I'm a little nervous posting this cause it's my first Star Wars fic, but I hope you'll enjoy. Ugh, titles I am horrible at. Not beta'd so any mistakes are my own v.v Hope you enjoy!
Lieutenant Dopheld Mitaka glanced around him nervously as he stalked through the hallways of the Finalizer. He’d accomplished his duties for the day and was now looking forward to packing for the two days leave he had requested. The First Order wasn’t overly fond of granting any of their officers, at any level vacation time, but he’d managed to make a case for himself with General Hux by appealing to the man’s hatred in dealing with Kylo Ren. It was easy enough to gain a small sliver of sympathy when he reminded General Hux that it was Mitaka who had been the one to inform Kylo Ren about the droid escaping them.
General Hux’s wince and dismissive wave of his hand had been a god send. He’d been granted two days reprieve on the nearest planet to them. Iscera wasn’t a large overly populated planet, and that suited Mitaka just fine. He wasn’t really going to be going out much if he had his way.
Once he was safely in his quarters and away from the eyes of any of other First Order members, Mitaka pulled his personal data pad out and quickly logged into the one program he’d never admit he used, even under torture. Spacr.
Mitaka had only joined the popular dating program because he’d heard some of the stormtroopers talking about it. Apparently FN-2187 had been known to use the site quite often before his desertion. Or so the rumours went.
Ignoring that he should have reported said troopers; Mitaka had instead logged on out of curiosity and soon found himself enjoying speaking with others. There was a particular user that he’d logged many hours exchanging messages with darkpilot228.
This man was the reason that Mitaka had requested the two day vacation. He was going down to Iscera’s largest city to meet up with him with the promise that darkpilot228 would make all his deepest desires come true.
When Mitaka checked his messages, he had to fight back an excited smile as he opened the latest one from dartpilot228.
Can’t wait to see you ;)
This was really going to happen! He hurriedly sent a reply,
I’ll be at the hotel soon.
Feeling a bubble of anticipation in his stomach, Mitaka finished with his pack and hurried out of his room. Trying to maintain a neutral façade as he made his way to the hanger where his ship to Iscera was waiting.
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The bar situated in the hotel where Mitaka had booked for his vacation was much more crowded that Mitaka had originally anticipated. At first he could not comprehend why darkpilot228 would wish to meet in such a busy area, but strategically it made sense if the other man was trying not to stand out.
As he wove through the crowd toward the bar, Mitaka noticed some of the other patrons, human and non-human, casting curious and appraising glances his way. It made him feel as though he stood out even though he had changed out of his First Order uniform into a plain long sleeved black shirt and a pair of black trousers. Thankfully, no one approached him, much to Mitaka’s anxious relief. He had very little experience interacting with anyone other than stormtroopers and First Order officers. He would not know how to interact with a civilian; he was already a mess of nerves wondering what he would say to darkpilot228 when he finally met him.
Feeling edgy, he ordered a drink in hopes that it would relax him and make him blend in more. First Order members were not permitted to drink alcohol, so Mitaka casually asked for the same drink that many of the patrons of the bar seemed to be drinking.
As he waited for his drink, Mitaka glanced around, hoping to spot his companion for the next two days. He’d been told to look for a man wearing dark shades and a brown leather jacket. The jacket would be the same one that darkpilot228 had in his rather, at least to Mitaka, erotic profile image. Darkpilot228’s Spacr profile picture featured the man wearing a pilot’s helmet, his nose and pouty lips the only defining features visible under the helmet, and wearing only a leather jacket with a sliver of his chest peaking out between the flaps.
Mitaka found himself flushing at the thought of the image. Even though he couldn’t see darkpilot228’s face in it fully, what he could see was very pleasing to the eye, and Mitaka was sure that he would not be disappointed when he saw the man’s face fully. Thinking about the man only made Mitaka more anxious about meeting him.
When his drink came, Mitaka lifted it up preparing to take a sip in hopes of soothing his uneasy excitement.
