MONOCHROMATIC [A POE DAMERON X READER STORY]

part 3; chapter six

Once again, you were travelling across the hot desert. C-3PO had become increasingly more difficult to deal with as you grew hotter and more exhausted in the search for Ochi's ship. 

"We cannot possibly fly in that old wreck," C-3PO said.

"We gotta keep moving," he said, beginning the difficult climb on top of the rock foundation that the ship was on. "Find someone who can translate that dagger. Like a helpful droid."

"I suggest we return to the Millenium Falcon at once!" he cried. 

"They'll be waiting for us at the Falcon," Poe said.

"Yeah," Finn said. "They'll throw us in the Pits of Griq."

"Yeah," Poe laughed, "and use you as a practice droid."

"You both make excellent points, at times," C-3PO replied, uneasy. 

"They're just messing with you," you told him with a smile. "Don't take it too personally."

"Up you go, sweetheart." Poe stood in front of a part of the rock and cupped his hands. You braced yourself up on his shoulder to give yourself a boost to where you could climb over the rock. "You good?"

"I'm good," you said, lifting yourself up with a grunt. You turned and reached down for Poe's hand. As you took it, you noticed Rey looking out at the horizon. "Rey?"

"What is it?" Finn asked her. 

"I'll be right behind you," she whispered to him. She handed over her bag and staff. Her eyes met yours and she gave you a brisk nod. "It's okay."

You didn't know what else to do. You pulled Poe up as Rey left. 

Ochi's ship opened surprisingly easily. Rushing in, weapons ready, Poe was already running to see what the ship had to offer; what needed fixed, whether or not it was able to fly at all. "Let's see what we got." He flicked something and lights buzzed loudly, sputters of blue emitting from them. They flickered, but they stayed on. "Let's get those converters fired up."

As you powered on the ship, remembering everything Poe taught you with ease, you smiled. He caught your eye and nodded encouragingly. "Look at that," he praised. The ship was buzzing with life. 

Finn, on the other hand, was more than distracted. You recognized the pain in his eyes. He didn't even need to speak for you to know what was wrong, but he said it anyway. "Where is she?"

Rey was standing in the middle of the vastness of sand. She was still just staring. You didn't understand what she was doing and you couldn't pretend to know. Rey was strange. You loved her and thought of her as one of your best friends, but she was strange. 

"She told you that it was okay, and we need to trust her," you said, nodding. "She'll be back." You turned your attention to checking over the ship, wanting to see what it was you would be working with in here.

"Finn, help me out over here."

Finn sighed. "Chewie, go tell Rey we gotta go."

You dropped down in the co-pilot's chair as Poe sat down in the pilot's seat. Finn stood over you, staring out the viewport. Waiting. 

Minutes passed, and Chewie and Rey still hadn't returned. Finally, you were growing anxious at their absence as well. 

"What's she doing?" Poe asked, still putting things together. "Where's Chewie?"

All of a sudden, Finn simply said, "It's Ren."

Your blood went cold. Poe looked up from his hands. Finn was up and running out of the ship, and as you looked out the dusty glass, a gasp of pain left you. Chewie was being pushed inside of the ship by two First Order stormtroopers, who poked him with their weapons. He had restraints on his wrists and around his neck, like he was an animal.