Star Wars Imagines

That's An Order - Hera Syndulla X Reader

 'Attack!’

  The first thing that runs through your mind as a blaring alarm jolts you awake. Not the clock that sits by your bunk, of course, but the ship’s alarm system. It’s repetitive and urgent, practically screaming at the sleeping pilots, command crew, and soldiers to get the kriff out of bed.

 You’re on your feet in a split-second, throwing your pilot’s jumpsuit over your sleep shirt and shorts. You pull on your gloves that rest on the nightstand next to your clock, and throwing your pillows apart to get to the blaster tucked inside. You spin it around your finger before fastening it into the utility belt of the suit. Finally, you grab your helmet, fasten it on your head, and run out of your quarters into the frantic crowd in the hall.

 You follow the stream of pilots and soldiers down the corridor to the main hangar, where they release like fish going from a small stream to an ocean.

 You spot your Y-Wing in the crowd, the bomber in pristine condition thanks to your extensive cleaning of its exterior and inner workings.

 A smooth, beautiful voice delays you from jumping into the cushioned pilot’s seat. A voice you love hearing, a voice that releases a warm feeling in your chest, a soothing voice, one that could only belong to Captain Hera Syndulla.

 "(Y/N)!“

 You turn around, grinning at the captain. Your hands fight nervously at your sides.

Kriff kriff kriff kriff don’t say anything stupid kriff-

"Hey…”

Then she does something you never would’ve expected, never would'vedreamed of.

 She kisses you, her hand finding yours and squeezing. You feel her fingers caress your cheek, her lips smooth against yours, just like the voice that is spoken from them.

 She pulls back. “….be careful out there.”

 "You too, uh, Hera,“ you stutter.  

 The ships shakes with the impact of blasterfire, and you know that unfortunately it’s time to go into the hellhole of space.

 "You better be right here when I get back,” she says, making her way to her ship.

 "Yes, ma'am!“

 Then you climb into the cockpit of the Y-Wing, flipping switches rapidly, Hera’s warmth still on your lips and the promise of seeing her on your mind, making a huge grin spread across your face. You lift off, looping around TIEs and Imp shuttles with screams of blasterfire from your guns.

 Your orders come into the comm now, since there was no time for a briefing mid-attack. "Phoenix Nine! Take out the hyperdrive!”

 Guess you’re taking out the hyperdrive.

 You dive away from your current Imperial prey, going straight for the hyperdrive of the ‘Destroyer.

  A grand total of six TIEs flank you.Shit.

  You can’t use your bombs, you only have two that you need for the hyperdrive. They begin closing in, and you get the sinking feeling your going to die in the void of space. You’re letting the rebellion down. You’re letting Heradown. You won’t see her again.

  You shake your head. You have to push through. Nobody in this damn rebellion goes down with out a fight. You’re no first.

 You only have a chance to take down one before a massive cargo freighter roars with screaming blasterfire overhead. The Ghost. Hera.

 "I said-“ Hera grunts, her ship taking out three more TIEs. "I need you alive.”

 "Sorry, Captain,“ you smirk to yourself.

 Then your fighter returns to its course, dropping bombs over the hyperdrive. It shutters with electricity, and the fleet watches it retreat, the imperious energy turned ragged.

_____

 As soon as you exit your ship, Hera is waiting. She hugs you close, then kisses you softly again.

 "I’m here, captain,” you say.

 "I’m glad, (L/N). Can’t have our pilots disobeying orders…“