Author's Note: Since the new movie came out, I want to make a part two of the Poe and Neyli saga I know I wrote the last one like two years ago and it would be bizarre for me to try and add on to what I left off, so I can at least give a brief synopsis to what happened before we left off and then jump in. I hope I don't confuse too many people.

So, if you read the previous story, I'm gonna move on from where Neyli found out about Han and then taking to her mother about what happened. After that, I figured that I would jump onto the new storyline.

SPOILER ALERT: if you have not seen the movie, BE WARNED! this goes with the movie!

Prologue

Things were changing in the galaxy. I could feel it every time I took a breath.

For one, Ben was still with the First Order as Kylo Ran.

After I saw him in the forest, after the death of our father, I felt a stronger pull towards him than I ever did before. That pull for me to find him, to talk to him about all that happened between us and to him, it gave me pain that would be too much to bear at times. I couldn't sense him, at least in my mind I could sense him, and it felt like home. But not when it was Kylo…when it was Ben.

Ben was the one I missed, not Kylo.

My mother, General Organa, was still running the Resistance and was running it at full force. I was still under her command as one of the Captains, helping out both within the control room and in my X-Wing, Since my recent close calls and almost near death experiences, I compromised with my mother and made sure I was doing more work behind the console in the command center. It was fine by me since I didn't want to be one to place my mother's heart in more pain. I knew she was still grieving over the loss of my father, her husband, and someone she knew her more than she knew herself. I was the only family she really had left, and I knew it was going to be a real fight for her to give me some kind of freedom and release. It made me think of the other important person in my life.

Poe Dameron.

He was still the Captain, yet now he was far more aggressive in bringing own the First Order than before because of all that he saw and endured in the past. He now knew who Kylo Ran was, and he knew that we were still linked together. He feared it, I knew it did. Poe didn't show it since he was still flying his X-Wing on missions, but something deep within him was afraid that he would lose me to the Dark Side. It wasn't that he didn't have enough faith in the light that was within me, but he knew too that anything could happen and change. Anything can shift from one side to another, so now he was afraid that the same will be with me.

Everyone was walking on eggshells around me. I hated it.

The one that I didn't need it from the most was Poe. I knew he had more on his plate: Finn was still in his coma and he took him with us from our old base onto one of our cruisers. Poe was waiting for him to wake up soon, not only you see him but to tell him about Rey and her mission to find my Uncle, Luke Skywalker. Since a map was discovered, there was a huge buzz of energy that was flooding the Resistance fighters that Luke might still be alive and could help us with the fight against the first Order.

Thinking about my Uncle Luke made me remember when I would train with him back in my younger years with Ben. His kind eyes, bright and blue like the morning sky, and his way of teaching me to be a good Jedi. He was a good teacher, calm and assertive. It only made what happened to Ben and me more confusing and more chaotic within my own mind. Where was he?

Where was my Uncle?

Resistance Cruiser

Outside Planet D'Qar

"Come on, come on," I was thinking to myself as I was tapping the console where I was, seeing that there were more people stationed back on the planet D'Qar. We were evacuating the planet, our base being targeted by the First Order since they discovered where we were and where we were hiding. Rey was already off finding my Uncle Luke, which left us in a tight pickle with the First Order. Up until that moment, we were minutes away from big invaded and having ever more of a slim chance of survival.

I was on the main cruiser above the planet, my mother included in the main control area with the other officers. I was in charge of the pilots in their X-Wings, along with some of the other vessels that were carrying bombs within their bellies. We had a plan: a dangerous and almost too risky of a plan that involved destroying one or more of these vessels to buy us more time. After we would do that, we would jump into hyperspace in hopes of getting them off our tracks.

But of course, the one pilot involved in the plan was Poe.

"This isn't looking good," I muttered to myself as I was waiting for more of our evacuating ships to get more of our fighters off the planet. I hesitantly looked over to my mother, our General, to see her reaction. She too was trying to keep it together with her beautiful and yet fierce look, watching her own monitor. I could tell from the recent events, she was trying to hide some of her pain. Yet the lines and the damage was there under her skin, more or less.

Suddenly, some beeping went off, having me look back to my monitor. Massive First Order ships appeared from the hyperjump, having me breathe out slowly and push my monitor.

