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❛ wren solo misses her brother ❜
𝕺𝐑
in which a flyboy and a flygirl must
put aside their differences and
save the galaxy from a monster
in a mask
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❪ poe dameron x fem!oc ❫
❪ tfa ━...
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I tie my hair back into a ponytail. The ships leaving has caused the wind to stir up, and my hair has been whipping my face.
I adjust the comlink in my ear. "Poe can you hear me?"
"It's Black Leader. Try again." Poe says.
I roll my eyes. "Black Leader do you copy?" I ask in a mocking tone.
"Yes Black eight. Is the ground team ready?"
I glance around. "Almost. We have two more transport ships that need to leave."
"Can your group get to the Falcon easily?" Poe asks.
"Yeah. It's right at the edge of the forest. It's a quick run. Chewie already has the coordinates inputed and the Falcon is up and running."
"Good. Once we know for sure that everyone is safe, you're going to have to be quick."
I smirk. "Quick is my middle name."
"No it's not. It's Padmé." Poe says.
I roll my eyes. "It's an expression Dameron."
"Oh. I thought my old Birdy was just losing her mind."
"You know, you're a real pain in my ass sometimes."
I can practically hear Poe's smirk. "I know."
Just as I'm about to say something else, the last two transport ships take off.
"Poe, the last transports are gone. Those two Destroyers are going to target the base now. Try and take out the guns, or we're toast."
"The Destroyers wont target the base if they have troopers on it." Poe says.
"They will. Stormtroopers can easily be replaced."
Poe sighs on the other end. "Alright. Be careful Wren."
"I will." I say. "I love you Poe."
"I love you too Wren." Is all he says before clicking off. I keep the comlink in my ear and load my blaster just as the first trooper transport touches down.
My ground team prepares, loading their guns and getting into position.
The ramp of the transport lowers and the troopers storm out, expecting a large group of people. They're all throughly confused when there appears to be no one.
The stormtroopers let their guard down, and lower their blasters. At that exact moment, my ground forces fire.
Most troopers are taken down before they even realize what has happened. The remaining, unlucky, few turn and run back into the transport. I fire once, twice, three times, and hit the remaining troops square in the back.
Just as another transport lands, my ground team hides behind their crates and boxes again. This was my strategy idea. The trooper battalions are bigger in size, but dumber in brains.
