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A Piece of Home:

Starkiller Base: Touchdown

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 8.5

A/N: Okay, beauties! I have finally found time to get to this again. I hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: None

“You were a what?” Saalia yelled just as Han’s eyes lit up in shock. “Sanitation?” the smuggler questioned, “Then how do you know how to disable the shields?” “I don’t. I’m just here to get Rey,” Finn exasperated.

Saalia’s expression softened ever so slightly. A more understanding anger quickly returned when Han started talking again.

“People are counting on us! The galaxy is counting on us!” “Solo, we’ll figure it out,” Finn tried to ease, “We’ll use the Force!” “That’s not how the Force works,” Han retorted.

Chewie spoke up with his usual moans. Arching a brow, Han turned toward the Wookie.

“Oh, really? You’re cold?” “Come on,” Finn urged.

The former stormtrooper hurried ahead of the other three. The politician arched her neck a bit.

“If we live, I’m going to kill him,” she noted. Han smirked. “Get in line.”

The group of four hurried into the base. Han and Chewie led as the other two took up the rear. Jaw clenched, Saalia gripped her whip’s hilt. She rolled her eyes when a stormtrooper called out before Chewie shot him. Her violet eyes continued to scan the area as she moved to the front of the group.

“The longer we’re here, less luck we’re going to have,” Han stated, “The shields?” “I have an idea about that,” Finn affirmed.

Saalia listened to Finn, keeping ahead of the group. She had them pause, noting a few more ‘troopers. She clicked her whip. The purple thong crackled with electricity. In a fluid motion, she slid into the open, wrapping her whip around one of them. With a firm grip, she flung the one into the other two. In quick succession, she whipped the helmets off and gave each one a shock. She turned back to the three and nodded.

They continued on, waiting for the attack. Eventually, they made it to where a ‘trooper with chrome armor was walking by. Finn nodded at the person, allowing Chewie to deck them into another passage way. Finn popped up in front of his former boss. He arched a brow.

“Remember me?” “FN-2187,” she stated. “Not anymore,” he gloated, “It’s Finn, and I’m in charge. I’m in charge now Phasma. I’m in-” Han tapped him while Saalia smirked. “Bring it down; bring it down.” He nodded while looking at the others. “Follow me.”

Hastily, they went to the nearest workstation. Saalia stood outside while Finn forced Phasma to pull down the shields. Only a couple stormtroopers passed by, requiring her skills with the whip. The woman bit her lower lip in thought. She placed a finger to her ear.

“Jess?” she whispered. “I’m here, Senator,” she responded. “Saalia will do,” she added with a chuckle, “The shields are almost down…remember our agreement?” She could hear the smirk. “Loud and clear, ma’am. I’ll update you as much as I can.” “Thank you.” Before the comm disconnected, Saalia heard the incoming transmission, “Black Leader, go to sub-lights. On your call.” Her chest clenched at the familiar voice. “Roger, base–red squad, blue squad, take my lead.”

Before she could hear anymore, the group was pulling Phasma out of the workstation. Saalia quickly followed them to a garbage chute. She arched a humored brow when they threw the captain in. She glanced up at Han.

“Accomplished, I see.” “Oh yeah,” he replied with a smirk. He sobered his expression. “We got work to do. And fast.” Saalia smirked. She had heard Poe’s advice and decided to repeat it, “But as long as there’s light, we got a chance.”

The pair nodded solemnly. Looking at Finn, she knew his thoughts were with Rey. She placed a hand on his shoulder and squeezed. He smirked in thanks. Chewie moaned; both Han and Saalia’s eyes widened. Finn knit his brows.

“Footsteps,” Han explained. Saalia pushed them forward. “Go! I’m right behind you.”

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A Piece of Home:

Where It Started

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

A/N: So really this is more like Part 8.5 because I haven’t posted anything with this in a while. It’s going to be shorter because it takes place during the ride to Starkiller Base, but before they land. I hope you enjoy it nonetheless ^_^ (Finn is such a good listener :3 )

Warnings: None

Saalia walked to the back of the Millennium Falcon once Han had gotten her up. She took a seat in front of a board-looking thing. The politician unlatched her electro-whip and held it in her hands, her thumb smoothing over the hilt. Though she wanted to focus on the battle to come, her mind had other plans. They weren’t entirely off topic, but her thoughts remained with a small bit of the larger plan.

“What’s that?” a voice asked, interrupting her thoughts.

Saalia glanced up to see Finn. She offered him a smile as he joined her at the table.

“It’s my electro-whip,” she explained it, “I never had an inclination for blasters.” Finn smirked. “Unfortunately, that’s all I was trained in.” “I could teach you, sometime. If you’d like,” she offered. He shook his head. “I’m sure I’d wrap myself in circles.”