"Be ready. The First Order has arrived. Stay calm and remember our plan," I explained to my communicator to the pilots. My mother looked over at me, studying me in how I was slightly hunched over and watching the screen with every move it was making. I knew those ships had the huge guns that could take out our base down on the planet within seconds. Instantly I turned on the one communicator I knew I wanted to stay connected to with this whole fight out.

A chirp was on one end, having me grin now hearing what the chirping was all about. It came from Poe's trusted droid: BB-8

"Happy beeps, buddy. Come on," Poe's voice was crisp and clear within my communicator, smooth and calm as always like he knew what he was doing, "We've pulled crazier stuff than this."

"Just for the record, Commander Dameron, I'm with the droid on this one," My mother explained to him from her spot on my left.

"Thank you for your support, General," Poe sighed, "Happy beeps."

"Commander," I said finally, having me try to think of the proper word to talk with him since others would hear, "Keep to the plan and stay calm. We don't need anything to go wrong."

"Would I do anything else, Captain?" He asked me, hearing the authority in my voice. I wondered if he was smirking and thinking that I was joking with him. My mother finally looked at me full on.

"Did he just ask that question?" He asked me, having me roll my eyes not in humor but in that whole stress of the situation. My droid, Q2, always next to me decided to beep as well. Rolling my eyes at my droid, I saw my droid peer up at me.

"He's fine with Poe. No need to short circuit in worry." I reassured my droid, who grumbled a few beeps back in return.

"Attention. This if Commander Poe Dameron of the Republic Fleet, I have an urgent communicate for General Hux," He said within my communicator. I was waiting for the bait that they could take from Poe, hoping that it would work. It made me tap my foot over and over on the floor. and wish the I was there in the X-Wing too. It was one thing to be helping out safe in a cruiser that had shields, but it was another to be in a X-Wing and have some kind of power and control.

"This is General Hux from the First Order. The Republic is no more, your fleet are rebel scum and war criminals. Tell your precious princess there will be no terms, there will be no surrender." Just hearing the General from the First Order was enough to give me a small shiver down my spine and have me worry that something will really go wrong.

"Hi, I'm holding for General Hux?" Poe responded, having me cock my eyebrow.

"This is Hux. You and your friends are doomed. We will wipe your filth from the galaxy!" Hux sneered now, almost sounding like his anger was getting the best of himself. I cringed a bit now, hearing nothing again from Poe's side. I felt a twinge of panic.

"Okay, I'll hold." I made a fist against the console from getting a hint at what Poe was doing.

"Is he out of his mind?" I asked under my breath.

"Neyli, what's the hold-up?" Janco said from his communicator in his X-Wing, "What's going on with Poe?"

"Poe's playing coy, much to my dismay." I muttered back to him through his communicator, "Stay alert, Janco."

"Hello?" Hux asked then,

"This is Poe, yep. Still here."

"Can you…can he hear me?" Hux must have been asking someone else within his room.

"Hux…With an H? Skinny guy….kind of pasty?" Poe asked, almost sarcastic. I groaned, rubbing my hand against my face.

"Can it Poe," I warned him into my communicator.

"We can hear you, can you hear me?" Hux asked now in irritation.

"Look I can't hold forever. If you reach him, tell him Leia has an urgent message for him….about his mother." Poe finished off, having me hear his communicator go off and I looked up at the screen, knowing then that the plan was about to commence.

Poe took off like a bat out of hell, having me watch his mark on the screen go close and fast to the three larger marks that belonged to the First Order, making me lick my lips and see him go about his plan: taking out the surface guns.

"Poe's going with the plan," I explained to Janco on his communicator.

"I'll watch him," he replied back to me as Poe spoke up again.

"Okay I'm taking out the cannons now," Poe illustrated for us, "Bombers, go start your approach."

"Rodger that," Another pilot resounded.

"Keep it tight," I reminded him, "We have a mission."

"Don't have to tell me twice," He resounded smoothly back to me as I could hear him firing still in the background. I could see him glide and roll through the ships without a scratch on him, taking out each surface cannon one by one and doing it with ease. So far he was in the clear, and I wanted him to keep it that way.

"One cannon left," He explained as he was still flying through, "Here they come." I saw TIE fighter float up from the ships, coming after Poe quickly and I knew that was the second wave of our plan. BB-8 was beeping frantically at Poe.