“You might not want to drink that,” A smooth voice said from behind him, “Iscarian whisky is known to sheer a couple layers off you stomach lining, particularly if you’ve never drank it before.”
Startled Mitaka turned to face one of the most beautiful men he had ever seen. The man was at least a head shorter than him, with dark curly hair, dark eyes, and tanned skin. He appeared to be older than Mitaka by a few years, but when he thought about it that wasn’t an issue at all for him.
There’s a smile on the man’s face and Mitaka feels a tug of familiarity as he looks down at the man’s lips. “Are you darkpilot228?” He asks brusquely.
The man laugh’s and throws back Mitaka’s drink, grimacing as he does so. “That I am Mr. first lieutenant. You can just call me Poe.” The name seemed common enough, but once again Mitaka felt a sense of familiarity with it as stared at the man.
“You may call me Mika.” Mitaka has never had to use a false name before, and decides on a shortened version of his last name; it will be simpler to recall.
“Well Mika, why don’t I order us some lighter drinks and then we can go up to your room to get a little more comfortable. From our exchanged messages it sounded like you really needed to let off some steam, and I know the perfect way to do it.”
Poe’s easy smile had Mitaka’s heart thumping loudly in his chest and he found himself unable to do anything other than nod repeatedly.
The smile turned into a grin as Poe turned to the bartender and order two electric blue drinks for them. “Lead the way Mika and we can get started.”
Nodding and fighting back a blush, Mitaka leads Poe up to the small yet charming room that he’d booked for his time on the Iscera.
Three hours and ten delicious blue drinks later found Mitaka curled deep into Poe’s arms, sobbing out all of his sorrows.
“I just. . . my superior’s are cruel! They always send me to deal with the worst person in the galaxy!” Sniffling Mitaka tried not to imagine all the harm he’d come to at Kylo Ren’s hands, especially the force chocking. “He’d never kill me but he has no qualms about hitting me, throwing me against things, or chocking me!” The last part ended in a series of loud sobs.
It was nice being held, Mitaka decided, pushing his face further into Poe’s warm chest. On his Spacr he’d listed his desires as just exactly this, being held and comforted; he hadn’t meant to bemoan his lot in life, but now that he’d begun he found it hard to keep his mouth still. He knew part of that was the effect of the alcoholic beverages he had been consuming, but he found himself caring very little about that. It wasn’t as though he was ever going to see this man again after his two day vacation was over. . .the though of which had him feeling even more upset.
Poe said very little as Mitaka spoke, only holding him tighter and rubbing a soothing hand in circles on his back, making the occasional sound to encourage him to continue. When it seemed Mitaka had nothing more to say at the moment, he finally spoke. “If you hate the people who are in charge so much, why don’t you leave and find another job?”
“W-what?” Mitaka jerked away from Poe to look up at him as though he were a basic speaking bantha. “Leave the Fir- my job? No one ever leaves!” But wait, that wasn’t really true anymore, was it? FN-2187 had left the First Order, defected and run away to join the resistance, if rumours were to be believed. “W-where would I even go?”
“I think I know somewhere that would be glad to have you. If you find that you don’t like it there, then they’ll be happy to situate you somewhere else that is more to your taste.” Poe was looking at him with such a sure and comforting gaze, making Mitaka want to believe all of his words.
There was something in Poe’s gaze that lit a spark of recognition. “Oh. . . y-you’re. . .you’re Poe Dameron aren’t you. Black One.” It all made sense now, his Spacr handle, the confidence he had about finding somewhere for Mitaka to be. “You want me to join the Resistance.”
Poe nodded, not looking the least be concerned at his identity being discovered. Not that he’d tried hard to keep it hidden really; Mitaka was just apparently really slow. “If you want to, we could always use more people, and having someone with intimate knowledge of the First Order is very useful.” Mitaka flinched away from him at the phrasing, and Poe’s expression softened. “We won’t expect you to tell us everything you’re not comfortable with, and I promise if you don’t want to stay we’ll find you somewhere safe for you to live out your life.”
Mitaka wanted to believe him, but it was such a farfetched idea. “Is it true about FN-2187? That he went to the resistance?”
