MONOCHROMATIC [A POE DAMERON X READER STORY]

part 2; chapter four

Connix was in on the plan, which you were grateful for. She made sure Finn and Rose's escape went by without Admiral Holdo's knowledge. By sheer luck, she did not question Connix's claim of the cause of the radar beeping being "passing debris". 

"Eighteen hours of fuel left," you said, walking alongside Poe. "Do you like our odds?"

"To be honest with you, I'm trying not to think of our odds," he said. "I have faith in Finn. We've seen him get through crazier things."

"You're right," you said.

"We'll be alright," he said. "We'll make things right."

"What do we do 'til then?" you asked. 

"We stay out of Holdo's way and sit tight." He shook his head. "I hate doing nothin', but she isn't gonna trust us anytime soon. Not me, anyway." 

"Finn will come back," you said, nodding. "And then we'll get back to work." 

* * *

The hours ticked by painfully slow, and Hux spent each and every single one of them staring forward at the promising future. He traded sleep for this taste of anticipation. He longed for the freeing feeling of complete success that would come with the destruction of the Resistance ships. 

They were pushing through their last remaining hours of fuel now. Less than seven hours until they were no more. Less than seven hours, and no hope in sight for them. They were sitting and waiting. It was beautiful. 

"The main cruiser's still keeping beyond range. But their medical freighter is out of fuel, and its shields are down."

"The beginning of their end. Destroy it." Hux grinned, tasting the victory right there on his tongue. In mere hours, the Resistance would be destroyed. He would claim victory, he would claim revenge. You would soon regret the moment you left for the Resistance scum, if you weren't regretting it already.

* * *

"Admiral, fuel reserves at six hours," Connix whispered. 

The admiral blinked, having just witnessed the death of two pilots from the Resistance's last remaining medical freighter. She inhaled deeply, sharply, and buried her pain deep beneath a face of complete calmness. 

"Maintain our current course. Steady on."

Connix turned away, struggling to hide her disappointment in her reply. 

* * *

You turned away from the sight of the ship exploding. Each burst of orange came with a popping sound that made you flinch. You put your back to the viewport and closed your eyes tight. Poe still watched, right by your side. 

"Finn, Rose, where are you guys?" he whispered. 

"Six hours," you said painfully. "How did we already lose twelve hours of this?"

He didn't look at you, be but he held out his hand. You took it and leaned against him, your cheek pressed against his shoulder. He kissed the top of your head. 

"Are you afraid?" he asked. 

"I'm not afraid to die," you said. "I'm afraid of losing this. I know what it means not to me but to the galaxy. I don't want the First Order to reign supreme over all of these people. The galaxy would be a disaster. Are you afraid?"

"I'm afraid of some things," he admitted, his thumb stroking across your knuckles. "Things I'm not sure I want to talk about."

You knew what he meant. "I'm afraid of losing you, too," you said with a whisper. You pressed a kiss against the corner of his mouth and closed your eyes.