It didn't take long for the Order to eventually find the location of the dwindling crew, large engines whirring as dozens of enemy ships jet off into their direction. You looked up, feeling a pinch in your side as you hobbled your way across the rough terrain. A small groan of discomfort whispered near your ear, forcing you to move faster. 

     'Are we almost there?'. Eyes drifting downwards, you look at the man you are currently trying to drag with you back to base sign weakly with his hands. Rolling your shoulders, you attempted not to wince as large pieces of rubble pinged off your calves. Another round of shots erupted from behind you, and your mind went into auto-pilot. 

"Almost buddy...just stay with me a bit longer, okay Jax?". 

     Dust filled your lungs as you darted around, irked by having to leave so many crew members behind. How many had the Order taken away from you now? Hundreds? Thousands? You longed for the days when you were still a clean faced, bright recruit, sure that with enough hope the Resistance could end tyranny that had gripped the galaxy for years. Jax stiffened as the shots got closer, whipping his head around. 'How close are they!?'.  Pain shot up through your veins as you staggered around, relieved to see some form of cover on the godforsaken planet your crew had been assigned to. Your voice simmered to a whisper as you kicked away stray sticks and branches, ignoring the streaks of blood that had been drying upon your open skin. "We're in a forest now, Jax. Everything is going to be okay." Noise of disagreement met your ears, but the man settled down, blue eyes glimmering with tears as he clutched on to you tighter. 'It sure as hell doesn't feel okay, Y/N. If a soon to be blind guy can tell that, than there's something wrong with your common sense.' Huffing, you crouched through the fog until the battle behind you became white noise, taking short breaths of air before sliding him off your back and setting him against a tree. You eyed his wounds and assessed them quickly, rolling out a grungy roll of bandages from your back pocket. You thought best that you didn't mention the fact bone was showing.

     "Well, this is going to hurt like hell, so I'm gonna talk you through it Jax." He rolled his eyes, drooping his neck and ignoring the sweaty curls that settled over his eyes. "I said I was going to protect you, for your mother's sake. You did good out there, for a pilot that is." You were relieved when the slightest moment of sass reigned through his body language, jutting his lips out before coughing. Tiny specks of blood sprayed across your chin. 'You ground troopers always think you're the best just cause you get the longer missions.'  Lifting his legs, you wrapped the bandages as quickly and gently as you could, growing wary of the fluctuations of screams and gunfire seeming to surround you whole. He winced as you prodded the bruises, muscles flexing and relaxing in an attempt to not scream. "Once we get back, I'm asking Poe to take it from here. You're not leaving without a proper amount of rest." Before Jax could respond, you pressed a finger to his lips. "You're lucky I didn't send you back as soon as I found out you were here against orders." A moment of silence passed as you finished bandaging up your friend, patting his shoulder before looking up. All that could be seen was fog and trees. "I'm planning on getting us back alive, so let's try to keep it that way." You begun to search your pockets for some form of communication, letting out a soft line of curses after failing to find a comm. 

     'Where is the rest of the crew?'. Jax struggled to find you due to the lack of noise. You wondered how he managed to even keep his position, let alone stay alive, due to his injuries of his sight. You sighed. "I don't know, Jax. We got separated earlier on...once the news the Order had sent fleets here had arrived, it was already too late. A couple of people stayed behind to keep them back, but we're outgunned. Everyone scattered." Searching your boot, you let out a a brief exhale of relief towards the foreign object that had been jabbing your foot--a comm. It was short lived as you noticed the sparks signaling it was broken. "At this point, I have reason to believe that we are on our own, and must get to base for restock of supplies before we can even attempt to look for survivors." You didn't bother to even look at Jax for you knew what he was thinking. "Anyone that was closer to the incoming enemy fleets are either dead or deep in hiding, so we won't have luck going in there blind."

    'And if they need us?' A pained look crossed your face as you messed with the wires of the broken comm, sucking your fingertips every time you got shocked. 'If they need us to go back to save them, what do we do? We leave? There was an entire village there. If who I'm thinking is leading--'. You cut him off by holding his hands, not letting go of your grip until he relaxed. There was still evidence of tension, and it made your gaze soften. "There is no Kylo Ren, or "Knight of all Knights", Jax. Do you not remember what commander said? He's just a legend. Just a figure of imagination, a...way of the Order trying to scare it's people. Besides, such people don't exist, it's not possible. The only way they are winning is because they have materialistic luxuries we do not have and enough hatred to swallow them whole. Nothing more, nothing less." It had become deathly silent, and you feared of what that may mean. "You need to rest before you start getting delusional...I'll keep watch. We'll head out by dawn. Who knows how much ground they've covered now." With a defeated slump, Jax slid down the tree, curling to his side. You slid off your jacket and covered his weakened limbs before looking around alertly, twiddling around with the comm before trying to think of a plan. You had a gun with only ten shots in it left, a few grenades, and a smoke bomb. As much as you hated it, you would not be able to play the game as offense. But I made a promise to bring him back ALIVE. I can't be reckless. You held his hand tightly before watching him slip into slumber, throat tightening at the results of your failure. He wouldn't have been injured in the first place if  you had just reported him earlier. 

"Sorry, Jax.", you whispered, rubbing your arms quickly to obtain some heat. You were surrounded by nothing but silence...or so you thought.