A Scavenger and a Pilot {Poe Dameron x Reader}

Chapter 2 - Joining the Resistance

You've had run-ins with the First Order before, and they weren't pretty. Kylo Ren in particular, their Supreme Leader, was responsible for one of the ugly scars that extended down your arm, thanks to his lightsaber. He was also responsible for some slight post-traumatic stress you had developed, due to him sing the force to go through your mind and mentally torture you. But no biggie, right? 

You drove your speeder into the safety of the large trees of the Corellian forest. You didn't visit the nature of the planet much, but it was breathtaking. Still, it was a little hard to enjoy the view at night, when it was dark. There was more to fear than enjoy. Plus, the First Order was attacking your city, so you couldn't exactly be relaxed at the moment, knowing there was the possibility of them extending their perimeter check to the forest area.

You hopped on your speeder and went further into the forest just to secure your safety, at least for the night. 

You slipped the sack that held your belongings off your back. You gathered some twigs, leaves, and some flint stones, and started a fire. You grabbed an old cushion and a blanket from the sack and placed it down on the ground. Yes, this would just have to make do for the night. It was no king-sized bed, but it was doable. 

Just as you were about to settle down and get as comfortable as you possibly could on a rock-hard cold ground, you heard voices. They were at a whisper and hushed, as if they were worried. 

You swiftly and quietly got up, gripping your staff. You opened your canteen of water and put out your fire, then you crept over to where the voices were coming from, careful not to make a sound. It was a little hard with the little twigs and leaves beneath your feet. You stepped on one, making a crunch noise. You winced, wanting to slap yourself for not having been more careful. 

The voices stopped. "Did you hear that?" One of them asked. They were just beyond some tall bushes. You looked through the bushes, trying to make out the figures beyond. While you were at it, you made another sound. Great. Your clumsiness was going to reveal you. 

The figures turned to face the bushes, staring straight at where you were standing. Had they noticed you?

Without further hesitation, you jumped out from the bushes, staff in hand and ready for a fight. "Yaaaaa—" The result from your surprise attack was a crowd of surprised people. They were all staring at you.

You could feel your face turning hot. Right about now you had probably turned a bright shade of red, blushing from embarrassment. You hated attention, especially from a large crowd of people and when you did something embarrassing. "Ummm," you stuttered.

Two people stepped forward, a man and a lady. The lady wore an off-white-colored tunic with grey capri-length pants and boots. She had dark brown hair pulled back into three buns, and she held a staff similar to yours. She had fair skin, with rosy cheeks and a warm smile. Her eyes were a gorgeous chocolate color.

The man had dark brown skin with short black hair. He wore a coffee-colored and red leather jacket with a Resistance symbol on it, a black T-shirt under, military cargo pants, and boots. He held his blaster up, pointing it at you. 

The woman was pointing her staff at you as well. "Who are you?" She demanded. 

You looked around at the crowd of people. There was a ship parked behind them with a big Resistance symbol on it. You scoffed. "So you're all Resistance. I figured, you know, with the jackets and all." 

"And is there something wrong with that?" The man asked, offended.

"No," you replied, raising an eyebrow. "I could care less."