I had never felt fear like this before. The First Order wasn't trying to kill me, they were trying to capture me!? Why?
What had I done? Didn't they usually just blow up Resistance fighters and ships?!

AA-5 beeped and thankfully, extinguished the fire on my wing. "Thanks AA."

Poe started to turn around to fly closer, but Black Six, a young pilot about 20 years old named Braden Daviddson (my own character) interjected. "Black Leader, this is Black Six. You'll get caught with Black Five—"

"I don't really care, Braden!" Poe caught him off, still turning towards me. "I'm not losing her!"

As they continued to argue, Poe coming ever closer, I turned my gaze back to the Finalizer.

Why do you want me?

"Black Leader, go," I suddenley said, feeling suprisingly calm. "Braden's right. You can't help me if you're captured too. They won't kill me."

"Are you kidding me? How do you know that? It's the First Order!" Poe persisted. "They murder in cold blood! You're willing to bet your life on a few words you made up?"

"Go, Poe," I said fiercely. "Get the rest of the squadron out of here." I heard a whoosh out the window and saw more TIEs launching, but none of the two dozen in total now were firing. "Go! Before they start firing! We're not going to get that shipment this way. Maybe I'll get a chance to blow it up from the inside."

Poe hesitated.

I was now barely 20 meters away from the Star Destroyer's docking bay. "POE! GO!" (I know 20 meters might seem like a lot, but it's actually not very far/long. -LRUF)

Poe finally turned his fighter back around and looped back past me, away from the enemy. "I'll be back, Ams. We'll rescue you, I promise. I won't let them kill you. Retreat! Head back to base!" He ordered, and I watched as the rest of my squadron jumped into hyperspace merely seconds before the TIE Fighters surrounded me.

"Turn off your systems and power down," came the crisp, mechanical voice of a First Order pilot. A stormtrooper.

I obeyed and watched as the vibrant lights around me left me in almost pitch darkness, other than the stars and the lights from the giant ship I was now docking in. I rocked and jarred in my seat as my ship met the ground. I stared straight in front of me as two stormtroopers rushed up, wearing their standard armour and carrying heavy weapons.

A moment later, the cockpit hatch lifted and I looked up straight into the helmets of the two stormtroopers, both of whom were pointing blasters at me. What will they do to me when they find out I'm a child—and a girl?

"Hands over your head where I can see them." I was ordered by one of the armour wearing foes. I decided it would be a good idea to obey—or be dead where I sat. "Get out. And slowly."

I slowly rose from my cockpit and stepped out of my beloved X-Wing, hands still raised over my head. "Search him," the loud one ordered the other.

Him? Oh wait, I still have my helmet and googles on. Of course they think I'm a he, you can't tell otherwise, plus I have my short hair tied back.

The stormtrooper patted me down and found my handgun in my belt and my smaller pistol in my boot. Shoot. I would have protested against being patted down, but I was too afraid to. As I carefully looked around the humongous docking bay, only moving my eyes and not my head, like Poe had taught me. At least he's safe. It felt like alll of the other stormtroopers and First Order officers were staring at me, and my ship.

"Hands behind your back." Then I was handcuffed, and forced down onto my knees. I looked up to see Captain Phasma approaching quickly, with brisk steps. She wore stormtrooper armour, except that it was silver, with a purple pauldron.

"Take off his helmet," she ordered crisply, stopping in front of me. I tried to prevent the stormtroopers from taking it by violently jerking my head and neck around, but they wrestled it off my head, and in the process, my ponytail fell out.

"Well, well. What do we have here? A girl? And not very old, by the looks of it," Phasma said. I could hear a little bit of surprise in her voice. She leaned down towards me. "How did you end up in an X-Wing, sweetie? Are you lost?"

"Hardly," I replied, finally finding my voice. "I was in there by choice. I'm the pilot who shot down your first TIE."

"Well then, I must say that I am quite impressed. The Resistance must be running out of pilots, if they're sending children to fight for them." Phasma's electronically altered voice said.

"I'm not a child," I spoke, suprising even myself.

"Then who are you?"

"I'm Black Five, the only girl in my squadron. The youngest person ever in Resistance history to fly a ship, let alone a X-Wing. I was offered the position by General Leia Organa herself."

Now I could almost SEE the surprise in Phasma's helmet-covered eyes. She straightened up. "I'm sure that my superiors will find that VERY interesting. Troopers, bring her to a holding cell and secure her there. Give me her weapons," she held out her hand and received what she had asked for. "I will report to the General and tell him what came of Ren's catch."

The General is General Hux, obviously. And Kylo Ren. Oh my force.

Kylo Ren himself ordered my capture. But why?

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I was led through the Star Destroyer by the same two stormtroopers. They let me walk on my own, but one was on either side of me and both had their blasters pointed at me. I took the opporitunity to look around while I was there, noting things likes vents and air ducts. Poe had taught me this. But then again, he had also hoped that I would never need to use his escape techniques. I'm going to miss him.

I also watched the life around me. Stormtroopers in pairs, squadrons, or alone bustled through the halls, as well as different-ranking First Order officers and droids. Star Destroyers were crazy big, which I already knew, but somehow being inside one made it seem a whole lot bigger.

When we got to the cell block, one trooper unlocked the door and the other shoved me in once it was open. In the middle of the quite large, I must say, cell, was a tilted upright table with restraining bonds.

"Lie down on the platform," ordered a trooper. I sighed and did. The stormtroopers then tightened the metal restraints around my ankles and waist before undoing my handcuffs and strapping my hands to the table as well. My head was secured to the metal head "rest" by forces pulling me down towards it. It was sort of like a insanely strong magnet for my head. At least I was upward, though, instead of straight downwards.

After the stormtroopers were satisfied that I was secure, I was left alone, to do nothing but wait.... And think.

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(Captain Phasma's pov)

Dang! Bet you weren't expecting this! :) -LRUF

I approached General Hux on the bridge. "General," I said, standing at attention. I only spoke again when he turned to look at me. "The X-Wing we captured brought... unexpected results. The pilot is a girl, about 15 or 16 years old, by the looks of her, and is truly Black Five of Black Squadron, according to both her word and her uniform. Sir, she appeared in battle to be almost as good as Han Solo himself."

"Thank you, Captain," came a different voice from behind me. "General, I will deal with the prisoner myself. She is my prize, after all."

"What will you do with her?" asked Hux.

I could almost hear the smile in his voice. "Break her, and gather the information we need. And gain a new ally.

"My Master will be pleased."

Let me know in the comments what you thought and who you think the other guy is! I'm sure you already know though :). May the Force be with you and I hope you enjoyed this chapter!

-LothalRebelUltraFan