A young bronze haired pilot gripped the controls of his rebel fighter tighter than he had ever gripped them before. He had been flying for a few years now, but he had recently changed squadrons and he was eager to prove himself to his new one. He had left Sun Squadron for Dusk Squadron and had only been with them a few mission. But, this one he had eagerly volunteered for when a member of his former squadron named Thorn had come to request his help. He had been one of the first to volunteer and he had been selected to head down to the surface with one other pilot to escort a slightly bigger ship full of medical supplies.
"Squadron seven, do you copy," called a voice over his comm.
The man flipped a switch. "Squadron seven standing by. But, honestly Jax, do we really have to call ourselves by our 'Squadron names?' We've known each other for forever and no one else can hear us unless we let them."
"Come on, Xander! I was trying to give us some sophistication," complained Jax.
A huge grin showed on Xander's face. "Us? Sophisticated? Oh, and by the way, the First Order isn't trying to kill us," joked Xander as he loudly banged on the side of his ship.
There was a few minutes of silence before Jax circled his ship around. "Hey, Xander, do you see that," he asked, his comm started to jam.
Xander angled his gaze outside and saw smoke coming from all over. However, that wasn't what had pulled Xander's main attention. when he looked down he saw what appeared to be a man laying on the sand. He was unmoving and it didn't take Xander long to realize that that had to be Poe.
"I'm going down," he announced to Jax before he switched the comm so that the medical transport can hear them. "I've located a body at 52 degrees latitude and 78 degrees longitude. Follow my lead, Spector Seven out."
Xander angled his ship before he sailed down gingerly, billowing the sand around him. He set down the ship before he felt it shift and panic set in.
"Uh oh," grunted Xander before he quickly threw off of his ship and leaped out of it, landing a few paces away from his ship. His body jolted with a thud before he looked back and let out a small squeak of shock and grief as he saw his ship that he had had for nearly two years start to sink into the sand.
Xander rose to his feet and let out a grunt. "Damnit!"
His thoughts finally focused on why he was actually there. He bounded over to Poe's limp body and prayed that he didn't step into any of the sinkholes that had claimed his ship. He kneeled down besides Poe and he grasped his shoulder, pulling him over onto his back so that he could get a good look at him.
Sure enough, Poe had numerous burns and scratches along his hands, neck, and arms. There were other patches of burns probably under Poe's clothes, but that wasn't for Xander to decide. He stretched out a hand and pressed it against Poe's neck to try and find a pulse. It was there, but it was faint.
"Out of our way," snapped a middle age women as she darted forward. She pushed Xander aside and he stumbled backwards, kicking up sand in the process.
Another man joined the women's side as he produced a stretcher. They started to load Poe onto it before the women spiraled around and pointed at Xander.
"You, what is your name," she snapped as she started to pick up half of the stretcher while her partner picked up the other side and started to rush back to their ship.
Considering that Xander didn't have a ship anymore and Jax was flying overhead, so Xander forced himself to follow her.
"Uh, Spector Seven," he replied as he headed into the room, struggling to find a place to actually sit down when all of them were actually in there. Luckily, the man had to actually steer the ship, so Xander found room to actually sit.
The women shot him a sideways glance, starting to rip off Poe's shirt. "Okay, this may be a tough concept for you, but I actually want your name. I'll go first. My name is Jemina Clair. And your name is-"
"Xander Mark," Xander replied slowly. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Jemina."
She nodded before she looked down to Poe before she grabbed a bag of saline and grabbed a needle. "Do you know him?" Xander gave a small nod. "Anything that I need to know? Allergies? Medical condition? Medications?"
There was a look of shock on Xander's face. Sure, he knew Poe and he thought they were okay friends, but he didn't even know these sort of answers about his own mother, let alone Poe. He just shook his head.
"I know his name is Poe Dameron and I think that he was on some antibiotics, but I don't know for what," fretted Xander as he looked at his hands.
Jemina lifted Poe's limp arm and inserted the IV drip. She forced an oxygen mask over his face and Poe's eyes immediately widened. He started to thrash around in disorientation thanks to the exhaustion and heat. He gasped out before he broke into a hacking fit. It threw himself forward and tried to rip out the IV.
Before Xander even was aware what he was doing, he was almost on top of Poe. He held him down on one side while Jemina tried to hold down the other before Poe could try to rip out his IV again. Xander slapped the oxygen mask over Poe's face as he continued to cough and gag. Alarm suddenly showed on Xander's face as he saw blood prick at his lips.
"Xander, I need you to put your entire weight on him while I give him a sedative," ordered Jemina.
Xander looked at his friend's distressed face as he gulped. "But, he just woke up and-"
"And he's going to make himself pass out and that'll be worse. Do you have him," interrupted Jemina with her eyes blazing as she met his gaze.
I don't think that I have a choice, Xander thought. "Yeah, I got him," he grunted as he threw himself almost on top of Poe.
Poe screamed in pain and Xander had to block it out as best he could. He continued to push the oxygen mask over Poe's face. Poe's panicked eyes reached Xander's face and Xander forced himself to look away.
Jemina grasped a needle close by and grabbed Poe's other arm as he injected it into his blood system. Poe continued to thrash before it flooded his system and his body started to relax under Xander. Xander slid off of Poe's body, still securing the oxygen mask over his face. He wiped the sweat from his face and watched as Jemina threw the needle away.
"You do this like everyday," Xander asked, still panting.
Jemina raised an eyebrow. "Do you fly a ship everyday?"
"Er, yeah, I suppose," murmured Xander in embarrassment before he cast a glance at Poe.
"Then I do this everyday. It's what I chose to do, but I do have to say that I don't usually go somewhere like this to pick up a pilot. He must be important," Jemina whispered as she grabbed some icepacks and started to pack them around Poe's body to bring down his temperature.
Xander nodded slowly. "You're not wrong. Him and his droid could really turn the tide, I hear. That is if we actually find the droid before the First Order does."
