Star Wars Imagines, Preferences, and Ships

What I've Done: Pt. 2

I found them, the resistance. On a planet on the outer rim. Of course my sudden appearance didn't appeal to the majority of the group. But it was General Leia that came through and helped me. I had known her for a long time, but when Kylo took me with him, I never saw her again. That is, until then. Rey and Finn also contributed, since they knew I wasn't like the rest of them. Of course, Finn knew more than Rey. Other than Kylo, he was my only friend back in the First Order.

The rest of the base trusted me along with them. Mostly. Leia welcomed me again, even after all this time, and I owe her so much for it. She set me up with a job, a place to stay, and essentials like food and clothing. I've contributed to Finn's medical care as much as I could, as well as some basic training by Poe, both in and out of the ships.

I never deserved any of this. And it bugs me so badly how much I've messed up in the past. But the biggest mistake was letting myself be blinded by Kylo and the First Order. So many lives lost because of them, me. And all I did was stood there and watched.

The worst part was that I didn't care. I didn't do something about it. But I do now. I just hope it's enough.

I've done everything that I could to help bring down the power that used to control me. I'm an insider. Years being on the enemy side has left me no choice but to know everything that goes on, especially being alongside Kylo and Hux. And to the First Order, me being on the enemy's side is dangerous.

They'll be trying to kill me for sure.

But the Resistance has made sure to protect me. I don't know why, but they haven't let anyone touch me. I mostly expected to be handed over without hesitation. But that didn't happen. They promised it never would. I'm not sure I believe them.

But for now it will do. I just need to stay alive, contribute my cause, because even though a lot of them wouldn't like to admit it, I'm their best shot at winning this war.

I've been with the Resistance for a couple months. The progress has been slow, but we're stronger than we've ever been before. I train in the early hours of morning, then as the sun moves across the sky, I work in the medical bay. Then at night I help with ship repairs and patrol.

But every once in a while, there's no training, no work, nowhere I need to be, so I sit out in the hills a distance from the base, gazing at the sky. It's my favorite place to go when I need to think, or just need to relax.

Today was one of those lazy days. Nothing unusual, nothing extraordinary, perfectly peaceful. A beautiful day.

And then something shot across the sky, distorting the clouds and breaking the silence. I immediately sat up and watched the strange object as it crashed into the woods surrounding the base.

It looked like an escape pod from the First Order.

After it landed, I sprang up from my spot in the hills and ran off in the direction the pod crashed. I ran quickly, following the smell of smoke and fuel. I knew these woods like the back of my hand. A skill I picked up quickly upon my arrival: navigation. I maneuvered my way around trees and over rocks and roots until I arrived at the crash site.

The pod was First Order, like I had originally thought. It wasn't crushed, just dented and scratched, the windows shattered and smoke billowing out from inside. I hesitated when I saw the First Order insignia. My first instinct in a situation like this would be to search for survivors, but the pilot could be anyone.

But they were still people. So against my suspicion, I hurried over to the craft and inspected it.

"Hello?" I yelled. "Is anyone in there?" In response, I heard a rustling inside the smoking pod. I searched the craft, finding the door, using a piece of debris to pry open the entrance hatch. A cloud of smoke blew straight in my face, sending me into a coughing fit.

I waved the smoke away, seeing the silhouette of a person inside. I reached down and grabbed them, pulling them up out of the pod completely. It wasn't until then that I saw their face.

I gasped, jumping back. "Ben?"

He slowly turned around at the sound of his name. "Y/n?"

"What are you doing here?"

"The pull to the light."

I raised an eyebrow. "And you expect me to believe that?"

"No, but you have to trust me." Unbelievable!

"Don't you remember what happened the last time I did?"

He sighed. "I'm sorry that I hurt you-"

"That's an understatement." I cut him off. "You manipulated me, crushed me, broke my heart, and you expect me to just trust you?" I was growing angry.

And for once, he wasn't. It was a little unnerving. But he was in pain, and a lot of it. It wasn't hard to tell. I guess that's what happens when you crash land a pod.

"Please. I need help." He begged.

"Why? You never needed it before."

Then he moved over the black cloak that was covering him. Underneath was a large gash, covered with a terrible job of bandages. I covered my mouth in shock.

"I'm dying." I was paralyzed. The one that I loved, still love, is dying. I can see it. And it terrifies me. Not long after those words left his mouth, Ben stumbled, and I knew he was going to fall, so I raced over to him and caught him, holding him upright.

"Let's get you to the base." I said as I put his arm around my shoulder, guiding ourselves to the base. Working in the medical field has taught me some things, and I know he really is dying. That wound is large and deep, not to mention fresh, and will easily get infected if not treated. He also is at risk of blood loss. If I left to grab supplies and back, it would be too late to stop it.

I'm breaking rule #1: don't show the base to the enemy. But there might be an ounce of forgiveness in Leia. He is her son after all. But the downside, Ben is heavy. It won't be long before I can't help him anymore. Hopefully I can get another hand.

When we reach the base, I see Poe and BB-8 working on his fighter jet. BB-8 spots us and starts freaking out, alerting Poe in our direction.

He runs while BB-8 rolls over to us. "What's going on?" He asks.

"He's hurt, badly." I said.

BB-8 started making a lot of beeping noises. I sighed, understanding him.

"Yes, this is Kylo Ren."

Poe stopped cold. "That's Kylo Ren?" I nodded. "Why the hell would you bring him here?"

"He came to us. He's dying, Poe. I can't just sit there and watch him die right in front of me."

"How did he find us?"

"Does it matter?! Aren't we supposed to be helping people?"

"Yes, but not when it's the enemy."

"He was never the enemy! He just followed orders from Snoke, he was a pawn! He was convinced he had no choice. And I'm going to help him with or without you, because that's what we do."

Poe was a little dumbfounded by my sudden outburst. But I don't usually do that. I never really have had to raise my voice. Back in the First Order it was highly inappropriate.

"Give me his other arm." Poe ordered.

"Really?"

"Like you said, he was never really the enemy." Poe took Kylo's other arm and we both dragged him back to the base.

There's part 2! I wasn't sure if I was going to continue it or not, but this idea came up and I had to write it. Part 3 coming soon! Hope you like it❤️