Saalia smirked before rolling her eyes. Her violet gaze returned to the hilt. She bit her lip as she felt a bit of anxiety surface into words.

“I hate the waiting,” she muttered. Finn nodded. “Me too,” he paused, thinking of a way to distract her, “How do you know Poe?”

To the ex-stormtrooper’s surprise, Saalia smiled softly. She laughed to herself. Other than the mission, the only thing they had in common was knowing Poe. Of course he could bring it up. He was probably feeling just as anxious and wanting to distract himself. She met his gaze.

“We actually grew up next to each other,” she told him, “on Yavin 4.” He smiled. “So you two are close?” She shook her head. “We actually didn’t properly meet until years later. Poe had just joined the Starfleet and was stationed where I was training as a politician.” Finn knit his brows. “They were that close together?” “Same building actually,” she chuckled in agreement, “The idea was to meet a range of people and work on social skills.” “That sounds…completely boring.” Saalia smirked. “Being a politician is boring. But, I had a better transition to the area because Yenn had been accepted to the Starfleet as well.” She chuckled. “Yenn was so excited to be a pilot. He idolized Shara Bey, the Rebel pilot. Needless to say, when he met her son, he couldn’t wait to tell me. Dragged the poor guy all the way to the Senate side.” Finn smirked. “Poe?” She nodded. “Yeah. He introduced Poe as his new best friend.” The woman chuckled. “I joked around saying how I meant nothing to him anymore, but he was quick to call me his sister–an even higher honor, he insisted.” “Were you two siblings?” “No. But, he had practically been my brother,” she paused as her expression fell slightly. Her hand gripped her necklace. “Anyway, the three of us started to hang out when we could. Watching holovids, making dinner, and what not. The one night Yenn couldn’t make it, Poe said he was taking me on a date.”

Finn smiled as she dramatically rolled her eyes. He wanted to ask some more questions, but he felt she wasn’t finished.

“Initially, I said no. But, Poe was persistent. It got to the point where he was shameless, asking me on dates when there were crowds around. Always polite about it, but bold. My dad even encouraged me to go on at least one date.” Finn arched a brow. “Did you?” She nodded. “Yeah. He got clearance to take me in a transporter to another planet. It reminded me a lot of home, but there was a lot more blue. After that, we started dating. I remember telling Yenn, and he just picked me up and started chanting about how he won the bet.”

The young woman fell silent once again. Her eyes lingered on a random space of air just to the right of where Finn’s face was. He was watching her, hesitant, but wanting to say the words on his lips.

“You loved him: Poe.” Saalia nodded, sighing as well. “We never said it, but yeah. I suppose I did.” “…What happened?” She felt a lump rise in her throat. “Yenn died on a mission Poe was leading. I…I blamed him.” Finn let another beat pass. “Do you still?” Her answer came in a quiet rasp. “No.”

Finn reached across the table and gave her hand a squeeze. She gave him an appreciative smile before wiping her face of tears. After she got a handle of herself, and with Yenn in mind, she gave Finn’s hand a squeeze.

“We’ll find your friend,” she encouraged, “We’re getting her back.”

The two fell back into a bit of a resilient silence. Their resolves harden the closer they got to Starkiller. It wasn’t much longer until Han came to grab the pair to get to the cockpit claiming Chewie was bored.

Part 9

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What I do when it’s 4 in the morning and I can’t sleep…

This is a rough idea of what my OC, Saalia Nova, looks like, minus the electro-whip. 

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A Piece of Home:

The Battle of Takodana

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

There’s not much Poe x Saalia here, but I wanted to write around this scene because it’s one of my favorites!

Warnings: None

Saalia shot up just as an alarm sounded throughout the base. She wiped her sweaty forehead while blinking away the nightmare. Leaning forward, she rubbed her eyes. Once she had calmed down enough, she stood from her bed and left her room, snatching her electro-whip before the door closed.

The young woman hurried down the hallways. Soft voices grew loud the closer she got to the front. She saw several pilots jogging toward the airstrip. She knit her brows before ducking into the command center.

Spotting Leia, she hurried to her side.

“What’s going on?” she inquired. “We’ve tracked Poe’s droid on Maz Kanata’s Castle on Takodana.” She arched a brow. “The alarm is for a droid?” Leia smirked. “He has a map that leads to my brother.”

Saalia was taken back slightly. In her head, she calculated the importance of the droid with that information. It clicked in a few seconds.

“The First Order. They found it too,” she noted. Leia nodded. “Yes. Unfortunately, they don’t care who is harmed.”

The General left the control room, Saalia in tow.

“Let me help,” the politician suggested, “You can put me on the ground, fight the troops down there.” Leia shook her head. “No, Ms. Nova. I’m keeping you here. Besides, we’re sending out our best pilots.”

