This got a lot out of hand and I tweeked a lot of the timeline and what happens at Starkiller to fit it to what I needed. Thanks again to all the readers and everyone who commented!!!
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Poe hums softly to the babies growing within him, rocking himself as best as he can with his chained ankle. Both his hands are settled on his stomach, rubbing it in circles in hopes that it will help the little ones calm. He doesn’t know why but they’ve been agitated for most of the morning, shifting and kicking, their constant moving keeping Poe from getting any rest.
Rest which Poe so desperately needs right now.
Kylo had been rougher than usual the night before, taking extra time and effort to show Poe all manners of horrors as he violated him. Poe’s mind had been assaulted by images of Yavin IV burning, of the Resistance Base on D’Qar being burned and everyone he loved dead. Kylo had taken the knowledge of the base’s location from Poe’ mind months ago and Poe still doesn’t know the fate of the Resistance because withholding that knowledge is another form of torture that he readily uses against Poe.
If it weren’t for the tiny waves of comfort and love from the twins, Poe may have finally given into despair under the onslaught. This was apparently what Kylo ha been aiming for because he didn’t stop his assault until Poe had passed out and couldn’t be revived again, which had occurred several time during the night.
It wasn’t until the next ‘day’ that Poe regained consciousness, opening his eyes to the too bright lighting of the medical bay. As he tried to puzzle together what had happened he could hear the doctor he usually dealt with berating Kylo in the background. The man was telling him that he needed to keep Poe healthy and to stop pushing him so hard if he didn’t want Poe to miscarry. The children’s survival was dependent on Poe’s health, and not just his physical health.
The words surprised Poe considering the man was part of the First Order, and was generally brusque and almost cruel when dealing with Poe. Then again perhaps he was just worried about his won skin, if Poe or the babies didn’t survive the man’s life was likely forfeit.
The lecture was cut off by the sound of choking and Poe could hear Kylo growling at the doctor that was the man’s responsibility to ensure that Poe was healthy enough to carry Kylo’s children to term. If he couldn’t do so then Kylo could easily have him replaced. Both the doctor and Poe knew that Kylo did not mean he would have the doctor resigned.
Even with all his anger and threats, Kylo did heed the doctor’s advice and allowed Poe to rest and recuperate. Poe hadn’t seen head or tail of Kylo in hours. He didn’t even see PC-4255 more than twice; both times for meals as well as a supervised bath, which Poe would have enjoyed more if the stormtrooper hadn’t been watching him the entire time. He didn’t even know if PC-4255 was male or female, the trooper never said anything to Poe.
At least the meals were pleasant. Lunch had consisted of a sandwich made of what Poe suspected may be Endorian chicken, it was absolutely divine. Dinner was a vegetable platter that Poe suspected Kylo had either made himself, or supervised the making of; because it was a dish right out of Poe’s past. It was something Poe’s mother used to make for special occasions, particularly when the Organa-Solo family used to visit.
The sight and taste of it brought tears to Poe’s eyes. He’s spent the better part of dinner trying not to cry while PC-4255 had watched him eat. It wasn’t until afterward that Poe had finally allowed himself to grieve in the knowledge that he’d likely never see Yavin IV or his father again.
He’d fallen asleep crying only to be woken up when the babies started to become restless.
Poe is sure that’s it late in the night, or the sleep cycle; Poe hasn’t seen actual daylight since he left D’Qar on his mission to Jakku. He’s not even sure where he is outside of Kylo Ren’s private chamber. He knows that he was on the Finalizer at some point but after a second round in the torture chamber he’d passed out again and woken up in these rooms.
One of the baby’s kicks particularly hard and Poe hisses as he presses his hand against his side. “It’s alright little ones. . .everything’s okay.” Poe ignores the way his voice cracks as he says the words. “You just need to settle down.” I need to sleep he adds mentally, I’m just so tired.
Almost as if they can hear him the babies settle and Poe could almost cry in relief because maybe he can finally get the rest he so desperately craves.
