It was near a crackling campfire that Poe found himself with blasters pointed at him. Not exactly a new situation, but still.
“Resistance hypocrite,” one of the salvagers, a woman with red hair in a bun said. “If it were up to me, you’d be rotting in a sarlaac pit.”
”I guess we just can’t talk this over?” Poe said. “Minus the sarlaac pit?”
”Nice try, Captain.”
It was in that moment that Poe heard the familiar ignition of a lightsaber behind him, crackling and almost volatile, but somehow, reassuring in the fact that it was there.
”Captain Dameron is under the protection of Supreme Leader Kylo Ren,” Kylo said evenly as he stepped forward. "If you want a chance to back down, I suggest you take it.”
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