Poe.

Saalia’s eyes lit up. Her temper flared, showing in her violet eyes.

“Why won’t you let me fight?” she asked harshly. “You’re an asset the First Order doesn’t know we have.” She flung her arms. “Excuse my tone, General, but that’s hardly a reason. The Senate was blown up by them just a few hours ago! I hardly consider myself an asset! What good am I if the Senate is gone?” Leia turned on her heels. “Not gone, just scattered. We need to protect all the assets we’ve got, including you.”

Leia spun back in order to continue to the airstrip. The determined politician chased after the General.

“At least let me come with, see if I can tend to any wounded civilians,” she offered, “They’ll be right in the crossfires.” “You know medicine?” Leia inquired with a hint of disbelief. She gave a curt nod. “Some. If it requires an evacuation, I won’t have the qualifications. Flesh wounds and bandaging I can do.” Leia smirked again. “You are one stubborn politician,” she paused, “I like it. Come on. You’re riding with me in the transport.” “Thank you, General.”

With that, Saalia took off across the airstrip, heading toward the long ship. Across the way, Poe glanced over to see her doing so. He grit his teeth. Before he could do anything, Jessika patted his shoulder roughly.

“Ready Ace?” she asked. Poe smirked and nodded. “Always.”

With that, Poe and his squadron got set up and flew off into space. Not too long after, Leia’s transport left the base as well. Saalia clenched her fist as she sat inside next to some medical gear. Despite what she was telling herself, an underlying fear kept nagging at the back of her mind. Before it could reach her conscious, she turned her attention to the details of the transport, looking for supplies.

It wasn’t long until Poe and his fleet had reached the waters near Maz’s castle. Before they even reached the shore, Poe glanced over his shoulder. Just as always, his squadron was flying right next to him. He smirked.

“Go straight at ‘em,” he instructed, “Don’t let these thugs scare you.” “Copy that,” Pava replied. “We’re with ya, Poe!”

The X-Wings flew straight toward the TIE fighters headed their way. With great precision, both sides began to shoot at each other and the ground. Stormtroopers on the ground continued to fire at the incoming ships, having secured Han, Finn, and Chewbacca. An X-Wing managed to heavily clip the side of a TIE fighter. The circular aircraft spun out of control and dropped into the lake. One of the Resistance pilots shot toward the ground slightly behind the splash, causing the white clad group to fly back from the blast.

Another X-Wing swooped lower toward the ground. Aiming their missiles, they shot down the troops surrounding Han, Chewbacca, and Finn. Stunned for but a moment, Han turned to the other two.

“Quick!”

The three began to pick up their weapons and shoot at the remaining Stormtroopers. Han blasted those around him as Finn crawled on the ground, snatching the lightsaber. He also grabbed the familiar Stormtrooper weapon and shot around him

From inside the transporter, Saalia bit her lip as she watched the battle. Her eyes flickered from those on the ground to the X-Wings in the air. Her nerves continued to increase. Her jaw set as her fists clenched. She watched the lone Black X-Wing. She knew exactly who it belonged to.

Poe swung upwards toward the sky, chasing a TIE fighter. He shot the enemy down as he swung around in the sky. He tipped sideways as he passed by some remaining rubble of the castle, shooting at various TIE fighters. He leveled out as he flew over Finn’s excited head.

“Woo! Yeah! That is one hell of a pilot,” Finn screamed. “Woohoo,” Poe cheered as he continued.

Saalia looked away from the blazing landscape. Her grip tightened around her electro-whip strapped to her side. She glanced up to connect gazes with the General.

“Just the wounded,” Leia reminded her.

Saalia swallowed and nodded. Taking a deep breath she made her way toward a medic. She closed her eyes, hearing every blast and crumble that was happening outside. Then, it stopped.

Her eyes snapped open with furrowed brows.

“We’re landing,” the medic next to her informed her.

She nodded again. Taking a deep breath, she resumed her focus on the wounded. The second the transporter opened, Saalia rushed out with the other medic. She hopped the lumps of rubble with ease while making her way to the visible civilians first.

A sobbing woman lay stuck under some rubble. Saalia hurried over, eyes showing her compassion.

“I’m right here,” she cooed, “I can get you out.”

The woman stood once again and leaned against the rubble. When she raised it to a certain point, she stopped and crouched. Now pushing up against the piece, she snatched the nearest block and used it as a jack. She returned to the woman’s side.

“This might hurt a little, but I need to get you on even ground, okay?” The woman nodded. “Okay.”

Saalia wrapped her arms under the woman’s torso and began to drag her slowly. As she did, the young woman noticed the large gash on the civilian’s leg. She grit her teeth before letting her go. She immediately went to the wound, grabbing out her bandages.