He’s just settling down, trying to find a semi-comfortable position to lay down in when sirens start going off. Startled he sits up, looking around himself and wondering just what the hell is going on.
[ENEMY ATTACK; ALL HANDS TO STATIONS]
Poe’s as excited as he is terrified, because conceivably there is only one faction that would risk an attack on the First Order and that’s the Resistance. He’s terrified because he knows that if the Resistance does succeed that it’s going to mean his death because no one even knows that he’s alive.
If that’s what success for the Resistance and freedom for Poe means, Poe is ready to accept that.
“This may be the end of the line for us.” He whispers to the babies, placing his hands on his stomach. “That might just be for the best anyway.” He’s more than ready for his ordeal to finally be over.
The babies don’t take well to that and once again they’re squirming inside of him and instead of it just being uncomfortable now it’s downright painful. “Shhh, I’m sure it’ll be quick there won’t be any pain.” At least Poe hopes it won’t be painful because he’s so tired of being in pain. “We’ll be free of all of this.” His words aren’t soothing them at all, instead of talking he starts singing one of the songs that his mother used to sing to him when he was upset or scared during the stormy nights on Yavin IV.
“Little child, be not afraid The rain pounds harsh against the glass Like an unwanted stranger There is no danger I am here tonight”
The song seems to be working, slowly the babies are settling once again and Poe can feel them reaching out to him with the Force. The touch feels different than the soothing comfort he’s used to but Poe doesn’t realize it; his attention is divided between calming the babies with song and listening to the sound of the blaring siren.
Little child Be not afraid Though thunder explodes And lightning flash Illuminates your tearstained face I am here tonight
There’s the sound of feet running past the door, Poe ignores it. It’s not as though anyone is coming to his rescue.
And someday you'll know That nature is so This same rain that draws you near me Falls on rivers and land And forests and sand Makes the beautiful world that you see In the morning
Poe voice cracks and suddenly he’s crying, leaning over and curling his hands around his stomach. “I’m so sorry.” He tells the babies brokenly. “You deserve so much better than any of this. It’s not your fault that your father is a Sith and that I’m little more than a broken shell of a person. Now you’re not even going to get to experience all the joys of life because of us.”
The sirens become background noise as Poe sobs releasing all the emotions he’s tried to keep hidden deep within him since the night Ren found him on Jakku. Eventually the there are no more tears and Poe just keeps whispering ‘I’m sorry’ over and over again.
He almost misses the sounds of someone stopping outside of the door to the room. He doesn’t miss the sound of people arguing loudly.
“This is the room, I can feel the presence of the Force signatures coming from inside.”
“The doors sealed shut how are we going to open it?”
“I don’t know wise guy, maybe a blaster shot or-”
There’s an unfamiliar sound almost a thrumming and then the sound of sparking electronics as the door suddenly slides open and Poe is left staring wide eyed as Han Solo enters the room looking equal parts annoyed and impressed. “Or a lightsaber, that works to. You’re still a damn show off Luke.”
Oh and Luke Skywalker is entering after Han followed by an unfamiliar girl and a dark skinned man.
“F-Finn?” Somehow the sight of the stormtrooper that tried to save him is more shocking than seeing the man he risked everything to find a map to, and the father of his tormentor standing in the doorway.
Apparently he’s not the only one who’s surprised because Luke and Han are staring at him in surprise. It’s Finn who breaks the silence as he steps into the room. “Poe? Poe Dameron?! You’re alive?!” Suddenly he’s rushing over to Poe, pulling him into a hug, or trying to until he’s stopped by Poe’s obviously distended stomach. “What? Oh? Ohhhh. . .”
Poe wants to feel ashamed but he’s well past that now, instead he pats Finn on the shoulder and turns to the two older men. “Master Luke, Mr Solo, what are you doing here?” It doesn’t feel right referring to Han Solo as familiarly as he used to, once he’d been uncle Han and now. . . well soon it may very well be grandpa Han if they make it out of here.
