AN- Thoughts will be italicized, Your thoughts will be bold. HAPPY READING, MY DUCKLINGS.CAMEO APPEARANCE BY MY SISTER IN HONOR OF HER PASSING PS-IF YOU WANNA BE A STORM TROOPER IN MY STORY, GIMME YO FIRST INITAL OF YO FIRST NAME, YO FIRST INITIAL OF YO LAST NAME, AND THE MONTH AND DAY OF YO BIRTH.(Oh, and a name)
My father taught me many things growing up. One of those things was that an object in motion will stay in motion, and an object at rest will stay at rest, unless either is acted upon by an outside force. I may have been in Physics lessons, but I realized that people are the same way- we either keep moving up, pushing forward, or we stay in the same place, bored out our minds until an outside force comes along and changes everything. Who knew that my "outside force" would be something as simple as a rescue mission into the Starkiller Base?
(First Name) (Last Name) was breaking curfew again. While sneaking around after hours on the Resistance base, her (Long/Short, Hair Color) hair was tucked under a hat, and her (Eye Color) eyes were scanning the dimly lit hallways. Her thin, yet slightly curvy body was pressed flat against the wall, in order to stay as far out of the range of the security cams as possible.
If I get caught doing this, Leia will kill me... best not get caught, then.
Tip toe-ing past General Leia Organa's room, the twenty year old major paused at the locked door of her general's office. She pulled out a piece of paper with a string of numbers on it, and punched them into the keypad beside the metal door. With a quiet *whoosh*, the door opened, and (Name) bolted inside.
"Now where are those stupid battle plans Organa had me write up..." the (tol, average, smoll) woman whispered to herself, pulling open various filling cabinets full of important documents.
When she had found the documents she was looking for, (Name) pulled out a camera and snapped photographs of the various documents. Smirking, the Resistance member put the camera back in her pocket.
"They'll never know what hit them."
*TIME SKIP*
"Hey Fly-Boy! What's up!?" (Name) asked her friend, taking a bite out of a piece of bread.
Poe Daemeron scoffed, rolling his eyes, but taking note of the dark circles under his friend's eyes.
She must be having nightmares again. I should talk to Leia about that.
"Finn got stuck on Jakku again, and Leia's sending me after him. That scruffy looking nerf herder can't land an X-Wing to save his life!" he groaned, running a hand through his dark brown hair.
"Yes, well, that 'scruffy looking nerf herder' is your boyfriend, Poe Daemeron. Be nice to him, because with the size of your ego, no one else would even consider dating you!"(AN- I SHIP THEM SO HARD, THAT IT'S BECOME A LUXURY CRUISE SHIP. ANYBODY WANNA JOIN ME?!?)
"Major (Last Name)!" Poe gasped, clutching his chest dramatically, "I am hurt beyond repair!"
(Name) was about to make a smart remark when her pager went off.
"Major, General Organa would like to see you in her office immediately."
(Name)'s eyes widened for a minute, but she kept her voice level as she answered that she would be there in a minute.
"See ya around, Fly-Boy." I hope.
"You too, (Embarrassing Nickname)." Poe whispered, grinning
"HEY! I heard that, Daemeron!"
*WALKING DOWN DAT DERR HALLWAY*
The hallway was entirely silent except for the click-clack of (Name)'s uniform boots, which worried the girl. The hallway that Leia's office was on was one of the main hallways, yet there was no one in sight, there was no noise, and silence on a military base was not a good thing at all.
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Fanfiction"The Devil can't love, (Name). It's not possible. If it was, he wouldn't be a general now, would he?" "But he does love, EM-0713. I can feel it." Major (First Name) (Last Name) was your average member of the Resistance- she followed orders, was gene...