This went on for some time until the area was cleared. Saalia stood next to Leia, waiting for the transporter to take off. She was currently wiping her hands of the blood. She felt a hand on her shoulder.

“Poe just radioed me to say that everyone is alright...including him,” Leia told her. The onyx haired woman looked down. “Yeah. Okay.” Leia sighed. “He’s a good man, Ms. Nova. He seems to look out for you as well.” “There’s no need for that, is there now?”

Saalia hurried back onto the transporter, leaving the question rhetorical. All she wanted to do was get back to the base. Maybe she could actually start finding fellow Senators, or something that would help beat the First Order.

One thing was certain. She was done grieving, done sitting on the sidelines. The First Order murdered her father, and they were going to pay.

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A Piece of Home:

Struggles with Forgiveness

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

More Poe! It’s longer than the others (I think).

Warnings: Angst, grief, Saalia’s not too nice here either (but I promise, there’s a reason)

“It wasn’t until we were about…half an hour away that Trikto noticed the beams, five of them,” Saalia explained, “By that time, there was no way we could attempt any rescue mission.”

Trikto gave her friend’s hand a squeeze of comfort. Saalia smiled softly. Leia nodded her head as she digested the information.

“Are you the only one that managed to elude the attack?” a captain asked. The politician shook her head. “No. According to Trix, some other Senators were assigned to leave the complex the same time I was.” “There are others,” Leia commented. She nodded. “Yes. And that’s not all.” “What do you mean?” Poe inquired.

“Am I looking at the new Rapier Squadron leader?”

Poe kept his gaze lowered as he twiddle with his thumb. Saalia’s face slightly fell. She stepped closer to him.

“Oh Poe,” she cooed.

Before she knew it, he snatched her up and spun her around. Though confused, a laugh escaped her lips.

“I got the job,” he cheered.

The young woman beamed as he slowed down. She leaned in closer to his face until they could feel each other’s breath.

Saalia pursed her lips. She knew Poe was in the higher ranks, so he would be present for all briefings. That meant she had to hold back her anger for the moment. Instead, she opted to give the man a dagger-filled glower.

“I mean that just before the others and I were sent off, my father and I had told the Senate that some of our own were taking bribes. Senator Renajinn, if you want to be specific.” “I knew something wasn’t right,” Leia commented. “We believed they were paid off to show the First Order in a more benign light,” she paused, “Doesn’t seem to matter now.”

Saalia’s violet eyes flashed a brief sadness that didn’t go undetected. Both Poe and Leia had caught the momentary emotion before she shoved it back down. Poe reflexively went to comfort her. He caught Leia’s questioning glance before he could entirely try. The pilot took a deep breath before nodding.

Instead, Leia placed a gentle hand on Saalia’s back. The twenty-five year old offered a faltering smile.

“Thank you, Ms. Nova. This information is quite helpful. Why don’t you rest and get situated?” “Alright,” she muttered, “Thank you.” “Of course dear.”

Trikto took that as her queue to intertwine their arms to lead her away. Carefully, she turned away from Poe, having heard about the earlier situation.

“Come on, ‘Lia. I’ll show you which room I put your stuff in. I think you’ll like it. It’s huge,” she stated in attempt to cheer her up.

Saalia, almost numbly, allowed herself to be dragged down the halls of the base. She kept her gaze low, feeling the stares of the others. Her fist tightened as all of the memories she had buried decided to crawl out. One peaceful memory popped out when she noticed a bouquet of Nebula orchids in front of her door.

“Come on, ‘Lia,” a soothing voice whispered, “It’s a simple question.”

Saalia giggled as her hands smoothed over the tan ones on her stomach. A bubbling smile painted itself across her features. She laid her head against Poe’s, which was lying in the crook of her neck.

“My favorite flower?” she teased, “There are so many. How could I possibly have a favorite?”

Poe lowly chuckled in her ear, causing goosebumps to rise.

“I know you, princess. You always have a favorite. For example,” he paused to kiss her collarbone, “that’s your favorite place to be kissed.” Saalia giggled. “Nebula orchids.” “Hmm?” Poe asked while kissing her again. “Those are my favorite.”

“They’re your favorite, aren’t they?”

Saalia blinked before realizing Trikto had been talking to her. She smiled softly at the ginger. She was holding up the bouquet.

“Yeah. Thank you.” “Did you want me to help you unpack?” “No. I’ll be alright,” Saalia replied calmly.

Though reluctant, the pilot respected the politician’s wishes. When she was alone, Saalia began to fiddle with her beaming pendant. With a huff, she sat at the edge of her bed. She quickly wiped a tear from her eye.

“I really need you right now, mom,” she whispered, “You’d know what to do.”

