Author's Note: Hi guys. I had a lot of trouble posting. Wattpad kept crashing, for like an hour. I don't know if it's because I left a comment about what time I'll be posting and everyone was refreshing this story at the same time in that hour (?) or if it's just wattpad having problems haha. Thanks for reading!

REY

"It's nothing," I say to Poe, suddenly embarrassed that I'd reacted so strongly to such a ridiculous thing. I can't tell him what happened. I'm not even sure what happened. No, it's irrelevant. No one can ever know that even for a second, I felt... something that wasn't hate, for Kylo Ren. It won't happen again. I won't let it. There's a war to fight and he's just trying to distract me by playing games with my emotions. I don't know how he's doing it, but it's a cruel game.

"You sure?" Poe says, giving me a questioning look.

"Yes. Just a bad dream." I pick up the fabric for my sleeves and start wrapping it around my left arm, eager to do something. "Is it almost wake hours?"

"Not exactly. It's still early." Poe flips a switch which fills the room with light.

"You didn't sleep?" I ask him, glad to be on a different topic now. My dream is already becoming nothing but a bad memory, that I can't wait to forget.

"There's no time for sleep," Poe says. "I'll sleep when the war is won."

I smile at that. Poe's unwavering focus on the mission, at all times, is refreshing. "So what's our plan? How are we going to stop the First Order from regrouping and destroying us, before we regroup and destroy them?"

"And how are we going to get your brother back?" Poe says.

I stop wrapping my arm. "Do you think they'll use that against us?"

"Kylo Ren definitely will." Poe hands me my other roll of fabric and I take it from him. My stomach clenches and I can't tell if I'm hungry or just overtired.

"We got a message from the General," Poe continues. "She's here, in orbit, and they've got a ship, donated to us by Resistance sympathizers, some rich gamblers who don't like the way the First Order taxes them for money to pay for their weapons of mass destruction."

"We've got a ship?" I say in excitement. "Then we can take the Canto Bight Rebels with us. They're strong and hard workers. And they believe in this fight, for freedom from Kylo Ren's Tyranny."

Poe nods and heads for the door. "I'll meet you downstairs. I need to check some flight maps for our flight out of here tomorrow."

"Alright," I say, but Poe is already gone.

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FINN (Ruling Order Space Station in the outer reaches)

The Space Station was the largest Finn had ever seen. He leaned forward to look up at the many levels above them as they entered the docking ports with the Millennium Falcon. Ships of every make and model were being repaired or upgraded it seemed, in different sized ports, as far as the eye could see.

Finn maneuvered the Falcon through the flight passageways, looking for an available docking port.

"What is this place?" Rose asked, sounding both afraid and in awe.

"I've never seen anything like it," Finn replied. "I don't think the First Order has either."

"What do you mean?"

"They're very particular about putting their symbol on everything. I haven't seen even one. And I'm quite sure this is bigger than anything the First Order has."

"That's scary." Rose jumped forward in her seat. "Look!" She pointed to the right but Finn was trying not to crash into all the docking ports on either side. "It's a N-1 Naboo Star fighter! And a Solar Sailor! I've only seen those in history books!"

"Is that an original?" Finn asked, trying to look while piloting the Falcon.

"It looks like it," Rose said. "There!" She pointed again, this time in front of Finn's face and he almost swerved into a ship that was undocking.

"Woah!" Finn pushed her hand back.

"A free port," she said. "We can fit in that one."

"I see it." Finn brought the ship up and to the left. "Do you think whoever owns this place is friendly?"

"Let's hope so."

No one greeted them when they stepped out of the Falcon. Finn nearly walked over the edge of a tier. The place was not human friendly.

Finn glanced down, over the edge. The docking port levels went down forever. He looked up and saw no end to the ports going up as well. Were there other things on this planet-sized space station? Or was it just for ship maintenance?

"Please stand on the step pads to begin communication," a voice sounded, startling Finn.

"I don't like this," Rose said, looking up at the step pads which were at the top of a small flight of stairs.

Finn shrugged and walked up. So far there was no reason to believe the space station was a hostile place. No weapons showed on the Millennium Falcon scanner for this space station, other than ones that were already on the ships being repaired at the docking stations. But it was weird that there was no indication anywhere who owned the station or how it got here. Why were ships were being repaired here? Likely there would be some form of payment involved.

Finn stopped at the top of the stairs, then carefully stepped on the pads with two foot outlines on them. He looked back to see if Rose was coming. She had a frown on her face and did not look happy.

