Tate Verlice had almost gotten kicked out of flight school twice. Keyword: Almost. With her luck, she was able to join the Resistance fighters and even come as close to becoming Poe Dameron's right hand woman.
But war is nasty, and what happens when...
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The familiar chords of the wedding music played, and Tate knew it was her queue. Her off-white dress flowed, dragging on top of the carpet as Hazer led her daughter down the aisle. She passed Finn, Rose, her mother, Rey, Ben, everybody who she wished to be there. A part of her ached for the empty chair they left for the ghost of Luke and Leia. She took Poe's hand, biting her bottom lip in excitement as they exchanged vows.
"Do you take Poe Dameron to be your lawfully wedded husband? In sickness, health, to honor him, to love him, to comfort him, as long as you two shall live?" The notary asked.
"I do."
"Do you, Poe Dameron, take Tate verlice to be you-"
"I do."
"You may kiss the bride."
"C'mere, Star-boy." Tate grinned, cupping his cheeks and taking him in for a kiss. Cheers erupted around them, and the two pulled away for air. "Hi... Mr. Dameron."