After a few moments, the weary girl entered her private refresher to wash her face. Once satisfied, she began to unpack the few things she had. She mentally took note to get some more clothes later. She didn’t know how, but she would.

Her hands smoothed over a patch that she always carried with her. She smiled fondly at the object. The childhood memories rushed to the forefront of her mind. She was sure she’d be seeing the New Republic Starfleet a bit more often now that she was on their base.

A sudden knock on her door shook her from her thoughts. Without much thought, she opened the door. Her jaw set the second she saw the brown eyes of her past. Her hand tightened around the patch she had been holding.

“Hey,” Poe muttered, “I didn’t think you’d actually open the door.”

She remained silent, her stare unwavering. Poe scratched the back of his neck.

“Right. Well, despite the fact that you hate me, I still wanted to express…” he trailed off as she hadn’t been phased at all. He gulped. “Express my condolences about your father.”

Poe glanced down, missing how Saalia’s eyes fluttered for a moment. Focusing, she shoved the rising sob back down her throat. She wasn’t about to let him off the hook. He may have been familiar, but that didn’t change the past.

Saalia took a step back from the man standing in front of her. Her jaw slackened as she digested the news. She didn’t stop stepping back until her back was against a doorframe.

“What?” she croaked. Poe lifted his head back to keep in tears. “He…He didn’t make it. ‘Lia, I promise you, I did everything I could to get him b-” “I…I don’t believe you,” she rasped. Poe licked his lips. “I don’t want to believe it either, but-” “No,” Saalia growled, “You could’ve saved him!”

She shoved him in his chest, tears falling down her cheeks. The pain and recognition burned in her. She continued to yell at Poe.

“You’re supposed to be the best!” she screamed, “And you couldn’t save him? Yenn trusted you!” “You don’t think I know that?” Poe shot back, “I tried everything!” “I guess not everything,” Saalia sneered before leaving the room. She called back, “Stay away from me!”

The pilot let out a heavy sigh as his eyes shifted back and forth. As the moments of silence dragged on, Poe became more antsy.

“S-Saalia?” he attempted.

Whether it was because she was tired, she had just lost her father, or the memory reminded her of the worst, her expression softened.

“Thank you,” she muttered, “My dad really liked you. Even after…you know.” Poe’s posture straightened. “I have a lot of respect for him.” She forced a laugh. “And you really hate politicians.” He smirked. “Yeah.”

The woman turned back toward her bed. Poe’s head snapped up. He had another thing to say. He had to.

“Saalia, wait,” he called. She stopped but didn’t turn. “I…I never said I was sorry, about Yenn. But, I want you to know, I wish I could take it all back,” he told her while letting out a breath, “Keep him on base. Anything to make sure he made it here. He trusted me…you trusted me. And I let you both down.”

Poe stood in his tracks, waiting for her to respond. Saalia’s fists were curled in tightly. She kept her face away from him as her tears returned fresh.

“Goodnight, Dameron.”

His shoulders slumped. Dejected, the pilot left the politician to herself. When she heard his footsteps farther down the hallway, she shut the door. A sob escaped her lips as she curled onto her bed. Bringing the patch to her chest, she continued to lament her closest friend, as well as her father, all the while, missing her mother.

She had not felt this alone in awhile.

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A Piece of Home:

Shaky Reunion

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Poe is in this one (albeit briefly, but more is to come)!

Warnings: Tantrums, swearing (Saalia’s not the nicest in this part)

Trikto hesitantly made her way down to the lower level of the small ship. Her grey eyes landed on a blank-gazed Saalia. The young politician’s arms were wrapped around her stomach as she stared at the sterile wall. Her cheeks were stained with tears. Her hands held tightly onto the dying Nebula orchid.

The pilot noticed she was wearing different clothing. Instead of the dress she had been wearing, she was in a more mobile suit. She wore sable, knee high boots that lead to gold colored pants. She wore a raven jacket that matched the color of her belt, which held her electro-whip. Underneath the jacket, she wore a no-sleeve crimson tee.

“You changed,” she stated before thinking. Saalia nodded. “Thought it would help…it didn’t.” Trikto sighed. She reached out her hand. “We’re here. I think it best you see the General right away.”

Saalia nodded, grabbing the pilot’s hand. She stood and left the little plane with Trikto. She blinked her eyes harshly as she adjusted to the planet’s light. Her emotions hardly matched the jade scenery. Before she entirely left the plane, Saalia wiped the tears from her cheeks and resumed her political posture. The pair stepped onto the air strip.

“There she is,” Trikto murmured before leading Saalia deeper onto the strip, “General Organa.” “Trikto,” the woman greeted, “Who’s this?” “Sa-,” the violet-eyed girl paused to clear her throat, “Saalia Nova. Daughter of Senator Xanatos Nova.” Leia’s face fell. “Was he…?” she trailed off. “Yes. Unfortunately.” The elder woman frowned. “Come. Rest for awhile. We can go over some things after you’ve mourned.”