"Yeah, yeah I see them!" He replied to the droid, "Oh no on no! BB-8 my weapon systems are down! We gotta take out the last cannon or our bombe are toast! Work your magic buddy." He instructed his droid as I tapped into his communicator one again.

"Poe, Jancon is on standby to help—" I started, but he interrupted me.

"No, I can do this, Captain. Let me finished this," I tried so hard to bit down my own tongue and not give into yelling at him in front of my mother and having others to hear it too. But before I could rebuttal with him, I heard another command over our intercom.

"The last transport is in the air. The evacuation is complete."

"You did it, Poe," My mother said with a sigh of relief, "Now get your squad back here so we can get out of this place."

"No, General we can do this! We have a chance to take out a dreadnought!" Poe practically pleaded over his intercom. I caudal hear more fighting over the sounds and another TIE fighter being destroyed as it was trying to follow Poe, "These things are free killers, we can't let them get away!"

"Disengage now, Commander. That is an order!" My mother sternly commanded him, having me see the look of agitation on her face. This was not the time for Poe to defy her, it really wasn't since we were trying to stay alive and not get killed from one false move. The next thing I knew he turned his communicator off, having me see my mother sigh and look over to C3PO, who was next to him,"Wipe that nervous expression off your face,"

I looked back the screen, seeing Poe still move smoothly across the top of the ship and I was hoping that I wasn't going to see his dot go off the screen. I waited for what seemed like minutes when it was in fact seconds, finally seeing him move out of the way of the ship. I sighed in relief: he took out all of the cannons.

"Bombers keep that tight formation. Fighters, protect the bombers. It's not every day we get a shot at a dreadnought, so let's make it count." one of the pilots commanded in the intercom. The next wave was to bring the bombs over to take out the ships and slow them down. The X-Wings were going to take out ay TIE fighters that would try to stop the bombers from doing their job, which was another reason that I wished I was out there. I missed being in combat, more than I could admit.

"Copy that, blue leader. We'll give it to them."

"Remember: Get those bombers into a formation and over the target. Any means necessary," I explained in my intercom.

"Rodger Captain!" I heard several responses on their end.

"Fighters, incoming."

More TIE fighters were making their way to our pilots, having me shift from one foot to another. This was among me nervous, very nervous as I couldn't help but with as one by one our bombers were falling and being destroyed. It was all in slow motion, the one plan that we had was now dissolving right in front of our eyes. I was already feeling the small wave of defeat coming over me. We were losing this battle and it felt like hope was not going to be on our side this time. I watched alone bomber was left.

Only one.

"Come on!" I whispered to myself mostly, almost sounding desperate. If we had any sign of hope, it was placed on this one last vessel. The remaining TIE fighters were trying to keep it alive, though they too were flying out of the sky like flies, and I felt my own nails dig into the palm of my hands as the bomber was singing closer and over the top of one of the hips. It was in perfect position.

But nothing was happening. Why wasn't anything happening?

The bomber took a hit, having me hold my breath in thoughts that we were finally going to lose this battle.

"They're aiming their blasters right at us," I heard another official report, in which I instantly looked at my mother in the thoughts that this was going to be the last moments we were going to have alive together side by side. She knew it too, I could see it in her eyes now as we were waiting for something to happen. But nothing did, and my heart was racing faster from the thought.

Finally, after what felt like an age or two, the signal that the bombs left was sounding, and the bomber took its course. The bomber, however, fell to the top of the Dreadnought. I looked up from where I was, seeing out into space where this was all happening and the explosion of fire. it engulfed both the dreadnought and our bomber, almost giving everything and everyone around it a moment to pause and see the event unfold in front of us.

"Direct hit. Dreadnaught down!" There was some cheering to be heard on deck, having me almost sigh in relief as my mother sighed and sat down in her chair, her energy leaving her. It dame em walk over to her now, seeing her rouse her lips and then look at another screen. I watched too, nothing the plenty of red X-Wings and bombers that we lost. It was a heavy toll.

But we still weren't out of the woods yet. I jogged back to my console and tapped the intercom.

"Pilots, get back to the cruisers! Everyone else, make the jump to hyperspace, now!" I commanded, seeing that last part of the plan spring into action. I walked back over to my mother as the cruiser were one was getting ready for the jump, Once I was next to her, I took her hand in my own, feeling grip my hand tightly as we made the jump into Hyperspace.

