When you hit a wall, what is left?

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16 days

It had been 16 days since the Resistance had last heard back from Poe's squad.

There was worry, pain, and fear filling Finn's mind and heart. He didn't  know what to do with so many excruciatingly hurtful feelings.

He missed Poe, he really did. It felt like every second that passed without him was another needle pricking at his heart.

Finn cried sometimes too. His heart aching with the need to see him, to the point that his eyes just couldn't do anything but overflow with tears spilling over his cheeks.

Constant replays of Poe's smiling, laughing, blushing, elated expressions running through his mind.

He didn't know what else to do but wait.

Wait for Poe to come back. Back to him.

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Poe and his team left.

Their ship's taking off into the night sky as they proceeded to their mission coordinates.

Once they arrived at their location, Poe described their surrounding's.

Only for their communicator's to go offline though.

It wasn't more than 30 minutes when they came back on. Sounds of other spaceships shooting at them, going off in the background. Quick explanation's of their situation coming from all 3 pilot's, scrambling and overlapping each other's word's.

Until Poe spoke above all of them, telling them to focus on the enemy's chasing them rather than speaking. All of the pilot's quickly quieting down, their rushed breath's and occasional order's sounding through Poe's small explanation and plan of action.

Their coordinates had been a trap set by the First order. A group of bounty hunter's were waiting for them in secret. The coordinates intercepted being something done on purpose to make sure that it go to the Resistance base.

General Organa held a stern expression at the situation.

Poe's hard breath's sounded through as he suddenly ordered his other squad pilot's to scatter while he distract's the bounty hunter's.

"Don't do it, it's suicide!" Organa said.

"There's no other way general, I can't lose a soldier." Poe responded.

"I'm the leader of this squadron and I'm not about to lose someone over my mistakes." He said as the hunters' shots seemed louder, closer.

"This is an order Dameron, we can't lose you." Organa said anxiously.

"Just as much as I can't lose a pilot...." Poe clicked his tongue. " They're closing in, the other pilot's comms. went dark, I think they have a jammer. I might not have time." He finished as if he was talking to himself.

"I promise i'll return safely with my squad. So have a back-up team ready to send out as soon as I can send some coordinates." Poe said. 

An explosion sounded off close in the background.

"Poe don't." Organa was caught off by the receiver to Poe's communicator abruptly shutting off.

"General, they've gone dark. We can't reach them." A person operating a broadcasting station said aloud.

".........Work from the coordinates given through the intercepted light message and try to track the route of Poe's team. As for everyone else." She faced the crowd in the room. "Continue with your regular duties, I will have some of you report to me later. I will do my utmost best to solve this situation, so please do not worry yourselves and continue with your regular scheduled duties." Organa ordered.

Everyone slowly shuffled out of the broadcasting bay after that. Aimlessly walking back to their station's, wild thoughts of "what if's" and thing's of the like running through their mind's.

Finn himself returned to his room to question the recent event's himself.

And the pounding question of whether or not Poe will actually come back.

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