Summary: The reader is a high ranking officer in the Resistance army that also happens to be force sensitive, as the universe would have it, she gets connected to the Supreme Leader of the First Order.
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The door opened and closed, behind you. Whomever, the person was that entered the room, was radiating with hesitation. You were sitting at the opposite head of the table as General Leia. The Resistance was in the middle of a very important meeting, to discuss the next move against the First Order.
Coming into view, was one of the lower-ranking officers for the Resistance. You hadn't gotten around to introducing yourself to him, the feeling of guilt washed over you. That was something that you liked to know, you prided yourself with getting to know each of your fellow officers.
"I..I..I'm sorry to disrupt." His nervousness was evident in his voice. "One of the pilots has requested the presence of Colonel Y/L/N." He spoke addressing the Resistance army.
Without looking at Leia, you could tell that she was sending a skeptical look your way soon replaced by a smirk.
The Captain and Leutient weren't all too pleased that you were requested elsewhere, allowing you to get out of the meeting.
"Wait a minute here." The Captain spoke in a stern tone. "Why does this...this pilot need Colonel Y/L/N, and not someone else?"
The officer stood, with widened eyes, as the color drained from his face.
"Colonel Y/L/N, is too important to this meeting to go off and deal with some mediocre assignment." Huffing, he crossed his arms while leaning back in his chair. "Someone else should go."
"Enough," Leia spoke up. "That is nonsense." She cleared her throat before locking eyes with you. "Miss Y/L/N was requested. I will fill you in later. Now go."
Curtly nodding your head, you quickly gathered your belongings before rushing out of the room, with the officer on your heels.
Once the door was shut, you turned toward the officer. "Colonel Y/L/N." You spoke, holding your hand out. "But everyone just calls me, Y/N."
Nodding, the officer accepted your hand gently shaking it. "Private Smith."
As you walked side by side, you continued the small talk. "Do you prefer being called that, or do you go by something else?"
Clearing his throat, he nervously scratched the back of his neck. "Well.. Everyone else in the ranks either calls me Dave or Jak. Because I'm from Jakku."
Nodding your head, you smiled at him in which he warmly returned. "Okay, Jak."
Continuing the venture through the halls, you continued the conversation, until you heard two voices that belonged to your two best friends.
