*POE DAMERON*

"This will begin to make things right," The elderly man sitting in front of me confirmed, gently placing a small leather bag in the palm of my hand. "I have traveled too far, seen too much, dealing with all the despair in the Galaxy. Without the Jedi, there is no balance in the Force."

"Well, because of you, now we have a chance." I say, cracking a small smile at my contact, an elderly man by the name of Lan Sar Tekka.

The man stares back at me, unable to find words.

Suddenly, BB-8 bursts through the bamboo like curtain to Tekka's small hut, beeping franticly.

"We've got company." I say, my eyes once again returning to the old man.

The elder looked at me as I stood hastily, slipping the leather bag into the pocket of my jacket, and grabbing my binoculars.

Steeping out of the hut, and putting the binoculars to my eyes, I scan the horizon.

White lights flood the image.

Bells started to ring as the villagers streamed out of their houses, weapons in hand.

I whirl around, facing Tekka.

"You have to hide." I order.

"You have to leave." The old man deadpans, already heading towards the other villagers. "Go."

Nodding my thanks to my contact, I jog away from the old man, picking up my pace as I neared my X-Wing, BB-8 hot on my heels.

"Come on BeebeeAte! Hurry!" I yell over my shoulder as I reach my fighter, hastily climbing into the cockpit and firing up the engines.

Glancing out the window, I could clearly see that the Stormtroopers were obliterating the small village.

I gotta do something to help...

BB-8, who was now situated in the back of the X-Wing let out a series of high pitched beeps as a blast rocked the fighter.

"I see 'em!" I confirm with my companion as I bring the weapons systems online, taking out the white armored bodies behind me.

Powering down the engines, I hop out of the fighter, grabbing a long-range rifle in the process.

My droid companion was already waiting for me when I hit the ground.

Stopping, I take in the sounds surrounding me.

Villagers screaming in terror along with cries of agony and anger.

Digging into the pocket of my jacket, I pull out the leather bag, placing the contents into BB-8's storage compartment.

"You take this. It's safer with you than it is with me. You get as far away from here as you can. Do you hear me?"

BB-8 beeps back in response.

"I'll come back for you! You'll be alright!" I yell, over the noise of blaster fire and screams, offering the small droid reassurance.

The droid let out a series of sad beeps, as I make my way to the rear of the fighter, BB-8 disappearing from my view.

Running back into the fray, I find a small hill of sand that should offer decent cover from any enemy fire.

Cocking the weapon, I take aim from my position.

One shot. One trooper.

Another shot. Another trooper.

One more shot. Another trooper.

All of a sudden, another white light cuts through the dead of night, followed by the sound of an approaching ship.

The ship that lands is all black, sleek and shiny. Not a single scratch.

Unlike my X-Wing.

A figure cloaked in all black emerges from the newly docked ship.

My veins turn to ice, my stomach churns. My palms start to sweat.

It was the infamous Kylo Ren.

"I thought this guy was just a myth." I mutter to myself, willing my body to calm down. "He's just another target..."

Ren moves towards the village's center with long, confident strides, meeting another figure surrounded my Stormtroopers.

It was Lan Sar Tekka.

The elderly man spoke, the words not reaching me.

Ren stood up straight and ignited his crimson blade.

The blade instantly cut through Tekka's elderly frame as the dead man fell like a freshly cut tree.

Cocking my weapon once more, I emerge from my hiding place and fire a blast.

Ren whirls around, hand outstretched towards the plasma blast, freezing it in mid-air.

A crushing weight comes over my body, rooting me to the spot.

Two Stormtroopers run towards me, batons in hand, and throw themselves at my frozen form.

I fall to the ground as the crushing weight is released and the troopers pin my hands behind my back, shoving me along towards Ren.

Sparring a glance back, I see that the plasma was still in the air. Suspended by an invisible force.

Reaching Ren, the two troopers roughly stand me in front of the masked figure and shove me down on my knees.

Ren squats down so his mask is eye level to my face, staring at me quizzically.

Finally, summing up some of my bravado I mutter,

"So, who talks first? I talk first? You talk first?"

"The old man gave it to you." Ren says, his voice garbled by the mask.

"It's just very hard to understand you with all the—"

Ren cuts me off.

