Currently working on a fanfiction written in the second person (an external narrator that addresses the reader as the character). I've been getting into fanfics in this style and have liked how they flow. I've decided to try it out. As of right now, I have a plan to pair an OC (the reader) with our favorite General.
This is a draft of the soon-to-be-named fic's first chapter. Any feedback is appreciated.
The alarm jolted you awake. You reach over to silence it but miss. The Crono falls to the ground. "Not again," you sigh as you rise out of the cot. The alarm gets silenced, finally, as you walk over to the sink to fix your hair. Your fingers run through the slight knots and tangles. You never liked your hair after you woke up. It always looked as wild as a forest on Ajan Kloss. After pulling it back into your signature pony, you check the time. You're running late as per usual. You rush into your uniform, the emblem of the Resistance polished on your jacket. After the briefest check in the mirror and grabbing your datapad, the sprint to work begins.
Two minutes to spare, and you're at your post at one of the open-air hangers. Today's tasks include ensuring the x wings are ready immediately and moving supplies off transports. The first hour or so was an average day for you.
Or so you thought. After storing the repulsor lift for the final time, you saw one of the pilots running towards you. "That's strange." you thought to yourself. You recognized him as Poe Dameron. People have referred to him as a shoot-first ask-later type, but when desperate times call for desperate measures, he was the pilot for the job. You admired him for all the missions with him as the commander. You, of course, understood why he has so many admirers. He is now in front of you. Taking a minute to catch his breath and straighten himself, he asks you, "Are you Tala?"
"I am, yes. Is there something you need?" you reply. "General Organa asked me to give this to you. It's important." "For me? But I'm just a hanger tech. Surely she would want someone better qualified and equipped for whatever she needs?" Poe shook his head, "No, she's requesting you specifically. The flimsy will explain everything." You finally take the flimsy from Poe's hand. You unfold it and read the smooth and elegant writing. It says, "Tala, I have a vital mission. Meet me in the briefing room in one hour. This mission could turn the tide in our favor. I'll explain everything once you're here. Gen. Organa." Tala nodded in thanks and quickly finished some remaining small tasks while watching Poe walk away. You clocked out before quickly rechecking your appearance in a communal refresher mirror.
The walk towards the briefing room seemed long. You never had a reason to head over to this side of the base except to run the occasional errand for other techs or supervisors. The door can now be seen towards the end of the hall. You approach and check the time. You still have 5 minutes before you have to be in the room. Five minutes to catch your breath. 5 minutes to mentally prepare. The minutes passed, and it was time to meet General Organa. You hit the buzzer and wait. "come in." a woman's voice says. The door opens, inviting you into the room. You walk into the room. The table has some plans and datapads stacked on it.
Along with these are notes in flimsy and diagrams displayed on boards on the wall. General Organa and Poe Dameron were seated at the table and someone you assume to be Finn, as his appearance matches your co-worker's description of him. Also, at the table is an empty seat. Your seat.
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