Flying Through the Flames || Poe Dameron [The Force Awakens + the Last Jedi]

Until It Wasn't

Everything was fine.

The atmosphere near Jakku was clear, beautiful, even. Millions of stars stretched around me, a reminder of how much I missed flying outside planets: I hadn't been off D'Qar properly in weeks. I missed flying with my best friend most of all.

Everything was completely fine.

Things seemed so peaceful for a while as I approached the sandy planet a little way ahead of me. I felt like I could breathe, with so much distance between me and D'Qar.

I almost didn't want to go back.

The second that the thought escaped my subconscious, ice shot up my spine and the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end.

I didn't mean that.

I couldn't.

My insides twisted into a knot as I realised, despite fighting it, that thought was partially true. Being away, at least for a little while, brought me a sense of comfort. That meant being away from Leia, who knew me so deeply and yet expected me to harness a power inside of me that only caused havoc and destruction in my life.

That meant being away from Poe...

I shook my head. I had to go back.

I was going back.

All I had to do was snag the last piece of the map from Lor San Tekka, and deliver it to Leia. She could do with it what she wished. Maybe she would end up sending Poe to retrieve Master Luke.

Everything was fine until it wasn't.

Suddenly, the hum of a much larger ship engine was heard over my own thoughts.

My heart constricted when the glaring red lights of a spacecraft came over me, through the scuffed glass of my x-wing.

"Oh no--" I hissed, violently slamming my palm into the accelerator, only to have it jam, and wouldn't budge, as though the machine had no power. "No, no!"

Quickly, I reached for the intercom switch in an attempt to contact with the Resistance but I hesitated, my arm stopped short. I couldn't risk the First Order tracking that signal, but now there was no way to tell General Organa or Poe that I was captured.

My ship was moving, being pulled backwards by something powerful and continued steadily in that direction despite my efforts to make it do the opposite.

Who would want to lock onto an x-wing and drag it in? The First Order would.

Kylo Ren would, that was for sure. 

I couldn't afford to let the suffocating fear fill my throat as countless possibilities flew through my mind. I looked around for any weapons I could use.

There was no use struggling whilst inside the cockpit anyhow: I was trapped, but that didn't mean I was done fighting. My palm found my blaster by my feet and the corner of my mouth twitched. Whoever was trying to catch me was in for a surprise.

A/N: I know this chapter is super short but it's just the way it worked out. The next one is a normal length.

Let me know what you think!

- TAAF_