“You mean Finn, he’d got his own name and works with us now. He’s healed from the damage Kylo Ren did to him on Star Killer and is fitting in great with the Resistance, and everyone loves him there.” Poe looked fond as he spoke about the former stormtrooper.
Even though he wasn’t trained in interrogation and lie detection, Mitaka could not read any lies in Poe’s face as he studied it. “No doing anything I don’t want?”
Poe nodded with a reassuring smile.
“No torture?”
“The Resistance doesn’t believe in torture.”
That was a little hard to believe, but comforting.
“Will I get to see you around?”
Grinning Poe nodded, “You’ll probably get sick and tired of seeing me before the week is up.” Mitaka found that very unlikely, but didn’t voice his thoughts on it.
“Can I. . .can I keep my own name?” He’d always been Dopheld Mitaka, and even if it may not be the name he was born with, in the First Order it was the only thing that was his.
Poe chuckled and patted his arm. “Of course, we’re not going to make you become someone else to join the Resistance. Like I said, you don’t need to do anything you don’t want to do.”
It sounded all too good to be true and yet. . . what was waiting for him back aboard the Finalizer? A life following commands, constantly being undermined and reprimanded, and even worse dealing General Hux and Kylo Ren. Mitaka had no real desire to deal with either man again, especially Kylo Ren and his Force powers.
It was that more than anything that convinced Mitaka that this was what was best for him. He felt a smile stretching across his face at the thought, he’d never thought ofdoing anything for himself until these last few days and it felt good. “Alright. I’ll do it. I want to join the Resistance.”
“That a boy!” Poe pulled him close and Mitaka felt himself relax into the comfort of the other man’s arms, feeling relaxed for the first time in his life. “As a final kick in the ass to the First Order for you, why don’t we go and run up a huge tab in the bar to celebrate your freedom?”
That sounded pretty good, especially when he imagined General Hux’s enraged face. “Let’s do it!”
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If I haven't lost OP with this, this chapter is supposed to be the first in a series. I have four more parts to it vaguely planned out, so keep your eye out for more!
[Fill] Everyone Needs a Little Spacr [1/5]
Lieutenant Dopheld Mitaka glanced around him nervously as he stalked through the hallways of the Finalizer. He’d accomplished his duties for the day and was now looking forward to packing for the two days leave he had requested. The First Order wasn’t overly fond of granting any of their officers, at any level vacation time, but he’d managed to make a case for himself with General Hux by appealing to the man’s hatred in dealing with Kylo Ren. It was easy enough to gain a small sliver of sympathy when he reminded General Hux that it was Mitaka who had been the one to inform Kylo Ren about the droid escaping them.
General Hux’s wince and dismissive wave of his hand had been a god send. He’d been granted two days reprieve on the nearest planet to them. Iscera wasn’t a large overly populated planet, and that suited Mitaka just fine. He wasn’t really going to be going out much if he had his way.
Once he was safely in his quarters and away from the eyes of any of other First Order members, Mitaka pulled his personal data pad out and quickly logged into the one program he’d never admit he used, even under torture. Spacr.
Mitaka had only joined the popular dating program because he’d heard some of the stormtroopers talking about it. Apparently FN-2187 had been known to use the site quite often before his desertion. Or so the rumours went.
Ignoring that he should have reported said troopers; Mitaka had instead logged on out of curiosity and soon found himself enjoying speaking with others. There was a particular user that he’d logged many hours exchanging messages with darkpilot228.
This man was the reason that Mitaka had requested the two day vacation. He was going down to Iscera’s largest city to meet up with him with the promise that darkpilot228 would make all his deepest desires come true.
When Mitaka checked his messages, he had to fight back an excited smile as he opened the latest one from dartpilot228.
Can’t wait to see you ;)
This was really going to happen! He hurriedly sent a reply,
I’ll be at the hotel soon.
Feeling a bubble of anticipation in his stomach, Mitaka finished with his pack and hurried out of his room. Trying to maintain a neutral façade as he made his way to the hanger where his ship to Iscera was waiting.