“Apparently we’re here to save you. Kriff kid Leia thought you were dead. . . what happened to you?” Han asks, his eyes taking Poe in as though the answer aren’t obvious. Or maybe it isn’t, it’s not every day that someone you thought was a regular human male ends up pregnant
Before Poe can answer there’s a familiar roar from the hallway, Poe almost forgot that wherever Han goes Chwbacca goes as well. “Never mind, we’ll save the explanations for later, right now we need to get out of here before reinforcements arrive. It figures that little distraction wouldn’t keep their attention for long. Common kid.”
“I can’t I. . .” Poe gestures to his ankle helplessly where he’s still chained to the bed. He’s eternally thankful that he’s been allowed clothes today because this entire rescue would be infinitely more awkward if he was nude. Of course the loose white pants and large tunic he’s wearing aren’t exactly the best clothes to go traipsing around in, not to mention he’s barefoot.
Han’s cursing even as Luke walks over to him. “You need to hold still Poe.” Nodding Poe holds perfectly still as Luke easily slices through the chain as close to Poe’s ankle as possible. “We’ll have it removed properly when we get back to base.”
Poe notices Luke’s eyes resting on his stomach for several moments before he offers Poe a hand up. It would be nice to say that Poe stood up with some amount of grace and dignity, but he barely makes it two feet before he was staggering and Finn’s arms are suddenly around him holding him steady. Apparently being six months pregnant and not having walked much during that time because you’re chained to a bed does not lend itself well to walking.
“Are you okay Poe?” Finn asks anxiously as he helps to steady Poe.
“Yeah, I just it’s been awhile since I’ve uh. . . walked much.” The comment brings more cursing from Han and looks of horror from Finn and the girl, while Luke’s face is carefully blank.
“Chewie we need you in here!” Han calls out moments before Chewie comes in. “Kid can’t walk, we’re gunna need you to carry him.”
Chewie looks over at Poe with an expression of sorrow and Poe doesn’t fight as the wookiee picks him up with some effort. “Hi Chewie.” Chewie’s arms are warm around him and Poe feels safe like he hasn’t in months, he could almost fall asleep if not for the pressing issue of them needing to escape.
Even so there’s so much he wants to ask about what’s going on though. Why is Finn here? Did the Resistance get the map BB-8 carried? Is BB-8 okay? Who’s the girl? What’s going on? Does Han know that his son is Kylo Ren? Poe didn’t until all of this happened and it would have been nice for someone to have told him that.
As they make their ways through the halls the babies start to get restless again and Poe’s starting to think that means something. “Something’s wrong. I think. . . I think maybe Kylo Ren’s coming.”
Luke glances back at him and then over at the girl. “Yes, I can feel him, can you Rey?”
The girl, Rey, nods. “Yes, he feels angry.”
Han exchanges a look with Luke. “You and I need to go after him then; Chewie can make sure the kids make it to the Falcon.”
Poe knows why Han feels he has to go but he doesn’t think it’ll do any good. “Han he’s not there anymore. Ben. . .B-Ben wouldn’t have done what Kylo Ren has. I know Leia believes that there’s hope, but he’s so dark he even scares. . .” He trails off pressing a hand to his stomach. “You shouldn’t go.”
“Hey kid, I’ve got Luke with me, we’ll be okay.” Han comes over and gives his hand a comforting squeeze. “You focus on yourself right now, when you get to the Falcon you let Leia know you’re alive, everyone’s been real down without you.” He turns to Finn and Rey. “I’m tasking you two with getting him back safely and covering Chewie. If we don’t meet you at the Falcon in thirty or if things get too wild, you take off Rey, don’t stick around. Luke’s an old hand at stealing shuttles so we’ll get away somehow.”
Luke smiles in agreement. “I’ll be much safer escaping knowing that Commander Dameron is not in his X-wing getting ready to shoot me down. You already take after your mother too much, and I’d hate for you to mistake me for an enemy ship as well.”
