REMEMBER ME ➸ Poe Dameron X Reader(DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 1

~Gotta Start Somewhere~

The last thing you can remember...

You had to fly an unidentified starfighter ship to Jakku. Head to a spiritual village...find a man named Lor San Tekka. He was old. And had a piece of a map that would be used to find Luke Skywalker.

The man who trained you, your uncle...But your ship...was destroyed through turbulence and debris. And you crashed...

The last thing you can remember...

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You shoot up in a cold sweat with a gasp, alerting a man beside you who have been keeping watch. Ears ring loudly as you look around, your vision has some black spots from the adrenaline of getting up too fast. You cannot see much, your sense tingle like pins and needles all over. Taking deep heavy breaths, pain rushing through your ribs and the back of your head only makes it worse.

"Whoa. Calm down, calm down!"

"Where am I?!" You ask almost instantly.  You notice you're in a desert hut and on a bed. Jakku, you made it.

"You're with Resistance, remember? So am I but then I brought you to the spiritual village. Before your ship exploded."

The ship you had was weak so that must've been why it suffered. You don't really know how to fly starships anyway. Leia, your mother thought you did. Maybe because you only know how to repair them.

A harsh breath escapes your lips. The man looks at you concerned, sitting beside you. "You got a concussion, you were unconscious for a couple of days."

"Well ain't that fancy." You mutter anxiously. Great. So you have been wasting time, resting but still wasting time. He chuckles, sitting by your side, but you don't laugh. He notices that and quickly clears his throat, his gaze in a frown. He seems happy to see you're awake but you don't even know who he is.

A little droid rolls into the room and you sit up startled. The only droid you've never seen a droid like that. Ever, before. What is this? This droid? The man eyes you weirdly at your dumbfounded reaction which causes you to ask "What? What is it..?"

"N-Nothing." He stutters. Looking away and sighing, cupping his hands together between his knees. You try to push yourself up from the bed but you let out a groan, squeaking in pain. Uneasiness throbs around your head which is making you cranky. His eyes widen and he quickly puts his hand on your shoulder. You glare at him and push his hand off you. His eyes don't show hurt, as if he's starting to realize that something is very very wrong.

"Hey. Don't...try to move too much. Your ribs are damaged. You're acting a bit oddly."

"I have to get out of here." You tell him, pained and wincing, through gritted teeth but the man doesn't seem so willing to let you go. He has a firm grip on the side of the bed. You still struggle, to push yourself out of the bed and the little droid moans sadly for a moment. You take a sharp breath in. And quickly clutch your side, letting out a yelp.