@landspeeding | from here
“——I DON’T THINK THAT’S a very fair basis.” Her voice remains low as she assesses the danger from down here, eyes flickering between the lights overhead. Somewhere, somehow, they’ve gotten themselves in a mess. (Again.) It was only a matter of time before the ‘Days Without Incident’ clocked back to zero, and Poe? A magnet for disaster. Her grip on the Falcon’s co-pilot chair tightens in the midst of conflicting signals —- whatever’s hovering above them isn’t friendly, but she can’t sense just how much they’re a foe. “I would recommend not lightspeed skipping, if that’s what you’re insinuating.”
Something always seemed to go wrong when they manned the Falcon together.
A module on the dash began to beep, alerting them to a master alarm, but a flick of Poe’s wrist silenced it. “That’s what I meant, we’ve pulled crazier.” It was a classic dodge. He wasn’t ready to reveal the plan, so hopefully she couldn’t read his mind - yet.
There just wasn’t time to worry about the Jedi and their antics. His focus was on the lever in his gloved hand, as he yanked it back to fire the thrusters. The Falcon shot along the rim of a forested canyon, narrowly missing a rocky outcropping as they turned a corner to follow a tributary of an eerily lilac river.
“By the way, that’d worked.”
