest and Poe could almost hear her mind racing.
The droid, which had previously served Leia alongside C-3PO, rolled up to her slowly. It's programming states that until the General is fully recovered, it must automatically follow Holdo.
"Is there something I can do for you, Vice Admiral?" the monotone machine voice buzzed. Amilyn didn't even blink. Her voice sounded almost as lifeless as the droid's.
"Bring me something to keep me awake"
"Do you want HT34 or HT35?"
"In that order, thank you"
Poe rubbed his forehead. He didn't like sitting still – to be honest, he was genetically incapable of it - but now he felt there was nothing he could do. He ran into a dead end.
"Hey, Poe" he heard his name as a whisper and turned towards the weak voice. Rose waved to him from the distance and disappeared down the hall. He sighed heavily. So they're leaving finally. Good luck, Buddy!
They were the only ones he could trust now. Although there were deadly pitfalls in every single part of their plan, at this point they could not afford the luxury of thinking about failure. They had to succeed. For if they failed, the rebellion was over.