A Jedi and Resistance Pilot (A Poe Dameron Love Story)

BB-8

I met Poe down in the hangar this morning. He was tinkering under his X-wing as usual. I tapped his leg and he slid out from underneath.

"Morning. So, what did you need me to come down here for?" I asked.

"Oh, right. Y/n, I'd like you to meet someone."
Poe whistled. A little droid came rolling over. "Y/n, this is BB-8. BB-8, y/n."

The orange and white droid beeped and clicked at my feet.

"What's she saying?" I asked.

The droid made an offended sound.

"Well, he is saying that it's nice to meet you," said Poe.

"Well it's nice to meet you too," I said.
BB-8 began whistling once more.

"He says, do you have a droid?" Poe translated.

"Yeah, though he's kinda an old timer. R4-P17. He belonged to my master's master, Obi-Wan Kenobi. He's over fixing a circuit board. R4!" I called.

The rusty droid came rolling over.

"R4, this is BB-8," I said, giving him a pat.

"How'd you get BB?" I asked Poe.

"He was given to me at my previous job. I was a pilot at the New Republic base. But, they were compromised so I came here with BB-8 not too long ago. How'd you get R4?"

"Well, Master Luke and I were out one day on Tatooine and he happened to be in an auction. Master Skywalker recognized this guy and bought him for very cheap since R4 was quite beaten up at the time. He then gave him to me as thanks later that day. I was an apprentice who hadn't turned on him and he was grateful."

R4 whistled in sadness.
"Yeah, I miss him too," I said.

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One Year Later

Poe patted my shoulder and pulled me into a hug. We had been dating for a year or so now.

As we pulled apart, Poe looked into my eyes and I stared back into his beautiful brown ones.

"I'll find him," Poe promised.
He'd been saying that for a year or so now.

"Poe that's sweet, but don't you think I've tried?"

"I'm going to find Master Skywalker. I don't care if it sounds impossible. He's basically like your father, Y/n. How are you not worried?"

"I'm entirely worried! But if he's in danger, I know he wouldn't want the last Jedi to die with him. I'm desperately trying to find an apprentice who won't turn into a Sith. But nobody seems to have the midichlorians."

Poe hugged me tighter. When we pulled away he kissed my lips.

BB-8 whistled. R4 was straight out swearing. The little orange droid started hitting Poe in the leg.

Poe ignored BB-8 and instead kissed me deeper just to spite him.

I pulled away. "You're serious about finding him?"

"I'm never been more sure about something in my life. Except, I love you, and I could see us getting married, starting a family," he said.

We had been having the family talk for the past couple of months.

"Poe I, I want that too. But what if you do find Master Skywalker. What if we're married with a family and h-he is unhappy with me because I broke the code." I started tearing up.

"Hey, hey," Poe comforted me. "If you wanted, couldn't you train your own child as a Jedi?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"And you can't find any other child with the midichlorians," Poe said.

I nodded.

"Hard times call for drastic measures. Say you made your own apprentice."

"Poe, that's . . . Not actually a bad idea. B-but I don't know if I'm ready to have a child. Master Luke told me about his own mother. She died in labor with Luke and Leia. Master Skywalker's father turned to the dark side in anger. I-I wouldn't want anything like that to happen to you."
I had buried my face in Poe's chest to the point where I didn't know if he could even hear me.

"Love, I wouldn't let that happen." Poe pulled me in tighter. "When you're ready, or maybe you'll never be, to have a child. I'm here for you . . . Saying that out loud, that sounded really wrong," he said and I laughed. Poe playfully wiped machine grease on my nose.

"Perfection," he said.

I turned away from him playfully and started walking. "Get back to work Captain Dameron!"

"Captain?"

"Oh yeah. General Leia promoted you Black Leader Squadron Captain. I'll get you your new helmet."