Saalia flinched from her mood as Leia reached out her hand. She shook her head and gulped.

“I’d rather distract myself, General.” Leia grimaced but nodded in compliance. “Alright. If that’s what you wish to do.” “It is.” Trikto placed a hand on her shoulder. “I can put your things in a room for you.” She offered a feeble smile. “Thank you, Trix.” The ginger smirked. “That’s a first…but I like it.”

The pilot hurried back into the small plane to grab the politician’s things. Leia and Saalia strolled toward the base and away from the planes.

A little farther away, a head popped up from the hood of his X-Wing. He immediately noticed the new space craft before knitting his brows in confusion. Curious, his dark brown eyes swept over the strip for anyone unfamiliar. He spotted the General and noted she was walking with someone. His mouth dropped open as his eyes widened, recognizing the electro-whip with a pale hilt.

“Saalia!” an all too familiar voice called across the place.

The politician froze in her spot. Her hand curled around the hilt of her weapon. She clenched her jaw as Leia gave her a curious look. The young woman refused to turn around.

“Saalia,” the voice repeated, seemingly much closer.

She turned her head, needing only that glimpse to confirm her suspicions. With a sudden increase in agility, she spun around, unleashing her electrifying whip. The purple was surrounded by dangerous sparks, catching spectators’ eyes. Her eyes narrowed at the X-Wing pilot.

“Stay back,” she warned, cracking the whip for emphasis. “Saalia, it’s me-” “I know it’s you, Dameron,” she shrieked. Poe’s eyes widened in shock, hands up in defense. “Listen, I can explain-” “The hell you can! I’m not going to deal with your shit for a second time.” Poe didn’t move, his gaze hardening. Saalia cracked her whip. “BACK!”

Swallowing harshly, Poe took a few steps back. Saalia retracted her whip, still glaring at the pilot. Leia watched on in shock and slight amusement.

“So this is ‘Lia,” the General thought to herself, “As fiery as he said.”

Leia assumed a stern expression.

“Ms. Nova, enough.”

Because she was so close to the girl, Leia caught the slight quiver of her lips. Remembering the recent trauma, the General placed a gentle hand on the girls tense arm. She forced it down. Saalia gulped.

“I apologize.”

Without another word, she whirled around and stomped toward the base. Poe watched the young woman with a hurt expression. He turned his pained gaze to Leia. She shrugged in response before turning to follow after the politician.

There was something between these two; that much was obvious. Leia wondered if Poe hadn’t told her everything about this girl. She sighed. If they were anything like her and Han, the whole base would be in for a unique experience.

Part 5

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A Piece of Home:

Exiled or Saved?

This is a long one. I know the politics is really boring for most, but I promise Poe is coming soon!

Warnings: Mass death (as depicted in movie)

Part 1, Part 2

“What?” Saalia irately questioned. Senator Grutoo repeated, “Miss Nova, you are going on your first solo democratic mission.” Her eyes widened. “I thought I wasn’t allowed just yet.” “Well, seeing you suggest such a brave proposition, especially one surrounding the First Order, I figured some of the rules could be overlooked.” “Father?” “It won’t be long. Two days tops,” he told her a bit sadly. Gulping, she straightened her posture. “What is the assignment?” “A system wishes to enter the Senate and I would like you to handle the annexation. Simply some paperwork.” “Pardon me, Senator Grutoo, I thought you normally handled things of that nature.” He nodded. “I do. But, with the investigation on the Senators, I am more needed here. You leave within the hour.” “I hope you know I have no knowledge of piloting,” she stated firmly. The man grinned. “I do indeed. One of your father’s pilots has offered to fly you. As I understand it, she’s quite sympathetic to your cause.”

Pursing her lips, Saalia nodded. Grutoo spun on his heels and left the office in a quick pace. Saalia gripped her hands before turning to her father. He offered a comforting smile. Heart aching, she burst around the desk and hugged him. He pet her hair in comfort.

“Don’t worry, my child,” he cooed, “You will do wonderful.” “At least you’re dad and I are still here,” Fylk offered a bit too cheerily, “We can worry about the investigation.” “Now, go get ready. You don’t want to be late.”

With a reluctant sigh, Saalia resumed her political posture. She gave her father’s hand a squeeze before heading back to their temporary room. Hastily, she packed the things she believed necessary. Her copper hands paused on the hilt of her electro-whip. She smoothed her thumb over it.

“Better to be safe than sorry,” she muttered to herself.

