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Ever since the fighters, pilots and ground soldiers alike, had returned from their latest mission in keeping the First Order from gaining the power they so desperately sought over the whole of the galaxy, word had spread among the Resistance base. Word that during the fight a prisoner had been captured. But it wasn’t just any prisoner. They had said that he claimed to be a Jedi. One of the last trained years ago by none other than Luke Skywalker himself. But because of the location he’d been discovered, he was to be kept under surveillance. Away from any members of the resistance, apart from General Leia and anyone she thought was fit to handle him. But as soon as the words had reached Rey’s ears, being kept away from the only other possible Jedi left like her wasn’t an option. She needed to see this person with her own eyes. See that it wasn’t just Jedi like the ones from the First Order that existed. That the legends she’d been told of the Light side, and Jedi that were good, really existed.

Peeking around the corridor’s edge, checking that the coast was clear of any persons that may stop her in her tracks before she could even reach the doors of the medical bay, Rey hesitated for a moment longer. Before finally stepping out into the corridor after deeming it finally safe. As she moved towards the doors, ones that she had been through a number of times before to visit Finn, she made sure to check her surroundings every so often. Being here wasn’t the smartest idea in the world, especially if he did turn out to be of the First order. But there was a chance he wasn’t and that was all Rey needed for the curiosity in her to take over.

Just as she had stepped through the medical bays main doors and towards the closed off room just to her right. Her hand reached out towards the control panel to open the sliding door, it slid open. Stalling her abruptly. She braced herself for General Leia’s features, or features of another she recognised, to focus back on her. But her eyebrows rose up in shock as she was instead met with features she didn’t recognise. It was him. It must be. It wasn’t until a few moments of shock filled hesitation that past that she realised. What was he doing. Her features suddenly fell serious as her hand dropped, and her back straightened, ready to act if needed. “What do you think you’re doing? You can’t think you can just get up and walk out of here that easily, you’re a prisoner—Right?”

As soon as the words ‘guard,’ ‘you’ and ’24/7’ fell from her father’s mouth, Nora had hated the thought of being watched almost every hour of every day. She had known it had been in the works for a while. She wasn’t blind to what her father did for a living and what kept them comfortable in their apartment, an apartment situated in a part of the bustling city where anyone who was anyone wanted to live. She knew what really went on behind closed doors of her father’s business, at least to some extent. So of course, protection for his one and only child would of been a given. Though Nora had somehow convinced him that she didn’t need protection. That she didn’t need someone following her around 24/7, because she was fine. She could handle herself. At least she thought she could. But it seemed that the countless close calls that had happened over the past few months were finally taking their toll. Nora was to be assigned a bodyguard. Someone to stop anything from happening to her father’s precious daughter. Nora hated it, but she knew better than to argue with her father. Though it didn’t mean she couldn’t argue with, and make things hard for, whoever was assigned to her.

A short huffed breath escaped the small, slight brunette as she moved down the corridors of her father’s office. After being told she was to be here at 3:00pm on the dot. Well, it was now 3:35pm and she was just pushing open the office door. Desperate to extend what felt like an impending doom for as long as she could. Her eyes immediately focused on her father, who sat behind his desk, and her arms came to fold across her chest tightly. “Before you go through with this, stupid and greatly unneeded, whole protection—body guard—whoever the hell you’ve picked out. I’m going to say this one last time, I don’t need protection. There have been close calls, yeah, but I’m alive aren’t I? I’m standing in front of you and—” It was only then that she paused and finally acknowledged the other man standing to the side. God, he stood out like a sore thumb. “And apparently the bloody hulk. Couldn’t of chosen a slight more inconspicuous person. You may as well write, ‘take me, my father will pay for me,’ across my forehead. I’d be safer on my own than with him.” She huffed, her hand gesturing extravagantly out towards the still nameless man.