"Search him." The dark knight orders to the two troopers standing on either side of me.

Roughly, they haul me to my feet and pat me down.

"Apparatus..." I finish.

"Nothing, Sir." One trooper reports.

"Put him on board." Ren orders as the troopers shove me towards the black ship.

"Sir? The villagers?" I hear a robotic female voice ask from behind me.

"Kill them all." I hear Ren's garbled voice order.

The sounds of many blasters being charged filled my ears, along with the screams of the villagers.

The darkness erupts with bursts of red light.

On the ship's ramp now, I struggle free of the trooper's grip and turn to watch.

"No. No!" I yell as the Stormtroopers turn me back around and shove me the rest of the way up the ramp towards my doom.

*Time skip*

A set of heavy steel binders were put on my wrists the second I boarded.

The cuffs are unnecessarily heavy and they were digging into my skin.

Just as I was about to complain, the ship shuttered as the ramp lowered to reveal a highly polished First Order hangar.

The troopers immediately walked wordlessly over to me and once more, roughly hauled my aching body to its feet.

They pushed me down the ramp, rougher than before.

"Alright. Alright!" I hiss, shaking free of their grasps and gazing around my surroundings.

The hangar was immaculate. Not a speck of dirt in sight. First Order TIE's lined the walls, also clean and shiny.

I would love to fly one of those things...

My thoughts were soon interrupted by another pair of Stormtroopers who stood on either side of me, forcing me forward.

After walking through what seemed like endless hallways, one voice ordered,

"Stop here."

While the other punched in a code on a panel on the opposite side of the door.

The door slid open to reveal a room with a lone piece of furniture. An odd-looking chair.

The troopers removed the binders from my wrists and shoved me inside the room.

Caught off guard by the sudden shove, I stumble towards the far wall, hitting my back off of it.

"What the kriff was that for?" I seethe at the pair who were standing in front of the now closed door, doubled over with laughter.

"You didn't even push 'em hard!" One managed to let out in between howls of laughter. "Ren's gonna kill this one within the first five minutes!"

I stand on the opposite side of the room, glaring at the pair, anger boiling in my bones.

"So, we're gonna play that way, are we?" I mutter, cracking my bloody knuckles, as I run towards my captors.

"Look out!" One yelled to his comrade.

But it was too late. My fist had already collided with the Stormtrooper's chin, possibly dislocating his jaw.

While the one that I just uppercutted was howling in pain, the other grabbed his Comm.

Seeing this, I lunge forward colliding with the trooper's armor with force I never knew I had.

The Comm sails through the air as the trooper I body checked stumbled to the ground.

Letting the piece of tech land on the floor, I calmly walk over to it and crush it with the heel of my boot.

I gaze around the sparse room, my enemies slowly getting up, now angrier than before.

Both standing now, the trooper that I punched, nodded to the one I body-checked.

The crackle of a Comm comes to life and I curse inwardly.

They both would've had Comms...

Dropping my hands to my sides, I let the two bruised Stormtroopers push me towards the only piece of furniture in the room. That chair.

With my back turned to the piece of furtauire one shoves my body backwards and I stumble into it, falling onto my back.

Instantly, restraints cover my arms and ankles.

The Stormtroopers laugh once more.

"You're just a Pilot. You have no significance in the Resistance. Doubt they're even gonna bother sending someone after ya."

"And a Pilot with no hand-to-hand combat skills apparently." The other chimes in. "What do those Rebel Scum teach ya'll anyway."

"I know how to put up a fight when I want to." I shoot back, my voice steely.

"Oh, do ya now?" The trooper mocks as a fist comes into my preferal vision.

The fist collides with my forehead, the force of the blow causes my head to hit the opposite side of the metal slab I was restrained to.

My vision starts to swim as the trooper delivers another blow, this time to the gut.

I cry out in pain.

"That's enough for now. Ren'll handle the rest of 'em. After all, he's just a Pilot. Not like he'll put up much of a fight." One trooper says as they leave my cell and the door shuts with a loud clang, leaving my bruised form in inky blackness.

"Yeah. I'm a Pilot. A hell of a good one in fact. And I'll put up one heck of a fight when the time comes." I mutter out loud as my eyes become heavy and I let the much-needed aspect of sleep invade me.