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The bar situated in the hotel where Mitaka had booked for his vacation was much more crowded that Mitaka had originally anticipated. At first he could not comprehend why darkpilot228 would wish to meet in such a busy area, but strategically it made sense if the other man was trying not to stand out.
As he wove through the crowd toward the bar, Mitaka noticed some of the other patrons, human and non-human, casting curious and appraising glances his way. It made him feel as though he stood out even though he had changed out of his First Order uniform into a plain long sleeved black shirt and a pair of black trousers. Thankfully, no one approached him, much to Mitaka’s anxious relief. He had very little experience interacting with anyone other than stormtroopers and First Order officers. He would not know how to interact with a civilian; he was already a mess of nerves wondering what he would say to darkpilot228 when he finally met him.
Feeling edgy, he ordered a drink in hopes that it would relax him and make him blend in more. First Order members were not permitted to drink alcohol, so Mitaka casually asked for the same drink that many of the patrons of the bar seemed to be drinking.
As he waited for his drink, Mitaka glanced around, hoping to spot his companion for the next two days. He’d been told to look for a man wearing dark shades and a brown leather jacket. The jacket would be the same one that darkpilot228 had in his rather, at least to Mitaka, erotic profile image. Darkpilot228’s Spacr profile picture featured the man wearing a pilot’s helmet, his nose and pouty lips the only defining features visible under the helmet, and wearing only a leather jacket with a sliver of his chest peaking out between the flaps.
Mitaka found himself flushing at the thought of the image. Even though he couldn’t see darkpilot228’s face in it fully, what he could see was very pleasing to the eye, and Mitaka was sure that he would not be disappointed when he saw the man’s face fully. Thinking about the man only made Mitaka more anxious about meeting him.
When his drink came, Mitaka lifted it up preparing to take a sip in hopes of soothing his uneasy excitement.
“You might not want to drink that,” A smooth voice said from behind him, “Iscarian whisky is known to sheer a couple layers off you stomach lining, particularly if you’ve never drank it before.”
Startled Mitaka turned to face one of the most beautiful men he had ever seen. The man was at least a head shorter than him, with dark curly hair, dark eyes, and tanned skin. He appeared to be older than Mitaka by a few years, but when he thought about it that wasn’t an issue at all for him.
There’s a smile on the man’s face and Mitaka feels a tug of familiarity as he looks down at the man’s lips. “Are you darkpilot228?” He asks brusquely.
The man laugh’s and throws back Mitaka’s drink, grimacing as he does so. “That I am Mr. first lieutenant. You can just call me Poe.” The name seemed common enough, but once again Mitaka felt a sense of familiarity with it as stared at the man.
“You may call me Mika.” Mitaka has never had to use a false name before, and decides on a shortened version of his last name; it will be simpler to recall.
“Well Mika, why don’t I order us some lighter drinks and then we can go up to your room to get a little more comfortable. From our exchanged messages it sounded like you really needed to let off some steam, and I know the perfect way to do it.”
Poe’s easy smile had Mitaka’s heart thumping loudly in his chest and he found himself unable to do anything other than nod repeatedly.
The smile turned into a grin as Poe turned to the bartender and order two electric blue drinks for them. “Lead the way Mika and we can get started.”
Nodding and fighting back a blush, Mitaka leads Poe up to the small yet charming room that he’d booked for his time on the Iscera.
Three hours and ten delicious blue drinks later found Mitaka curled deep into Poe’s arms, sobbing out all of his sorrows.
“I just. . . my superior’s are cruel! They always send me to deal with the worst person in the galaxy!” Sniffling Mitaka tried not to imagine all the harm he’d come to at Kylo Ren’s hands, especially the force chocking. “He’d never kill me but he has no qualms about hitting me, throwing me against things, or chocking me!” The last part ended in a series of loud sobs.
