Finn stormed through the halls of the Preeminence, his mind whirling with frustration. Rey was probably in trouble and he could do nothing about it. It was sickening. For too long he had sat on the sidelines letting others dictate his every move and eventually he decided to fight back. He expected the Resistance to be different but turns out they were just like the First Order; controlling.
He turned a corner and found BB-8 rolling toward him. BB-8 whistled a greeting. Finn sidestepped him.
“Don’t you have something better to do?” Finn asked, continuing to walk.
BB-8 followed him, beeping a reply. Finn sighed with exasperation.
“I don’t know what you’re saying BB-8,” he said.
He rounded another corner where he found a stairwell leading into the depths of the cruiser. He was just about to head down the stairs when BB-8 whistled at him, prodding his leg. Finn whirled.
“BB-8, will you leave me alone?!”
BB-8 beeped loudly, rolling back and forth agitatedly. Finn sighed.
“I don’t know what you’re saying.”
BB-8’s single black eye looked at his surroundings before rolling into the stairway. Finn watched the droid, his eyebrows furrowed with confusion. The droid looked back at him, gesturing his head as if urging Finn to follow.
Finn did as the droid commanded, walking into the stairway. BB-8 pushed the door closed behind him before looking up at Finn. A mechanical arm slid out of one of his compartments and he began to gesture at the stairs.
“Are you asking me to sit?” Finn asked.
BB-8 nodded his head. Finn chuckled, sitting on the first step.
“Well at least I know what you’re saying now,” he said.
BB-8 tapped him as if telling him to pay attention before releasing what looked like a projector. A hologram appeared in the space before Finn and his eyes widened, for it was Rey.
She was kneeling as if talking to BB-8. She was wearing a different vest and a satchel was slung across her shoulders. Her expression was kind.
“Finn, if you’re hearing this it means that you’re awake,” she began. “I wish I could say this to you in person but circumstances aren’t allowing that to happen so I’ll make this brief.” She smiled. “If you awake and find that I am gone it’s because I’m going to Luke Skywalker. Oh, there is so much I wish I could tell you but we never got the chance.”
She looked down at her hands. “I think I have…the Force. Actually, I know I have it and, well, I don’t know what to do with it. I’m hoping Luke can help me figure out whatever is happening to me.
“I’m going to miss you while I’m gone.”
Finn gazed at the hologram intently, clinging to Rey’s every word.
“You are so much fun to talk to and you’re such a nice person. When you came to rescue me I didn’t think there would ever be anyone in the galaxy who cared about me so I just want to say again, thank you. And we’ll see each other again real soon. I promise.”
The hologram flickered out of existence, leaving Finn staring at the space where she had just been wet-eyed. BB-8 gazed at him before beeping quietly. Finn smiled, placing a hand atop his head.
“Thanks, BB-8,” Finn said, placing his hand atop the droid’s head.
Finn stood and was about to leave exit the stairway when the door swung inward right into Finn. He was knocked backward just as a diminutive woman carrying a bucket of mechanical supplies tripped over BB-8 and fell into him. They both fell to the ground with a hard thud, the woman landing atop Finn.
Groaning he looked to see who it was who had run into him. The woman had slanted eyes and dark hair tied back into a messy ponytail. Tufts of hair stuck out to the sides of her round face, making her look even more disheveled.
She was gazing at him with a shocked expression that slowly began to grow extremely pleased. He frowned.
“Is something wrong?” he asked.
She blushed. “Oh,” she said, realizing she was still laying on top of him. She hurriedly jumped to her feet, extending her hand to pull him to his feet.
“I’m sorry,” she apologized. “I’ve never met important Resistance people before. I’m Rose.”
“The name’s Finn,” Finn replied.
Rose smiled. “I already know who you are. You’re, you’re…you’re amazing. How you stood up to the First Order the way you did and didn’t get caught or killed is…unbelievable!”
Finn smiled. “I wouldn’t call it unbelievable. It was more like luck.”
The two of them chuckled. BB-8 rolled forward, beeping admonished. Rose laughed, kneeling before the droid.
“I’m sorry for hitting you little Astro. What’s your name?”
BB-8 whistled proudly.
“BB-8,” she said. She smiled. “It suits you.”
“I guess I’ll keep the stairway doors open from now on,” Finn said.
Rose laughed. “Yeah.”
There was a bit of awkward silence before Finn noticed that the supplies from her bucket were still sprawled across the ground.
“So you’re a mechanic?” he asked.
As Rose realized the mess she had made she knelt, hurriedly beginning to place all her supplies back in the bucket.
“Yes, I am. I have the single most boring job on this cruiser,” she grumbled. “All I do every day is stick my nose up pipes all day and hope nothing ever blows up.”
Finn laughed. “No, that’s not the worst job.”
She gazed at him. “What’s worse?”
“Sanitation,” he said matter-of-factly.
She laughed as she picked up her bucket. “Okay, you’re right about that. I wouldn’t want to be a sanitation worker.”
They laughed for a bit before she moved past him to the stairwell. “Well, I’ve got to get to work,” she said. “This cruiser isn’t going to fix itself.”
As she began making her way down the stairs Finn said, “It’s been nice talking to you, Rose.”
She looked at him, smiling shyly. “It’s been an honor talking to you, Finn.” She paused before continuing. “If you ever want to talk again I’ll be down in the Bowels, as you’d expect.”
He grinned. “Sure thing.” With a final nod, she walked the stairs, disappearing from Finn’s view.
BB-8 looked up at Finn with a cocked head before whistling. Finn looked down at BB-8, shaking his head, before leaving the stairwell. BB-8 rolled after him, continuing to say some unknown comment.
Finn turned to his left and was surprised to find Poe running to him.
“What is it, Poe?” Finn asked.
Poe clapped a hand on his shoulder, a broad grin on his face. “I think I know how you can talk to Rey.”