Star Wars One Shots

Not Like Other Jedi - Poe Dameron x Reader

Lying face down in the dirt, you wake up to a coughing fit. Your head throbs, and when you move a hand back to feel, it comes away warm and sticky. Every part of your body aches as you force yourself into a sitting position, and you end up bent over, coughing all over again from the cloud of dust your movements created.

Vision slowly clearing, you look around to see your hut in ruins. The entire ceiling is collapsed, and the air smells like ash. You scramble to your feet, pushing aside the pain, as your memories flood back to you.

No, no, no. This can't be happening.

Pain sears through your leg, but you limp along anyway. The Jedi Academy is in ruins. Every building is burned to the ground, and your fellow Padawans... Their bodies are everywhere, torn down by lightsaber wounds.

You fall to your knees as your body heaves with nausea. Your friends... they're all gone. Master Luke's body is no where to be found, but you know better than to hope. They're all dead. Ben Solo killed them all. The sun barely peaking over the horizon, tears streak your face as you think back to last night.

Screams had torn you from a deep sleep. You had grabbed your lightsaber, but when you rushed to the door you were met by Ben and Jacen. They had come to recruit you. Your heart hardens as you remember how they had looked so pleased with what they'd done, and how it never occurred to them that you might turn them down. Ben had tried to sympathize with you, saying he knew how restrained you felt by the rules of the Jedi Order. How dare he assume that about you. No matter how frustrated you became with Luke's teachings you would never consider joining the dark side.

Before you even had a chance to answer, a stray blast from a ship hit your hut, causing it to explode. A piece of debris had hit your head, leaving you unconscious. The two boys must've assumed you were dead.

You were going to kill them. You weren't sure how or when. But the next time you saw them, you were going to tear them apart and make them pay for what they'd done.

***

You had wandered aimlessly for some time. Your lightsaber had been destroyed in the carnage of the Jedi Academy, your kyber crystal shattered beyond repair. As the Force willed it, you made your way to an old abandoned Jedi Temple. Well, mostly abandoned. When you had been deep in your meditation, the one remaining resident of the temple found you. There was no telling how long the round red and blue droid had been guarding the precious Jedi relics. You followed the droid deep into the temple until you found what he wanted you to see. A short green lightsaber that could have belonged to none other than Master Yoda. A few years before, you would've refused to even touch such a saber, but now it seemed fitting. It was up to you to carry on the legacy of the Jedi, so of course you would do so with the most significant lightsaber to ever be created. So with a new saber and a new droid companion named BB-6D, you set off.

For several years, you remained a sort of rogue vigilante. You helped where you could, and left before rumors of a surviving Jedi could surface. The last thing you wanted was for the "Jedi Killer" Kylo Ren to hunt you down. Your blood boiled every time you saw news about him on the HoloNet. It was almost laughable that the quiet studious Ben Solo had become the most feared man in the galaxy. But no one knew who the man behind the mask was. As far as you could tell, you were the only one who knew.

Your life finally seemed to find a meaning again when you discovered the Resistance. After years of scrapping by and having no one who could understand what you went through, you broke down the first time you met Leia. She listened to your story with a sad smile, dried your tears, and gave you clean clothes and warm food. Most importantly, she gave you a place to stay and a reason to fight.