The reminder of his mother has Poe feeling wistful and sad, but there will be time to dwell on that later. “Good luck.” Is all he can bring himself to say as Chewie’s grip tightens to keep him steady as he starts to run, Finn and Rey following close behind.
Escaping doesn’t prove easy but Finn is a great shot and Rey is apparently a Jedi in training because she’s able to deflect some of the shots. Her weapon of choice is a quarterstaff but she’s not a bad shot with a blaster either. When they do make it out, they walk out into a world bathed white with snow.
“W-w-where are we?” Poe asks, teeth already chattering from the cold. This is the first time he’s felt fresh air in months and even though it’s cold enough to freeze the air in his lungs it feels so wonderful.
“Starkiller Base, it’s the First Order’s super weapon.” Finn tells Poe as they hurry to where the Falcon is sitting. “The Resistance fighters are trying to destroy it before it destroys its next target, D’Qar.” He looks worried as he glances toward where there is a battle going on above their heads between X-wings and TIE fighters. Poe’s not sure how he missed the noise when they first stepped out. “We took down the shields but they haven’t taken out the thermal oscillator yet.”
Rey frowned and looked back the way they came. “It’s possible they can’t break the surface to get a critical hit, we need to weaken the structure for him. Chewie you take Poe to the Falcon, Finn and I are going to deal to help the Resistance out.”
That wasn’t a good idea but if the next target is D’Qar then they need to do everything they can to stop it. Poe knows he’s just a liability and won’t be much help, but Chewie will be able to. “You need to go with them Chewie, keep them safe.” The Falcon can’t be that far, Poe can probably make it on his own.
Chewie isn’t having any of that though, he howls at Poe and then at Rey and Finn.
“I don’t know what you’re saying but you need to get Poe to the Falcon and keep him safe.” Finn insists.
Rey nods in agreement. “It would be best, we shouldn’t be long.”
The two don’t even wait for acknowledgement, running back the way they came. Chewie growls but he turns away and hurries toward the direction of the Falcon. Poe can’t do anything but hold on for the moment.
[Kylo/Poe] I'll Have to Try Once Again [2a/2]
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Poe hums softly to the babies growing within him, rocking himself as best as he can with his chained ankle. Both his hands are settled on his stomach, rubbing it in circles in hopes that it will help the little ones calm. He doesn’t know why but they’ve been agitated for most of the morning, shifting and kicking, their constant moving keeping Poe from getting any rest.
Rest which Poe so desperately needs right now.
Kylo had been rougher than usual the night before, taking extra time and effort to show Poe all manners of horrors as he violated him. Poe’s mind had been assaulted by images of Yavin IV burning, of the Resistance Base on D’Qar being burned and everyone he loved dead. Kylo had taken the knowledge of the base’s location from Poe’ mind months ago and Poe still doesn’t know the fate of the Resistance because withholding that knowledge is another form of torture that he readily uses against Poe.
If it weren’t for the tiny waves of comfort and love from the twins, Poe may have finally given into despair under the onslaught. This was apparently what Kylo ha been aiming for because he didn’t stop his assault until Poe had passed out and couldn’t be revived again, which had occurred several time during the night.
It wasn’t until the next ‘day’ that Poe regained consciousness, opening his eyes to the too bright lighting of the medical bay. As he tried to puzzle together what had happened he could hear the doctor he usually dealt with berating Kylo in the background. The man was telling him that he needed to keep Poe healthy and to stop pushing him so hard if he didn’t want Poe to miscarry. The children’s survival was dependent on Poe’s health, and not just his physical health.
The words surprised Poe considering the man was part of the First Order, and was generally brusque and almost cruel when dealing with Poe. Then again perhaps he was just worried about his won skin, if Poe or the babies didn’t survive the man’s life was likely forfeit.
The lecture was cut off by the sound of choking and Poe could hear Kylo growling at the doctor that was the man’s responsibility to ensure that Poe was healthy enough to carry Kylo’s children to term. If he couldn’t do so then Kylo could easily have him replaced. Both the doctor and Poe knew that Kylo did not mean he would have the doctor resigned.