A knock of her door caused her to look up. In the doorway stood a ginger-haired pilot. Her skin was the color of an eggshell and her eyes were grey. Saalia offered a smile.

“You must work for my father.” “That is a fact ma’am,” she replied with a curt nod, “I was to let you know that the ship is ready.” “Thank you…” she paused, “I’m sorry. I don’t seem to know your name.” “Trikto, ma’am.” “It’s a pleasure to meet you. You can call me Saalia, or ‘Lia for short.”

Saalia zipped up her bag and pulled it over her shoulder. She primped her braided bun in the mirror, making sure two curls framed her face. Her hand grazed over the swirled Nebula orchid in her hair, mind shifting elsewhere for but a moment. She latched her electro-whip onto her belt and faced her pilot.

“I don’t suppose you know of anyone else going on a diplomatic mission,” Saalia asked with a smirk. Trikto smiled. “I know a few other Senators are leaving, but I’m not privy to where.” “I see. Interesting how so many of us are being sent away,” Saalia mused aloud, “Almost as if we’ve been ordered away.”

The pair remained silent as the violet-eyed woman thought through her ideas. After another beat, she began walking toward her door.

“What hangar are we in?”

Trikto rolled her eyes before following her detail. The two made small talk as they worked their way over to a landing pad. By the time they reached their vehicle, they were laughing about something irrelevant to what was around them.

“I’m glad to see the two of you getting along,” a voice commented happily. “Dad,” Saalia exclaimed, “I thought Fylk would’ve had you knee-deep in paperwork by now.” His eyes twinkled. “That’s what he thinks.”

Laughing, Saalia hugged her father tightly.

“I’m going to miss you dad,” she told him. He smiled softly. “I’ll miss you too. Trikto, I trust you’ll look after her.” “Dad,” she whined. “Of course, Senator. I’ll make it so everything runs smooth.” “Thank you,” he paused, still holding his daughter, “I suppose it’s time for you to leave then.”

Saalia slowly let go and nodded in agreement. She glanced back at Trikto, who was already heading to the cockpit. Xanatos kissed his daughter’s head one last time.

“Be careful,” he warned, “Annexations can be very difficult. You have to respect both parties. Understand the common goals.” Saalia giggled. “Dad, I’ll be fine. Promise.” He smirked. “Alright. I love you.” “Love you too, dad.”

Saalia readjusted her bag and headed toward the smaller ship. Right before the bridge closed, she spun around and waved to her father. The man smiled before returning the wave himself. Moments later, she could no longer see her father standing in front of the Senate complex.

It wasn’t too long after she had taken her seat that Trikto took off. After a half hour of flying, Saalia found herself bored and lonely. After making sure her bag was tied down, the Senator’s daughter found her way to the cockpit and sat in the First Mate chair. Trikto glanced over at her with a smile.

“How’s the flight so far?” She chuckled. “Boring. It’s so damp down there. All I can hear is the faint whirring of this thing.” “You’ll get used to it, ‘Lia,” she encouraged, “Besides, your father said it wouldn’t be too long of a trip.” “Yeah. Hopefully he’s ri-” “What the hell is that?” Trikto interrupted. “What do you mean?”

Instead of answering verbally, the ginger pointed. Saalia followed her finger to see a bright red beam soaring across the black expanse. Her eyes widened as she realized it was heading in the direction they had just come from. Panicking, she whipped her head toward the back.

“Turn around,” she ordered, “Turn around!”

Trikto quickly followed orders, spinning the craft around. Her mouth dropped open in shock. Saalia let out a squeak as she saw the singular beam separate into five smaller beams. One was headed straight toward Hosnian Prime, toward her father.

“No, no, no, no, no,” she screamed, heart breaking, “Please no! Not my dad!”

Tears fell freely from her eyes as she attempted to get closer to the beams. She didn’t get much closer than palming the pilot viewport. Her breathing was heavy and sporadic.

“Dad!” she screeched, banging on the viewport, “Dad! DAD!

The longest red beam smacked into Hosnian Prime. Morose wailing tore itself through the young woman. She fell to her knees in anguish, violet eyes trained on where the Senate had once been. The red hue echoed off the glimmering whites of her eyes. Trikto stood next to her speechless, the craft having stopped.

Saalia dropped her head in mourning as she wept and sobbed. Her hand gripped her necklace with all she had, possibly being the only thing keeping her from shattering right there. The young woman curled inward the more the realization struck her. Her cries reverberated off the plain walls.

She jerked when she felt something on her back. After a moment, she realized it was Trikto holding onto her. Saalia latched onto her newest friend and buried her face into the pilot’s chest.

“I…I’m so sorry, Saalia,” Trikto choked, “I’m so sorry.”

