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Rylla had been sitting in a dimly-lit control room for almost a day and a half. She'd eaten a few times, when C3PO or General Organa had brought meals, but she hadn't been able to taste them: Poe Dameron, an excellent man and their best pilot, had told her half their team was missing. Even with their technology, they'd been unable to find them.

She'd declared them dead.

It seemed nearly impossible that in life she'd gone to captain the Resistance. Though she'd been taught to fly by the best in Corellia, she'd always assumed she'd go back to Naboo, go on to teach small children how to pilot, and have a son or two. She hadn't known when it'd happen (she assumed it'd take time), but she'd been willing to wait. Now, waiting seemed to be something futile: they couldn't wait until the pilots were found, because they needed others to complete the previous mission. They couldn't wait for their droids to be returned, because they needed others to deliver documents. They couldn't wait for anything, during times like these.

Rylla had lied to General Organa: she was not happy. She'd prefer to pilot, but the former Princess had refused. She suspected she didn't want to lose anyone else close to her, but Rylla was not a Skywalker. She was to remain at the base, alone at times with only foreign-speaking droids as company.

"Captain"

She turned to find Commander Dameron, standing directly in the doorway to her control room.

"Hello" she smiled. She pressed a small button and told the red droid beside her to monitor the map. He beeped four times, and hummed.

"Hello"

Poe's smile was one of a man who hadn't seen much of life, but he had. She couldn't understand him, but she urged him in nonetheless. He took a chair, and sat with its backrest to his chest.

"We located Temmin Wexley and Ello Asty"
"What?!"
"I know" Poe laughed. "Here in D'Qar"
"But how did they not show up on the–"
"Broken uniforms" Poe interrupted. "Showed up right in our doorstep"
"Oh, Sweet Soalie" Rylla sighed. She went to her small square button again, to open up their biographies and change their status.

"Shouldn't you wait to see them yourself?" he asked her.
Rylla turned to him, her finger floating above the button.
"You've seen them?"
"Yes"
She pressed it.

"I'm really sorry about BB-8. We'll find him, too"
"I'm not worried. He's important now"
"Of course" she smiled, swirling her chair back to him. "How's the arm?"
Poe nodded once, and raised his folded elbow slightly.
"No red arm for you, sadly"

Poe laughed, but said:
"I must have been too busy at my arrival, I didn't see you there, Captain"
"Yes, I– assumed you'd be overwhelmed"
"Of course"
"Are you alright?"
"I am" Poe said. He was giving her the softest of smiles, though it was different from the ones she was used to giving General Organa. "Would you like my report now, Captain?"

Rylla did not. She'd rather have one of the droids note it down, write is as they often did with General Organa's biography, and have it be over with. She hadn't shown up at his arrival in the control room for this precise reason, and she was sure Leia had wished she had not been, either. But, as were her superior's wishes, she'd been named Captain and, furthermore, she'd assured the General that she wanted the position. It suddenly dawned on her that she'd known Rylla would have to carefully interview Poe, and wondered if this was the reason for her insistence.

"Yes" she told him firmly. Turning to her tiny red droid, she said: "Please, bring PZ-4CO"

"My X Wing was disabled by Stormtroopers as I left Jakku after speaking with Lor San Tekka" Poe began. He'd finally turned his chair into the right position, and sat with his back straight, his eyes directly at hers. "He provided me with the map to Luke Skywalker, and I placed it inside BB-8"

"Correct"

"Kylo Ren emerged, exchanged words with San Tekka, and slaughtered him" he continued. "Ragged saber, crossguard blades"

Rylla merely nodded. Poe added:
"I shot at him with my blaster, but the Force stopped the bolt in mid air"
"What?" Rylla leaned forward. "He stopped a bolt in mid air?"

Poe's head nodded once. He made a point to note his strength with the Force:
"I was then paralized, and taken captive" he told her. "The surrounding villagers were slaughtered. I assume BB-8 escaped at some point during this. Once aboard–"
"What type of ship did they board?" Rylla interrupted. They'd been attempting to locate their movements but it appeared that, at some point, they had been able to protect their ship's location.
"Star Destroyer" Poe informed. "Resurgent class"
"Skrag" muttered.

Poe didn't stop.

"Rylla, we need more fighters. More ships, we need more pilots"
"We're doing everything in our power–"
"80,000 at hand, at least" he interrupted.
"We have the support of–" Rylla tried to tell him
"Kylo Ren is very strong with the Force. I was taken captive, and tortured by him. It embarrasses me to say that it was easy for him to purge the information on the map out of me".
"You don't give yourself the credit you deserve"

Her tone was firm, and it was Poe who chose not to speak at this point.

"You're an outstanding fighter. Not one of us could have done better at the hands of Kylo Ren. You escaped, and seeing you here fills me with pride, and enormous joy. I'm grateful for your strength, Commander. It does my heart good".

"And it does mine good to hear those words, Captain"

Poe remained still in his chair. Even with an injured arm, and an expression as determined as his ability to fly, he looked almost regal speaking to her.

"What do we need?" Rylla asked him.
"I need some Old Trusty". he told her. Looking at her half eaten food, he added: "And you do, too"