Even with all his anger and threats, Kylo did heed the doctor’s advice and allowed Poe to rest and recuperate. Poe hadn’t seen head or tail of Kylo in hours. He didn’t even see PC-4255 more than twice; both times for meals as well as a supervised bath, which Poe would have enjoyed more if the stormtrooper hadn’t been watching him the entire time. He didn’t even know if PC-4255 was male or female, the trooper never said anything to Poe.
At least the meals were pleasant. Lunch had consisted of a sandwich made of what Poe suspected may be Endorian chicken, it was absolutely divine. Dinner was a vegetable platter that Poe suspected Kylo had either made himself, or supervised the making of; because it was a dish right out of Poe’s past. It was something Poe’s mother used to make for special occasions, particularly when the Organa-Solo family used to visit.
The sight and taste of it brought tears to Poe’s eyes. He’s spent the better part of dinner trying not to cry while PC-4255 had watched him eat. It wasn’t until afterward that Poe had finally allowed himself to grieve in the knowledge that he’d likely never see Yavin IV or his father again.
He’d fallen asleep crying only to be woken up when the babies started to become restless.
Poe is sure that’s it late in the night, or the sleep cycle; Poe hasn’t seen actual daylight since he left D’Qar on his mission to Jakku. He’s not even sure where he is outside of Kylo Ren’s private chamber. He knows that he was on the Finalizer at some point but after a second round in the torture chamber he’d passed out again and woken up in these rooms.
One of the baby’s kicks particularly hard and Poe hisses as he presses his hand against his side. “It’s alright little ones. . .everything’s okay.” Poe ignores the way his voice cracks as he says the words. “You just need to settle down.” I need to sleep he adds mentally, I’m just so tired.
Almost as if they can hear him the babies settle and Poe could almost cry in relief because maybe he can finally get the rest he so desperately craves.
He’s just settling down, trying to find a semi-comfortable position to lay down in when sirens start going off. Startled he sits up, looking around himself and wondering just what the hell is going on.
[ENEMY ATTACK; ALL HANDS TO STATIONS]
Poe’s as excited as he is terrified, because conceivably there is only one faction that would risk an attack on the First Order and that’s the Resistance. He’s terrified because he knows that if the Resistance does succeed that it’s going to mean his death because no one even knows that he’s alive.
If that’s what success for the Resistance and freedom for Poe means, Poe is ready to accept that.
“This may be the end of the line for us.” He whispers to the babies, placing his hands on his stomach. “That might just be for the best anyway.” He’s more than ready for his ordeal to finally be over.
The babies don’t take well to that and once again they’re squirming inside of him and instead of it just being uncomfortable now it’s downright painful. “Shhh, I’m sure it’ll be quick there won’t be any pain.” At least Poe hopes it won’t be painful because he’s so tired of being in pain. “We’ll be free of all of this.” His words aren’t soothing them at all, instead of talking he starts singing one of the songs that his mother used to sing to him when he was upset or scared during the stormy nights on Yavin IV.
“Little child, be not afraid
The rain pounds harsh against the glass
Like an unwanted stranger
There is no danger
I am here tonight”
The song seems to be working, slowly the babies are settling once again and Poe can feel them reaching out to him with the Force. The touch feels different than the soothing comfort he’s used to but Poe doesn’t realize it; his attention is divided between calming the babies with song and listening to the sound of the blaring siren.
Little child
Be not afraid
Though thunder explodes
And lightning flash
Illuminates your tearstained face
I am here tonight
There’s the sound of feet running past the door, Poe ignores it. It’s not as though anyone is coming to his rescue.
And someday you'll know
That nature is so
This same rain that draws you near me
Falls on rivers and land
And forests and sand
Makes the beautiful world that you see
In the morning
Poe voice cracks and suddenly he’s crying, leaning over and curling his hands around his stomach. “I’m so sorry.” He tells the babies brokenly. “You deserve so much better than any of this. It’s not your fault that your father is a Sith and that I’m little more than a broken shell of a person. Now you’re not even going to get to experience all the joys of life because of us.”
