When Poe Dameron finds himself on the remote planet of Lok - injured, hunted by the First Order and without back up - he is saved by a street thief named Cassia. Realising the young woman could be a dead ringer for the missing crown princess of the...
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"Be the light."
Poe Dameron had spent quite some time wondering what Maz Kanata's parting words to him on Ephemera could have meant. In the grand scheme of things. To the Resistance.
To himself.
Wasn't it exactly what they were trying to do? Carrying the light out into the galaxy, as they travelled from planet to planet, trying to find allies in their fight against the First Order?
Wasn't this why he had sent Jess and Suralinda to Rattatak? Why Snap and Karé were currently on Akiva to talk Wedge Antilles and his wife Noora out of their hard earned peace and back into the trenches?
The Resistance was the light that stood between the galaxy and the First Order.
But what did it mean for him?
Be the light.
If this was possible for any one person, Poe found that it would have been more fitting for somebody like Leia. Or Rey. Yes, the young Jedi girl was a light. A symbol of hope.
But him?
He was nobody's light. If the past weeks had proven anything at all, then it was that Poe Dameron wasn't even a leader. He was better off sitting in a cockpit and following the orders of others. Because when he took charge, people he cared about died.
Be the light...
The truth was, he had no idea what it meant. All that pondering had led him nowhere.
Literally, he thought dryly as he took in his surroundings, because if any place in the galaxy deserved that moniker, it was the planet Lok.
Lok made Tatooine look like the cradle of civilization and Jakku like the luscious spa world he had left just days ago.
The barren, dusty planet was located in the Karthakk system of the Outer Rim territory and was most commonly known for its sulfur pools, which gave the planet its distinctive - sometimes less and often times more prominent - stench and the old Imperial Outpost.
Once upon a time it had been a massive stronghold, designed and built to secure the Empire's reign over the lesser developed worlds. Today it was the perfect place to disappear.
The narrow streets and crowded marketplaces were swarming with bounty hunters, smugglers, former Imperial officers and rebels alike as well as pretty much every other kind of galactic bottom feeder imaginable.
But in recent history the region had also gained a reputation for its neutrality and rumour had it that more and more people had come to find refuge from the First Order's tightening grip on the core worlds. Last but not least, like all the galactic melting pots Lok was a trafficking spot for information.
