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How he’d found the house was something of a miracle, though it would be short lived, he knew. It was tall and white, covered in vines with a rotting porch. Like everything, it was in shambles, but when he stumbled up the steps and opened the door, he was surprised to find it relatively in good shape. He’d learned lots in the past two hours. One: when you were bitten, the rest of the undead left you alone. You already smelled like death, you weren’t of any use. Two: the undead needed no nutrients, so why did they go after people? He still didn’t know. Three: the disease took much longer to take over than he had originally thought it would. 

He went upstairs for some reason. He didn’t make it much father, collapsing at the entrance to one of the bedrooms. He lay there, listening to the sound of birds outside as the brightness faded out of his eyes. He would lose consciousness soon, then he wouldn’t be here anymore. Except that never came. He just lay there, breathing shallowly, listening to his own heartbeat go steadily on, if a little fast. He’d never heard of anyone surviving a bite. Maybe it just too longer for him? He didn’t much care, he was still in a mass amount of pain and he was sure one lung had collapsed. 

He heard a noise from downstairs, a thump followed by footsteps. With a heaving breath that wheezed its way into him and rattled its way out, he drug himself over the floor, looking through the railing with bleary eyes to try and make out the figure on the floor below. He realized suddenly that it was a person. A real, living person. 

“Help...” he wheezed out, followed by a racking cough that shook his whole body. Blood dribbled from the corner of his mouth. 

-wonders the same thing-

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Amelia laid on a plastic creeper (the board with wheels on it that mechanics use) and rolled under the X-wing, pliers and wrench in hand, looking for any flaws to fix. The black squadron had just gotten in from doing a practice flight, so she took it upon herself to check the X-wings, making sure they would be ready for their next flight out. There. A faulty wire. An easy fix. 

It was good to be back at the Resistance base, even better it was good to have his master back as well. After all that had happened on the Star Destroyer BB was more than elated to be safe with his master. They were heroes now which made the little astromech fill with pride. Everywhere he and his master went they’d receive compliments and admired greetings, perhaps it was too much for the little droid to handle, and it was getting to his programming. Little BB always had his own unique personality, most said the little droid could sometimes pass for a human and now...well now he was the same as an overly proud five year old. 

As he rolled around the base letting out little blips of hellos to his supposed adoring fans he remembered Poe had needed him for something. He needed to repair his x-wing, since the last mission they had come back from left the small ship slightly wrecked. He rolled at a great speed zig zagging and zooming through the Resistance base’s occupants. He let out tiny whistles that translated into “sorry” or “coming through!” so as not to harm anyone as he made his way to the main hangar where he knew he’d be able to find his master and their x-wing.

He was distracted for a short while as a mouse droid had taken his attention. On his way to the hanger he watched the tiny droid buzz past him, and instead of heading to do his job he was sidetracked and chased the tiny mouse droid for a bit before heading off back to the hangar. 

Rey had never really learnt how to deal with emotions like excitement, a pit of dread always grew in her stomach whenever the sensation came about as her mind fought to figure out how it was all going to go horribly wrong. She’d restored a ship worth thousands of portions only to have it stolen at the last moment. She’d fled the planet she’d spent a lifetime waiting for her family on only to see the man she left with injured close to death - and to watch a legend die. So much trust and faith had been placed in her hands as the General had personally tasked her with finding her brother and bringing him home. Was she not aware of the extraordinarily bad luck that followed her around? 

She had persevered, fought on as desperately and determinedly as she always did. In the end Rey had found the man she was tasked with finding - the man she believed to be no more than a myth. But he was just a man, and what little time they had to familiarise themselves with each other, she learnt that he was a friendly, kind, old man. A man with a lot of regrets and plenty of advice and support to provide Rey. At the end of the day, he still put the same level of expectation on her as the rest of the Resistance had. 

She understood that this time it was far more than a few thousand portions that she would lose if something went wrong, this was far more serious. The First Order could win, the Resistance and the New Republic could fall, who knew what that meant. 

It was this thought, circling on repeat in her mind, that left her pacing through the halls of the Resistance Base late at night. She couldn’t sleep, wracking her brain for a way to fight and a way to win, to do what was right. That was only half the struggle - adjusting to such a different way of life had been more of a challenge than she had thought. The people and their behaviour’s and emotions were different. Their mannerisms seemed bizarre at times. Sometimes they spoke in words even she didn’t understand. Her mind fought for understanding during the day, and at night tried to figure out how she was meant to succeed. She knew that the Resistance were behind her every step of the way, but the title of Jedi - which she would eventually gain - would place yet more trust and expectation onto her shoulders. 

The night’s on D’Qar were safe, much safer than those on Jakku, and she was glad of it. It allowed her the space and the freedom she had sought for years, no longer having to cater for her homemade imprisonment, and she wandered with curiosity and questions filling her mind every time she came across a new unknown.

The latest unknown was a man, a man that she had seen several times and had heard referred to as Commander Dameron. What she found curious about him now was how she had never come across him at night before, and why he was up at this hour. She remembered him slightly, one of the many new faces she had encountered before she had left to find Luke. They had shared an awkward embrace when the map was completed, and they had gone their separate ways. Despite the late hour, she thought that - perhaps - she should speak to the man. With Finn still unconscious, she was lacking in friendship (and while she had never had friends on Jakku - simply people she could trust, a people she couldn’t - she missed the dynamic and the support of having someone truly by her side).