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Y/N followed the guard in front of her as they walked down the ramp and onto the loading platform. She kept her eyes straight ahead, but did her best to memorize the details of her surroundings. If she was going to escape, she had to plan for every eventuality, identify every opportunity. This Resistance scum wouldn’t be able to hold her for long.
“Commander Connix.” The guard escorting her greeted a young blonde woman who looked far too young to be of such a a high rank. “Where would you like us to take the prisoner?”
“General Organa will want to speak with her as soon as possible. Take her to the interrogation room and assign two guards.”
“Yes, Commander.” The guard replied, and Y/N followed the guard as he led her to a small, nondescript room on the base. She had counted the steps and turns from the landing platform, though she could sense that this would not be her moment of escape. She let the guard attach her restraints to the single chair in the room and settled in to wait.
Before long, the door opened and General Organa entered, flanked by a man she vaguely recognized from First Order communiques.
“Captain Y/L/N.” General Organa greeted, taking a seat across from her. Y/N didn’t reply, instead staring past the General’s shoulder to the wall behind her. “This is Colonel Poe Dameron.” The General continued, gesturing to the man behind her. “Is there anything we can do to make you more comfortable?”
Y/N moved her gaze from the wall to the General, meeting the older woman’s eyes with a raised eyebrow.
“I’m a prisoner, and you’re worried about my comfort?”
“You are a person, Captain Y/L/N, and we will treat you as such.” General Organa replied. “All we want is information on why you were on Moralia, and why the First Order is interested in an insignificant mining planet.”
“I won’t tell you anything.” Y/N replied, disgust clear on her features. “The First Order is going to destroy what’s left of your worthless Resistance, we are the ultimate power in the galaxy.”
Y/N watched as the General sighed, shaking her head before turning her gaze to Poe.
“Put her in the holding quarters, make sure that she has anything that she needs, Colonel.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Dameron replied, waiting for the General to exit the room before moving to detach her binders from the table. “Come with me, Captain.”
“I know you.” Y/N said as they walked down the hall, the Colonel’s grip tight but not painfully so on her arm. “You’re that pilot, the one the traitor helped escape. FN-2187”
“His name is Finn, not FN-2187.” Poe replied gruffly as they turned down another corner. “And he’s not a traitor, he’s a hero.”
“I can’t wait to see what they will do to him when he’s captured. If I were you, I would hope he doesn’t survive whatever the Supreme Leader has planned for you.”
“This is your room.” Dameron replied, pressing a series of numbers into the datapad by the door that Y/N couldn’t follow. “There will be a guard stationed here at all times. If you need something, ask them.” The door opened and Y/N leaned her head in, surprised to find that she was looking at tiny, but comfortable, living quarters instead of a prison cell.
“You aren’t going to put me in a cell?”
“We don’t have cells.” Dameron replied. “And even if we did, putting you in one wouldn’t really endear you to us, would it?”
“You think you’re going to endear yourselves to me? You’re rebel scum.” Y/N replied, stepping into the room and turning to face the Colonel.
“Oh, I think we’ll grow on you.” Dameron said with a crooked smile. “We’re like a fungus in that way.” He added before locking the door shut.
For the next four days, Y/N stayed in her room, content to stew in her hatred and anger. Like clockwork, three meals were delivered to her guard every day, along with a new set of clothing and sleep clothes. The General never came to visit her again. In fact, no one had interrogated her since the brief questioning from General Organa when she had first arrived. She had been given limited access to the holonet, able to see the news and goings on of the galaxy, but unable to reach out herself.
She watched with pride as news report after news report told of the victories of the First Order, as their power and influence spread across the known universe. Their new Supreme Leader, Kylo Ren, had established a new hold on Coruscant, the last remaining Republic stronghold. She was preparing to turn the holo projector off when the news switched to the streets of Coruscant, where it showed the poorer citizens attempting to clean up the destruction left in the First Order attack’s wake. Buildings were burning and crumbling, as people of all species frantically searched for those they knew. The camera centered on a young Chitanook father, clutching what looked to be the body of their dead child, crushed under the rubble of their home. Y/N shut the holo projector off with a forceful smash of the power button, looking away as she tried to rid her mind of the image. This was war, and innocents dying was always the cost of war. If the Republic had simply surrendered to the First Order years ago, those lives need not have been lost.
A knock at the door pulled Y/N from her thoughts. It was too early for one of the guards to bring her a meal - the only time she had a visitor.
“Enter.” Y/N said, and the door opened to reveal Colonel Dameron.
“Captain Y/L/N.” Dameron greeted. “How are you today?”
“”Why do you care?”
“You’re a guest of the Resistance.”
“I’m a prisoner.” Y/N snapped back.
“Not if you don’t want to be.”
Y/N raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms over her chest at that comment.
“If I don’t want to be? What, are you just going to let me go?”
“No, of course not.” Poe replied, dropping down into the chair that stayed near her desk. “But, I’m hopeful that you’ll eventually see things our way.”
“You think I’m going to become one of you? I’m not a traitor, I am loyal to the First Order.”
“You’ve been taught nothing but loyalty to the First Order. Our hope is, once you see the truth of their evil, that you’ll come to the Light.”
“What are you, a Jedi now?”
“No, not even close.” Poe replied with a chuckle. “But I do believe in the good of the universe, and I believe that there’s good in you. Have a good day, Captain.”
With that, Y/N watched silently as Poe stood up, nodding toward her before moving toward the door.
“Wait!” Y/N exclaimed, wringing her hands as she avoided Poe’s gaze. “If I…If I wanted to speak to the traitor, could that be arranged?”
“To the traitor? No. To Finn? I’ll see what I can do.”