It was nice being held, Mitaka decided, pushing his face further into Poe’s warm chest. On his Spacr he’d listed his desires as just exactly this, being held and comforted; he hadn’t meant to bemoan his lot in life, but now that he’d begun he found it hard to keep his mouth still. He knew part of that was the effect of the alcoholic beverages he had been consuming, but he found himself caring very little about that. It wasn’t as though he was ever going to see this man again after his two day vacation was over. . .the though of which had him feeling even more upset.
Poe said very little as Mitaka spoke, only holding him tighter and rubbing a soothing hand in circles on his back, making the occasional sound to encourage him to continue. When it seemed Mitaka had nothing more to say at the moment, he finally spoke. “If you hate the people who are in charge so much, why don’t you leave and find another job?”
“W-what?” Mitaka jerked away from Poe to look up at him as though he were a basic speaking bantha. “Leave the Fir- my job? No one ever leaves!” But wait, that wasn’t really true anymore, was it? FN-2187 had left the First Order, defected and run away to join the resistance, if rumours were to be believed. “W-where would I even go?”
“I think I know somewhere that would be glad to have you. If you find that you don’t like it there, then they’ll be happy to situate you somewhere else that is more to your taste.” Poe was looking at him with such a sure and comforting gaze, making Mitaka want to believe all of his words.
There was something in Poe’s gaze that lit a spark of recognition. “Oh. . . y-you’re. . .you’re Poe Dameron aren’t you. Black One.” It all made sense now, his Spacr handle, the confidence he had about finding somewhere for Mitaka to be. “You want me to join the Resistance.”
Poe nodded, not looking the least be concerned at his identity being discovered. Not that he’d tried hard to keep it hidden really; Mitaka was just apparently really slow. “If you want to, we could always use more people, and having someone with intimate knowledge of the First Order is very useful.” Mitaka flinched away from him at the phrasing, and Poe’s expression softened. “We won’t expect you to tell us everything you’re not comfortable with, and I promise if you don’t want to stay we’ll find you somewhere safe for you to live out your life.”
Mitaka wanted to believe him, but it was such a farfetched idea. “Is it true about FN-2187? That he went to the resistance?”
“You mean Finn, he’d got his own name and works with us now. He’s healed from the damage Kylo Ren did to him on Star Killer and is fitting in great with the Resistance, and everyone loves him there.” Poe looked fond as he spoke about the former stormtrooper.
Even though he wasn’t trained in interrogation and lie detection, Mitaka could not read any lies in Poe’s face as he studied it. “No doing anything I don’t want?”
Poe nodded with a reassuring smile.
“No torture?”
“The Resistance doesn’t believe in torture.”
That was a little hard to believe, but comforting.
“Will I get to see you around?”
Grinning Poe nodded, “You’ll probably get sick and tired of seeing me before the week is up.” Mitaka found that very unlikely, but didn’t voice his thoughts on it.
“Can I. . .can I keep my own name?” He’d always been Dopheld Mitaka, and even if it may not be the name he was born with, in the First Order it was the only thing that was his.
Poe chuckled and patted his arm. “Of course, we’re not going to make you become someone else to join the Resistance. Like I said, you don’t need to do anything you don’t want to do.”
It sounded all too good to be true and yet. . . what was waiting for him back aboard the Finalizer? A life following commands, constantly being undermined and reprimanded, and even worse dealing General Hux and Kylo Ren. Mitaka had no real desire to deal with either man again, especially Kylo Ren and his Force powers.
It was that more than anything that convinced Mitaka that this was what was best for him. He felt a smile stretching across his face at the thought, he’d never thought ofdoing anything for himself until these last few days and it felt good. “Alright. I’ll do it. I want to join the Resistance.”
“That a boy!” Poe pulled him close and Mitaka felt himself relax into the comfort of the other man’s arms, feeling relaxed for the first time in his life. “As a final kick in the ass to the First Order for you, why don’t we go and run up a huge tab in the bar to celebrate your freedom?”
That sounded pretty good, especially when he imagined General Hux’s enraged face. “Let’s do it!”
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If I haven't lost OP with this, this chapter is supposed to be the first in a series. I have four more parts to it vaguely planned out, so keep your eye out for more!