Poe winced slightly as the medic cleaned the gash on his forehead . He had taken quite a beating during the crash on Jakku. He thought back to the escape from the First Order, and his brief friendship with the rogue stormtrooper, Finn. He'd awoken on the desert planet alone, no sign of the stolen tie fighter or the man who had helped him escape. His heart dropped and he sighed. When he was free to fly again he would return to Jakku to find BB-8 and he would look for some sign of Finn. He just needed to put on a good show for General Organa to get clearance. The medic was placing a bandage on the wound when a voice squawked over the intercom. "Commander Dameron, the General needs to see you when you're done in Sick Bay." Poe glanced at the medic, who smiled and dismissed him.

"Tell her I'll be there as soon as I clean up." He answered over the intercom.

"Take it slow, Commander. You'll feel some soreness for a while, but light exercise should help."

"Thanks. No promises." He joked, standing up slowly. He was lucky to walk away from that crash with nothing more than a few bumps and bruises. He flexed his sore arm and headed to his quarters to clean up and change clothes. He showered as quickly as he could and threw on a white shirt and brown fatigue pants. He pulled on some boots and looked in the mirror. His eye was still bruised from the beating he took at the hands of General Hux while he was being interrogated. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, dismissing the anger that was rising up inside his mind. He left his quarters and headed to the war room to meet with the General. He prepared himself mentally for the meeting as he walked, knowing she would be worried about him. He needed to get to BB-8 and look for Finn and the only way to do that was to convince General Organa that he was well enough to fly again.

He paused outside the doors and took a deep breath, telling himself mentally to stand up straight and tall. Show no sign of weakness. He waved his hand over the entry panel and the doors slid open. The General was at the command center, reviewing a Resistance communication. She turned toward him as he approached, a worried smile on her warm face. She opened her arms and hugged him gently. Afterward she stepped back and looked him over.

"How are you feeling, Poe?" She asked, her keen eyes studying his face.

"100%, General. Ready to get back in the pilot's seat." He replied in a strong, sure voice. Her eyes narrowed slightly at his response.

"You better not be lying, Commander." She said firmly, giving him a little smile as she turned back toward the command center. He stepped forward and put a hand on her shoulder.

"General, with your permission I'd like to return to Jakku to retrieve my droid-" he started. She held up her hand, stopping him.

"That desert is crawling with stormtroopers. I won't hear of it." She replied firmly.

"But General, that droid holds the map to-" he argued. She stopped him again, her brows raised.

"You're not going back there. That's the final word on the subject." She said decidedly. "I have another mission for you." She added before he could argue further. She motioned to the operator and several archived communications appeared on the screen in front of her. Frustrated, he clenched his jaw and breathed deeply, directing his attention to the intel in front of him. "We've received word that an important asset has been located on Batuu at the Black Spire Outpost. I need you to locate her and bring her back here for questioning." A hologram of the Batuu System appeared over the war table, zooming in on the planet.

"How trustworthy is the source? That outpost is nothing more than a hideout for smugglers and criminals." His frustration was rising with every second. The Batuu System wasn't far from the Resistance Base, but he needed to get back to Jakku as soon as possible. If only he could make General Organa see reason...

"I trust the source. She's there and we need her brought back safely." She replied firmly. "Her name is Tressida Hux. I cannot stress how important she is to the Cause." The mention of the name startled him.

"Wait—who? Did you say Hux?" He asked, stammering. That name made his blood boil.

"You heard right." She replied knowingly. "Tressida Hux is General Armitage Hux's twin sister. They had a falling out a long time ago and she's been in hiding ever since. The First Order has been sending out patrols all over the Galaxy to search for her. It's only a matter of time before they find her. We have to get to her before they do." She studied his face intently and placed a reassuring hand on his arm. "She won't come easily. You'll have to convince her. You're the only person I trust to complete this mission delicately. We need her to trust the Resistance. She needs to know we are not her enemy."

He sighed and looked down at her. He couldn't deny Leia Organa anything. "I'll do as you ask, General. But when I return I'd like to revisit that discussion about Jakku." He said hopefully. She smiled warmly and took his face in her hands.

"Don't worry over that map, Poe. Trust that everything will work out the way it's meant to." Her words were filled with mystery and wisdom, and all the fight left him. "Go. Bring her and yourself back in one piece." She ordered. He saluted his General and left to prepare for the mission.

When he arrived at the hangar, a young man approached him for orders. "Prep the Star Skiff. I'm heading for the Batuu System." He ordered calmly. The young man nodded in response and headed off to prepare the vessel. Poe went into the Pilot Ready Room to grab some gear. He opened the nearest locker and grabbed a blaster, a belt holster, and a large knife. He fastened the belt around his waist and holstered the blaster. He secured the knife in the top of his boot and suddenly remembered he lost his favorite flight jacket in the crash. He shook the thoughts of Jakku out of his mind and chose a dark brown leather flight jacket from the locker. Heading back into the hangar, he ran his hand through his hair and focused on the mission ahead. He'd have to be on his toes in the Black Spire Outpost. That place was the perfect forgotten hideout for the worst types in the Galaxy.

He boarded the Star Skiff and performed all the necessary checks, readying for takeoff. He taxied through the open blast doors and checked the navigation again. He wished he was in his X-Wing. Flying this larger ship was a nuisance and made it easier for the enemy to spot him, but the X-Wing was too small to bring the asset back to General Organa. He shook his head in frustration...everything about this girl was an inconvenience. As he watched the ground fall away and the blue sky turn to vast darkness filled with stars, his mood improved. With the hyperdrive prepped, he sat back in his seat and jumped to light speed.