"Trap." Poe dashed to the door, one arm pressed to his side. "For the Order."

"Will it recognize you?" Kyja's feet were planted firmly, gun trained on the slowly closing door as the sound of creaking and crunching metal grew closer.

"Unlikely," he groaned, shoving some debris in front of it and trapping them inside. "That console actually turning on?"

Kyja stared at him as he toppled some large metal tower and it beeped in protest. Just turn around. Just turn around and look.

He already had his back to her; she trusted him! What was the big deal?

Her feet were locked in place.

Slam.

Poe drew his own gun and began shooting through the small gaps that had appeared at the edge of the slowly crumpling door.

"Big Guns?"

You're our girl, too. Do not leave us, Ky. Fight.

She had to attack. She had to save herself.

She took a step forward.

"Lissiri!"

A little family portrait flickered in her memory. A second, almost identical.

The same two parents. A different baby girl.

What shoes had she been born to fill?

"KYJA."

A hand hit her chest-she'd walked into it. She stared at the frantic rebel as he turned back to fire a few more blasts. The door was singed with the times he'd missed.

"You're the tech. Not me. Can you get the console to work?"

"I'm supposed to fight," She said nonsensically. "I can't let them take me."

She saw his eyes on her face, reassessing who she was. Probably imagining tragedy that hadn't happened. Or wishing she would just argue with him so he could convince her. But she didn't have an argument. She just had a lifetime of orders drilled into her.

A lifetime of being told that you couldn't turn your back and let things happen.

Kyja closed her eyes. What was she doing?

"Hey, I'm here. Kyja, I'm with you."

They snapped open again. She looked at Poe like she'd never seen him before.

"Console?" Poe asked. A large blade was through the door, puncturing various parts of the blockade. Smoke was starting to swirl the room.

"Right."

Kyja couldn't quite bring herself to holster the gun but she did march back across the room. The console was on, blinking and waiting for login. Waiting for her.

She pulled the wires and tools from her pockets and got to work.

There were sounds of the struggle behind her. The sizzle of severing wires. A gasp of pain. She made herself ignore it.

The programming was no match for a hacker who'd taken on the Empire. The screen flashed and she was typing, searching files, downloading and editing and turning off anything that might be accepting a signal.

Not that one. No. Not that. Maybe...

The noise behind her abruptly stopped.

Kyja turned just as Poe seized her and shoved them both behind the last remaining furniture in the room. She let him pull her into a crouch and he wrapped his arms over both their heads.

Above them bit of shrapnel flew, slamming into the wall as the droid outside collapsed against Poe's tower. There was smoke stinging her eyes and blood trickling from a reopened wound on Poe's face.

Poe's face.

He was so close she could feel his breath on her cheek, his knee pressed against hers.

He looked so tired.

"Do you have any siblings?" Kyja asked.

He pulled back, arms lowering as the room quieted. 

"What was that?"

Kyja's legs gave out and she collapsed backward against the table behind her. The console was still, somehow, whirring away. She rubbed a hand against her forehead and found that a large chunk of her dark hair was loose against her face.

"No." Poe said finally. "Only child."

"Mm." Kyja closed her eyes, trying to settle her breathing. "Why am I not surprised?"

He gave her a laugh. Maybe that meant he forgave how she'd acted.

"Why do you ask, Big Guns?" The rebel pulled himself painfully across the floor, settling to lean against the wall across from her. He stretched out his legs so that their feet bumped against each other. "You come from a big family?"

"I should have." Kyja smiled suddenly. "Was there any point to that fight?"

"Maybe." Poe shrugged. "What do you mean, 'should have'?"

He already looked so sad for her.

He already looked like he understood.

"It's not what you're thinking," Kyja said distantly. "Nobody died." Her mouth pinched. "Papa is second in command of our little merc band and Mom is off being a medic... somewhere."

"When did you see them last?" Poe asked. He seemed very familiar with the look on her face as she shrugged.

"More recently than..." She stopped, not sure how to phrase it. "I never met my sister." She said.

She stared glumly at the floor.

Too much. She'd admitted too much.

Poe's posture was casual as he mulled that over. Thought back to the puzzle pieces. Tried to pick apart what was and wasn't true.

"Where is your sister?" He asked finally. He was pretty sure he knew.

"She was taken. As a baby." Kyja looked up, a grin locked on her face. A grin that was more bared teeth than happiness. She laughed. It was a strange sound. "By the First Order."

"And you want to find her," Poe said.

"Yep."

"How..." He stopped himself. He'd met one stormtrooper willing to leave, hadn't he? Who was to say Big Guns' sister wasn't another Finn? "Well. Alright."

"Alright?"

"I'm sure we can work something out. Probably a simpler request than the credits, honestly." He jostled her foot with hers again, trying to make her smile turn genuine.

She shook her head, pretending exasperation. "We have to get out of this room first, rebel." But her face had relaxed.

He pushed himself to his feet and held out a hand.

"We're both rebels now, Guns."

She took his hand.

She didn't argue.