The sirens become background noise as Poe sobs releasing all the emotions he’s tried to keep hidden deep within him since the night Ren found him on Jakku. Eventually the there are no more tears and Poe just keeps whispering ‘I’m sorry’ over and over again.
He almost misses the sounds of someone stopping outside of the door to the room. He doesn’t miss the sound of people arguing loudly.
“This is the room, I can feel the presence of the Force signatures coming from inside.”
“The doors sealed shut how are we going to open it?”
“I don’t know wise guy, maybe a blaster shot or-”
There’s an unfamiliar sound almost a thrumming and then the sound of sparking electronics as the door suddenly slides open and Poe is left staring wide eyed as Han Solo enters the room looking equal parts annoyed and impressed. “Or a lightsaber, that works to. You’re still a damn show off Luke.”
Oh and Luke Skywalker is entering after Han followed by an unfamiliar girl and a dark skinned man.
“F-Finn?” Somehow the sight of the stormtrooper that tried to save him is more shocking than seeing the man he risked everything to find a map to, and the father of his tormentor standing in the doorway.
Apparently he’s not the only one who’s surprised because Luke and Han are staring at him in surprise. It’s Finn who breaks the silence as he steps into the room. “Poe? Poe Dameron?! You’re alive?!” Suddenly he’s rushing over to Poe, pulling him into a hug, or trying to until he’s stopped by Poe’s obviously distended stomach. “What? Oh? Ohhhh. . .”
Poe wants to feel ashamed but he’s well past that now, instead he pats Finn on the shoulder and turns to the two older men. “Master Luke, Mr Solo, what are you doing here?” It doesn’t feel right referring to Han Solo as familiarly as he used to, once he’d been uncle Han and now. . . well soon it may very well be grandpa Han if they make it out of here.
“Apparently we’re here to save you. Kriff kid Leia thought you were dead. . . what happened to you?” Han asks, his eyes taking Poe in as though the answer aren’t obvious. Or maybe it isn’t, it’s not every day that someone you thought was a regular human male ends up pregnant
Before Poe can answer there’s a familiar roar from the hallway, Poe almost forgot that wherever Han goes Chwbacca goes as well. “Never mind, we’ll save the explanations for later, right now we need to get out of here before reinforcements arrive. It figures that little distraction wouldn’t keep their attention for long. Common kid.”
“I can’t I. . .” Poe gestures to his ankle helplessly where he’s still chained to the bed. He’s eternally thankful that he’s been allowed clothes today because this entire rescue would be infinitely more awkward if he was nude. Of course the loose white pants and large tunic he’s wearing aren’t exactly the best clothes to go traipsing around in, not to mention he’s barefoot.
Han’s cursing even as Luke walks over to him. “You need to hold still Poe.” Nodding Poe holds perfectly still as Luke easily slices through the chain as close to Poe’s ankle as possible. “We’ll have it removed properly when we get back to base.”
Poe notices Luke’s eyes resting on his stomach for several moments before he offers Poe a hand up. It would be nice to say that Poe stood up with some amount of grace and dignity, but he barely makes it two feet before he was staggering and Finn’s arms are suddenly around him holding him steady. Apparently being six months pregnant and not having walked much during that time because you’re chained to a bed does not lend itself well to walking.
“Are you okay Poe?” Finn asks anxiously as he helps to steady Poe.
“Yeah, I just it’s been awhile since I’ve uh. . . walked much.” The comment brings more cursing from Han and looks of horror from Finn and the girl, while Luke’s face is carefully blank.
“Chewie we need you in here!” Han calls out moments before Chewie comes in. “Kid can’t walk, we’re gunna need you to carry him.”
