Warnings: Explicit Language (if you can't tell from the chapter title, OC has a sailors mouth)

Disclaimer: I do not own anything involving the star wars universe other than a POP Poe figurine. All characters belong to their creators. Seraphine and other OC are my personal characters unless otherwise mentioned.

Author's Note: Hey it's Megan and I have had this story floating in my head honestly since the movie first came out. I also have a track record of struggling to finish stories, so if you want to see this keep going please let me know. Support from all of you really means a lot. But that is enough from me, so enjoy.

Chapter 1 - Fucking Sand

The crunch of the sand underneath her feet was the only sound for miles. It was just endless desert, going in all directions around her, as she walked. She had never liked the desert. It was hot, sticky and even though she was under dozens of wraps and layers it still felt like she was being cooked alive. She was already covered with sand and she had barely even gotten to this stupid planet. It was digging into her skin, and inside her booottttsss. It would take her weeks of deep scrubbing to get the last remnants unbedded from her skin, but here, she was surrounded by it. Why did anyone live on the cursed planet?

And this cursed heat.

She hated the heat.

Mumbling under her breath, she reminded herself why she was here. She had a mission. And if she completed said mission she would get money. And money made the world go around. Money she needed.

She trudged through the sand and she turned her attention to the destroyed x-wing in front of her. She was here looking for a pilot who seemed to be wanted by everyone and anyone. She had full intention of finding him first and cashing in that nice paycheck.

The warped metal was still warm to her touch, but there was no sign of the man who had been flying it. She looked across the desert, but the wind had blown away all tracks. It was empty, endless, and provided her no information. There wasn't a soul to ask, no one to question or pay off. Nobody who had seen a thing. Nobody alive at least.

This empty place had no information to offer.

Just more sand in her boots.

She glared up at the sun, before sighing and turning her attention to the remnants of the village she had been trying so hard to ignore.

As she climbed the slight hill, she wished that the sight she saw took her breath away. It would to most. It would to normal people. Take their breath away, break their heart, make them feel sick to their stomachs. She had seen things like this so many times. So many times that she barely felt anything at all. Just a calm numbness that followed her throughout her life.

The First Order had done what it normally did. A massacre. And then they just left the bodies here to rot in the sun; men, women, children, innocents. She had always done her best to avoid the First Order, to avoid the Resistence, to avoid the War. She had avoided them all for this very reason.

No one ever mourned for the innocents, the innocents never get memorials or celebrations. They are casualties of war. They are simply forgotten, buried within sand.

And no one ever seemed to care.

She glared up at the sun, cursing the heavens, the depths, and anyone else who would listen. Also cursing her luck, because she knew the truth. That these deaths were just a few of hundreds. That no one would come looking for these people. The Force Worshippers were outcasts, they were forgotten. No one would even blink an eye.

But they did not deserve to die. And they did not deserve to be left in such a way.

She stormed into the center of the town where all of the bodies were huddled together, trying to protect themselves and their loved ones from what they knew was coming. She grabbed some discarded tools, and continued to curse the world as she did.

She cursed this heat.

She cursed the sand.

She cursed the First Order.

She cursed the Resistance.

She cursed everything and anything she could think of.

She had been told many times that she had the mouth of a sailor, and such words did not match her pretty face. She thought that was bullshit and she could curse as much as she wanted. When a man said five fucks in a seven word sentence no one would care, but the moment she did it, it was considered unlady like.

She looked across the scene in front of her and ran over what she need to do in her head.

Logically, she should wait until the sun had set, and it was cool across the desert.

Logically, she should leave and finish her job, the job she was hired for. By an old and treasured friend, no less.

Logically, she shouldn't even be here in her first place. She should have stayed out of this whole mess.

But these people in front of her? They did not deserve this. They did not deserve to be left here.

They did not deserve to die.

So she began to dig.

(Unknown amount of time later because even she lost track)

She was exhausted when she laid on the ground, watching the sky above her. She had finished it somehow, a big enough grave for the Force Worshippers to rest peacefully. She had wanted to make it deeper, but the sand was getting harder and harder to dig into. She was only one girl. She could only do so much.

Now at least the desert creatures wouldn't be able to get to them as quickly, and they were showed the respect they had deserved to have their whole lives but certainly were not given in their deaths. The wind would bury them under more and more sand, and hopefully they could be at peace.

She only didn't know what words they would have wanted to be said over their graves.

The sun was beginning to creep down from the sky, but felt as strong as ever. She tilted her head and squinted her eyes as she stared up at the Battlecruiser that towered over the planet. That towered over their whole lives. Without a warning, this weapon of destruction could send down its ion cannons and turbolasers and destroy all life on the whole planet within minutes, if it wanted to. For now, it just looked rather peaceful, a beautiful work of machinery.

If only it hadn't been used as a weapon.

If only her universe wasn't so obsessed with war.

She sat up suddenly as she watched an explosion burst across part of the Battlecruiser she had just been semi admiring. Who would be stupid enough to try to take on a Battlecruiser? Even the New Republic stayed away from them, the Rebellion had struggled enough with the Star Destroyers and these new Battlecruisers were twice as big and twice as powerful.

But sure enough, there was ship attempting to pull away from the Battlecruiser. And it looked like it was heading straight back to Jakku. Why would they go to Jakku, when the endless space was in the opposite direction. Space has endless places to hide, Jakku just had it's sand.

But that ship was screaming through space and coming towards Jakku.

Andddddd now it was crashing towards Jakku.

Idiots.

She grew bored of the sight in front of her, and started to gather up her things. She caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of her eye, and it quickly captured her attention. The vessel wasn't just some idiot who tried to take on a Battlecruiser and failed. It was a tie-fighter. That changed everything, and she started to run back to her speeder, slipping in the sand a few times as she did.

Fucking shitty sand.

She watched as the tie-fighter continued to hurtle towards the ground. That tie-fighter had been attempting to fight the Battlecruiser, which means someone stole it. And if someone had stolen a tie-fighter and was stupid enough to head back to a planet under direct watch of the First Order, she figured it was the stubborn man she had been told about.

The man she had been looking for.

She took off in her speeder, cruising along the sand as she watched two figures eject out of the tie-fighter and it crashed. It didn't look like it had landed too far away from her current location, if she remembered the old map she had studied correctly, it had crashed into the badlands.

She sped her speeder to the max and headed towards the wreckage, leaving the force worshipers, who had hopefully been put to rest, behind her.

Author's Note: So I hope you liked it, that's a wrap on Chapter 1. Chapter 2 will hopefully be out soon but I am going to be straight with all of you, I am pre-med and have little time and little desire to do like anything at this point. I love this story, I love star wars, and I love all of you so I will do my best, but support is a wonderful thing.

Sneak Peak Into Chapter Two

Everything hurt. He gasped for air, and everything hurt. Something was pulling on his arm, pulling him out of the sand, but he couldn't focus on that. Everything hurt. Soon his eyes were blinded by the sun and tried as he did he could not focus them. Lights and black splotches danced across his vision, and he turned his attention to the figure still pulling him, till he was completely free from the sand.

"Finn." He managed to gasp, but the figure just tilted it's head.

Then he was only surrounded by darkness. Peaceful darkness where he felt no pain.

Where he felt nothing.