"We survived," She simply replied in a gruff, having me nod in agreement as we were finally out of there.

"We did all we could do," I reminded her, seeing her finally look at me. She lost some of the shimmer from the past, and I knew it was mostly because of losing my father. It saddened me, namely killed me that she wasn't the same since then.

"It wasn't enough."

I walked down to the docking area where I knew Poe was going to be. Q2 was right on my heel, as always, while I was passing by the surviving pilots. If I talked to him first, I knew I would cushion the blow that could happen between Poe and my mother. My mother, still being fresh on finding out about the relationship between Poe and me, was seeing him as a Commander now since he was promoted. Nothing more or less. I wondered if she even saw him differently since he became the boyfriend of her only child.

Doubtful.

I saw the torn up X-Wings there in the loading bay, one of them being my best friend Janco. He got out of his X-Wing, a bit wrestled up but fine none the less. I sighed in relief, walking over to him as he got down his ladder in a few hops. When he saw me, he grinned from ear to ear as we hugged there in the loading bay,

"That was scary enough, Captain Solo," he replied to me in the hug.

"You had me worried for a second there, old friend. Need I remind you that I need you out there since I'm on console duty," I reminded him, seeing him roll his eyes back at me.

"Not my fault the General wanted to ground you. We needed you out there, some of these rookies are too reckless," he explained.

"Yeah, we lost a lot of them today," I grumbled, seeing him bit his lip. I knew he thought the same thing since he was saying nothing: we had a heavy loss. I looked past him, seeing the back X-Wing I knew very well and the top window opened. Poe.

"I need to talk to our Commander," I explained, walking past him now and weaving through the sea of rebels that were in the bay.

"Take it easy on him!" Jancon warned me, and part of me wanted to. Another part of me wanted to ream him in for not only disobeying an order with the General but being once again a reckless pilot who was close enough to death itself.

"Well done, buddy," Poe said to a fast beeping BB-8 as he got his helmet off. He handed it to one of the workers there as he finally saw me. I was giving him a hard look, in which he knew that he was either in trouble or about to be.

"Hello Captain," He said to me in a polite tone.

"Commander," I said to him, keeping my own voice level, "I would like a word."

"Just one?" He asked, almost in a coy tone as I gave him another look. He sighed, having me see that the playfulness that used to be there after a mission was long gone. This was heavy, we both could feel it.

"Poe," I said calmly and gently, "What I saw back there, that was bad…real bad."

"I know," I replied back in his own calm tone, "But we got one of those things down! That has to count for something,"

"Yes, something. Not all of it. We lost over a dozen pilots, not to mention all the bombers!" I reminded him, "And don't think you're not going to answer to the General sooner than later. I'm only talking to you now to both soften the blow and warn you. It won't be pretty."

"I've dealt with her before, Captain," he reassured me, having me give him an amused look.

"Really? I don't think you've seen her whole set of colors," I wanted. Poe was about to rebuke back at me when BB-8 started frantically chirping at him. Poe was then listening in to what BB-8 was telling him, and I was too. It made me stop in my tracks and look at them both in shock.

Did that droid say what I thought he said?

"Finn….naked…leaking…bag…what? Did you fry a chip?" Poe asked him now as BB-8 answered him, I finally whirled around, hearing what BB-8 said to him and I saw what the droid saw. There was Finn, walking around in a daze with his coma suit that he had on. The fluids from the tubes were leaking all over, and he was walking so slow compared to the others were in a frantic running pace from the recent event.

Finn was awake!

Poe rushed past me, having em finally catch up with him as we were trying to stop Finn as he walked down the hallway, not having a clue as to where he was going. I was glad to see him awake, given the circumstances and how he just woke up on his own with no warning. My talk with Poe could wait for another moment or two.

"Finn!" Poe and I exclaimed as we finally caught up with him. he looked lost in his own face and eyes. Finned looked at the both of us now as Poe spoke up to him "Hey, buddy! It's so good to see you!" More fluids were leaking from his suit, the both of us taking a step back and away from him.

"Let's…uhh. we need to get you dressed. Come on," Poe instructed him calmly as we were walking with him between the both of us, "You must have a thousand questions."

Finn turned, looking at the both of us with his look of daze long gone. He looked determined now, staring down each of us in the eyes with one simple question.

"Where's Rey?"