Chewie looks over at Poe with an expression of sorrow and Poe doesn’t fight as the wookiee picks him up with some effort. “Hi Chewie.” Chewie’s arms are warm around him and Poe feels safe like he hasn’t in months, he could almost fall asleep if not for the pressing issue of them needing to escape.
Even so there’s so much he wants to ask about what’s going on though. Why is Finn here? Did the Resistance get the map BB-8 carried? Is BB-8 okay? Who’s the girl? What’s going on? Does Han know that his son is Kylo Ren? Poe didn’t until all of this happened and it would have been nice for someone to have told him that.
As they make their ways through the halls the babies start to get restless again and Poe’s starting to think that means something. “Something’s wrong. I think. . . I think maybe Kylo Ren’s coming.”
Luke glances back at him and then over at the girl. “Yes, I can feel him, can you Rey?”
The girl, Rey, nods. “Yes, he feels angry.”
Han exchanges a look with Luke. “You and I need to go after him then; Chewie can make sure the kids make it to the Falcon.”
Poe knows why Han feels he has to go but he doesn’t think it’ll do any good. “Han he’s not there anymore. Ben. . .B-Ben wouldn’t have done what Kylo Ren has. I know Leia believes that there’s hope, but he’s so dark he even scares. . .” He trails off pressing a hand to his stomach. “You shouldn’t go.”
“Hey kid, I’ve got Luke with me, we’ll be okay.” Han comes over and gives his hand a comforting squeeze. “You focus on yourself right now, when you get to the Falcon you let Leia know you’re alive, everyone’s been real down without you.” He turns to Finn and Rey. “I’m tasking you two with getting him back safely and covering Chewie. If we don’t meet you at the Falcon in thirty or if things get too wild, you take off Rey, don’t stick around. Luke’s an old hand at stealing shuttles so we’ll get away somehow.”
Luke smiles in agreement. “I’ll be much safer escaping knowing that Commander Dameron is not in his X-wing getting ready to shoot me down. You already take after your mother too much, and I’d hate for you to mistake me for an enemy ship as well.”
The reminder of his mother has Poe feeling wistful and sad, but there will be time to dwell on that later. “Good luck.” Is all he can bring himself to say as Chewie’s grip tightens to keep him steady as he starts to run, Finn and Rey following close behind.
Escaping doesn’t prove easy but Finn is a great shot and Rey is apparently a Jedi in training because she’s able to deflect some of the shots. Her weapon of choice is a quarterstaff but she’s not a bad shot with a blaster either. When they do make it out, they walk out into a world bathed white with snow.
“W-w-where are we?” Poe asks, teeth already chattering from the cold. This is the first time he’s felt fresh air in months and even though it’s cold enough to freeze the air in his lungs it feels so wonderful.
“Starkiller Base, it’s the First Order’s super weapon.” Finn tells Poe as they hurry to where the Falcon is sitting. “The Resistance fighters are trying to destroy it before it destroys its next target, D’Qar.” He looks worried as he glances toward where there is a battle going on above their heads between X-wings and TIE fighters. Poe’s not sure how he missed the noise when they first stepped out. “We took down the shields but they haven’t taken out the thermal oscillator yet.”
Rey frowned and looked back the way they came. “It’s possible they can’t break the surface to get a critical hit, we need to weaken the structure for him. Chewie you take Poe to the Falcon, Finn and I are going to deal to help the Resistance out.”
That wasn’t a good idea but if the next target is D’Qar then they need to do everything they can to stop it. Poe knows he’s just a liability and won’t be much help, but Chewie will be able to. “You need to go with them Chewie, keep them safe.” The Falcon can’t be that far, Poe can probably make it on his own.
Chewie isn’t having any of that though, he howls at Poe and then at Rey and Finn.
“I don’t know what you’re saying but you need to get Poe to the Falcon and keep him safe.” Finn insists.
Rey nods in agreement. “It would be best, we shouldn’t be long.”
The two don’t even wait for acknowledgement, running back the way they came. Chewie growls but he turns away and hurries toward the direction of the Falcon. Poe can’t do anything but hold on for the moment.