The pair held each other for a long time. Eventually, the young politician ran out of cries to yell. She sat against the wall, silent tears slipping down her solemn expression. Trikto remained in front of her. The ginger gripped her hand.

“Saalia,” she spoke softly, “We have to get out of here. The First Order may be searching the area. You understand?” Her dead gaze nodded. “Yes,” she rasped, “…Where?” Trikto pursed her lips. “The only place that’s safe: The Resistance.”

Part 4

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“Thank you, Senator Nova,” a fellow senator told the man, “You and your daughter have proven quite helpful in the recognition of the First Order’s true intentions.”

Saalia, dressed in crimson and gold, stood off to the side with pursed lips. She turned her head, bobbing her bubbled ponytail. The small, singular braid wiggled slightly against her cheek. Though she stood upright, her father knew she was unhappy. He sighed, placing a hand on the fellow senator’s shoulder.

“We appreciate your faith in us. However, the road ahead is still long.” “It is indeed. Hopefully we will soon get through to our neighbors.” “Who we need to get through to is Chancellor Villecham,” Saalia snapped, “The masses will not listen until he is convinced.”

The two elder senators turned toward the young woman. Her arms were now unabashedly crossed over her chest. Her father raised an eyebrow, asking her to remain civil. The other senator, however, seemed quite amused. He turned back to Xanatos.

“It seems you’ve given her your wisdom, though less tactfully.” Saalia narrowed her violet eyes. “In a time so fragile, I hardly see the necessity for tact, Senator Fylk.” Fylk cocked his head to the side. “Oh? And what makes it so fragile, m’dear?” The woman dropped her arms. “You said it yourself, the First Order’s inability to stray from its predecessor’s malevolent ways. Now, you may think all that needs to be done is give them a warning, however-” “That’s enough,” Xanatos stated firmly, “Saalia, please, come with me to get some rest. It has been a long day.”

Senator Fylk wore a smug grin as his own posture straightened. Saalia had never liked him. He had always been cocksure that his way was the only way. She never saw it as such. However, he seemed to be the only one willing to listen to her father about the First Order. Despite her boiling blood, she kept her mouth shut as her father continued.

“I appreciate your time, Senator Fylk. As I said, it has been a long day, so if you don’t mind...” “Of course. Rest well, my friends.”

Saalia sucked in a breath, straightening her posture. She stalked after her father, desperately trying to get away from the man. Her father slowed until they were side by side. They remained silent until they reached their temporary quarters. Xanatos smirked.

“Do you have something on your mind, child?” he cooed. Saalia turned to face him. “Father, I don’t understand how you can be around that Crystal Snake of a man. Sure, you can’t see him now, but the sun will produce the glimmer.” Her father laughed. “You share your mother’s spirit. Always having to be proactive.”

Saalia pulled her glimmering pendant from between her breast. She smiled softly at the object. Her thumb smoothed over the nearly white light it held. She plopped onto the couch, her father mimicking her a moment later. He rested an arm around her shoulder.

“I know it can be difficult to deal with these people,” he started, “But they speak for those they represent.” Saalia chuckled cynically. “I don’t suppose Senator Renajinn took that money out of the interest of her people.” Xanatos knit his brow. “What do you mean?” She kept her gaze low. “I went on a walk the other night because I...” “The nightmares,” her father said for her. She nodded. “Yeah, those kept me up. I saw Senator Renajinn, without her guards, hurrying through the halls. I hid because you know how she likes to ‘chat’ for hours on end.”

Xanatos smirked, understanding completely. Senator Renajinn talked to hear her own voice. She made one of the best politicians to enact a filibuster. He grew serious.

“When I saw her, I saw a young man, a private I think, handing over a bag of credits. It wasn’t until he began walking away that I realized he was belonging to the First Order.” “Saalia...are you saying Senator Renajinn was bribed to keep quiet about the First Order’s activities?” he asked lowly, “That is a serious accusation, even worse without proof.”

She stood up and walked around the table, crimson dress flowing with her movements. She gripped her stomach as she spoke again.

“I know. That’s why I haven’t told anyone else. It’s also why I believe the First Order should be at least watched over. They could be planning horrible things.” She closed her eyes. “Dad, I don’t want to lose anyone else.”

Frowning and heart aching, Xanatos stood from the couch and walked over to his daughter. She wrapped her arms around his waist as he gently pet her head. She buried her head into his chest, just like when she was frightened as a child.

“It’s okay, Saalia. You won’t have to.” He glanced out the window to see the sun had set. “Let’s get you off to bed. We have another long session in the Senate tomorrow.”

She nodded before unlatching from her father. He placed a kiss on her forehead and said goodnight. Saalia headed toward her room to get ready for bed. When her door had closed, Xanatos frowned. He was going to have to check on his daughter’s story. He hoped it wasn’t true.

Part 3

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