"Please state your name," the automated voice said.

"Finn."

"Rose."

The screens in front of them lit up.

"Rose Tico. Human female from Hays Minor, in the Otomok system. Serving in the Resistance as a maintenance worker," the automated voice said.

Finn glanced at Rose. Her eyes went wide with surprise.

"Finn. Human male. Defected Stormtrooper FN-2187 of the First Order. Currently with the Resistance."

Finn shifted uneasily on the step pads. "I'm not defected."

"How does it know all that?" Rose said.

"Full DNA scan," the automated voice replied. Finn and Rose glanced at each other. Rose pointed to her ear, mouthing the words 'they can hear us.'

Finn nodded. A loud clash of metal on metal made him jump and lose his footing. Rose grabbed his arm and pulled him back.

Two large robotic arms attached metal pieces onto the Millennium Falcon.

"Corellian YT-1300f light freighter, also referred to as the Millennium Falcon. Advanced modifications, added weapons, hyperdrive engine. Outdated."

"Hey!" Finn said. "The Falcon is not outdated."

A loud squawk from Finn's pocket reminded him that his little Porg was still resting in there, where it had crawled earlier and gotten comfortable.

"You brought a Porg with you?" Rose said in disbelief.

Finn pet the little animal's head and it squinted its eyes for a moment then opened them wide as it looked around. "Impressive, huh?" Finn said to the small creature. "You stay in there. I don't want you falling over the edge. We both know those wings of yours are as useful as a chicken's."

"Finn, return that poor thing to its mother," Rose said in a reproachful whisper.

"Hanso likes to be with me all the time," Finn said. "He's the one who jumped into my pocked."

"Hanso?"

Finn shrugged. "Han was kind of a hero to me."

Rose rolled her eyes, then crossed her arms. "So this whole space station is run by robots?" she said.

"Artificial Intelligence," Finn replied. "I recognize that symbol." He pointed to the top of the screens in front of them. "It's on all the AI robots, even BB-8. They're the monopoly on AI programming."

"Energy and fuel reserves replenished," the automated voice said.

"That was fast," Rose said, the hum and drone of the machinery around them drowning out her words.

"Your ship is outdated," the voice said again.

"You're outdated," Finn said under his breath.

"Negative. I am not outdated. Your ship requires software upgrades. We are here to assist you. Please enter your ship's computer access codes."

The screen in front of them brought up a keypad.

"Hope you can fix that pull to the left," Finn mumbled, reaching over to enter the pilot admin codes.

"No, wait!" Rose grabbed Finn's hand. "We don't know the admin codes."

"Yes we do-"

"No. We. Don't." Rose gave him a pointed look and Finn nodded slowly.

"Oh... That's right. We don't," he said.

"Admin codes are required to fly the ship. Hence, you know the admin codes."

"Not for this outdated ship," Finn said. "Our admin codes were changed by the Resistance." He glanced at Rose and she nodded for him to continue with the lie. "The only person with clearance to modify a Resistance ship is... our General. She will have to give us the codes, if she approves of the updates."

"Please enter the admin codes."

Rose motioned for Finn to lean in and she whispered in his ear. "We need to make something up, so they'll let us out of here."

Finn nodded and gave Rose a thumbs up.

"We would like to give all of our Resistance ships your updates," Rose said loudly. Finn gave her a questioning look, which she ignored. "We want our fleet to have the latest software upgrades," she continued. "Requesting permission to fly our ship to meet with the Resistance General and our fleet, and return with our other ships for this upgrade. She will have all the access codes."

Rose stopped talking and there was no reply for a moment, just the various sounds of machine repair and a soft cooing from Hanso.

"Permission Granted," the voice replied suddenly.

Rose held up her hand for a high-five. No sooner had they finished their victory high-five than the voice spoke again.

"You have thirty hours to gather the other ships and return to this docking station. Otherwise, the explosive device attached to your ship's hull will detonate. Do not attempt to remove it. Doing so will activate it before the thirty hours allotted time."

"No. We won't attempt to remove it," Rose said quickly. "We'll be back in thirty hours. Thank you for your time." She began to step down from the foot pads, her face flushed.

"Wait," Finn said. "Who owns this space station?"

"The Ruling Order."

"The First Order is the current ruling order in this Galaxy."

"Negative. They are currently in power but will soon be assimilated into the Ruling Order."

"What about the Resistance?" Rose asked.

"All will be assimilated into the Ruling Order."