Repairing Damages | Poe Dameron

High Kick

They had given Poe the rest of the week off once Rey had left to find the General's brother, the famous Jedi Master Luke Skywalker. It came as a surprise to all, including Sola, that the old R2 unit she'd tinkered on previously, without success, had powered itself back on all of a sudden and revealed to them the rest of the map they had been searching for.

Since the destruction of Starkiller, things had been relatively quiet on the surface. Finn, though he had been injured by Kylo Ren and his saber, was stable and in a Bacta-suit slowly recovering. It was unfortunate the mechanic hadn't been able to see him or talk to him properly since he'd joined the Resistance to retrieve Rey, but she hoped that time would come once he was fully recovered. She'd asked Lizzy to keep her updated everyday on his condition, even if her friend thought it was a little unnecessary, she obliged. Sola could see how worried Poe had been over the former Stormtrooper, it was clear the two had developed a close bond since they'd escaped the grasp of the First Order together, and whenever the pilot spoke of the incident, Sola couldn't help but feel the need to give Finn a hug.

It was hard to even imagine growing up in such conditions, ripped away from their family at a young age to serve under a tyrannical regime where order and fear become more important than the welling and lives of the people. It made the incident with all the dead Stormtroopers she'd seen at Maz's Castle even more harrowing. To know they had no choice, and were brainwashed practically from birth.

Wait, since when had she thought about giving people hugs?! Sola wasn't a touchy feely sort of person, usually, up until now at least. Now all she could think about was embracing her friends, and thanking the stars they were still alive.

"The scar"

She'd spotted it the moment they had met outside of the control centre when Poe had returned from Jakku, together with his other wounds. It was still there, small, but prominent on the right upper side of his cheekbone. She couldn't help but wonder if it'll ever fade completely.

Poe turned eyes away from her legs which had been shuffling themselves into her trained fighting stance to cock and eyebrow at her in question.

The mechanic, who stood dressed in her training gear composed of a grey tank top and tight fitting black leggings, replied by lifting a hand and pointing it at her own cheek in emphasis of where it lay on his face, the pilot caught on with a shrug, his own finger coming to skim it with his fingertips.

"What about it?" He mused, unsure of why Sola was so suddenly pointing out the fading injury in the middle of their little training session together. Poe was teaching her how to kick again today.

"N-Nothing it, it just looks...good on you, I guess" She cleared her throat, suddenly feeling foolish for having pointed it out only to give such an awkward reason.

It looked good on him?! What kind of line was that?!

"You think?" His confusion turned smug, humming to himself as if he thought and knew more than he let on while Sola stood, growing nervous and sweaty at his gaze. She shouldn't have said anything.

"Hmm....m-makes you look sort of.." What was the right word here, she needed to pick carefully.

"Handsome?"

"Roguish" Sola corrected, avoiding his eyes so he couldn't pick out the way her mind had instantly agreed with his guess. Definitely, but he looked already handsome without any scars or injuries. A cocky flyboy pilot didn't need to know that however.

"You like the Dangerous type, Sweetheart?" That was defiantly not the reaction she had intended from him, her face burst into flames as she raised her right leg forward to deliver a quick kick to the side of the hanging punching bag.