[it had been intended to be a simple shakedown mission. they'd done a lot of work on black one recently, and poe needed to stretch her wings. she'd flown like a dream all the way to the backwater world where one of the resistance's contacts had reported finding...something. it didn't matter, because it hadn't panned out anyway. and he had bigger things to worry about.
leaving orbit, five first order tie fighters had come screaming out from behind the third moon. that was at least two more than he'd rather be facing, best pilot the resistance had or no. and they were hot on his ion trail--he needed to shake them before hitting hyperspace or he'd lead them straight to the resistance's front door.
bb-8 shrieked warning as a couple pot shots sailed across his nose. they'd told him to stand down and land, prepare to be searched. they wouldn't have messed with a new republic starfighter, but the older models the resistance fielded wouldn't pass for one even if he hadn't given black one a paint job fitting her name.]
Hold on, BB-8!
[he threw the ship into a tight spin, foils folded tight to throw off their targeting sensors, then streaked off hard, coming around in a loop that nearly made his flight helmet fall off.
but he had sights on the target. he locked his wings into attack position and fired. four shots, four hits--the starboard solar panel tore away from the tie's fuselage and it went into an uncontrolled spin, crashing into a second that was too slow or clumsy to get out of the way in time.
well, that was just too bad for them. it created a nice hole that poe intended to make use of. his foils folded again, and he flared the hyperdrive engines into life.
they managed to hit him just as he was breaking hyperspace velocity.
bb-8 wailed in binary, beeping frantically as it began to recount the damage. it had been a glancing blow, but it had been straight to the engines. they were damn lucky that it hadn't knocked them straight back out of hyperdrive and broke them into a thousand tiny pieces scattered across space. as it was, they were stuck in a seemingly impossible--scratch that, definitely impossible, wide open feedback loop. the engines kept getting hotter, and they kept going faster. the control stick in poe's hand felt like it was going to shake apart, and it was all he could do to keep her level.]
BB-8, give me good news buddy, you can fix this--
[the klaxons started wailing as all the gauges on the display in front of him maxed out--their speed was kriffing impossible. he didn't know where they were going to end up when they finally got out of hyperspace, but it was definitely going to be in the back-end of nowhere. something sparked. his ship felt like it was going to fall apart, rattling and groaning with strain it was never meant to take.
he looked up, out of the windows, and wished he hadn't. instead of the bright blazing blue-white-and-black of a normal hyperspace window, he saw just blinding white, incomprehensible nothingness. it didn't even look like they were moving. he wouldn't have been able to tell if the engines weren't roaring behind him.]
BB-8...come on, buddy, please.
[there was a triumphant wail, and then he jerked forward in his seat, thrown against the straps holding him in as the engines died and they spun on their axis into a dead drift. the g-forces were too much, and poe blacked out.
bb-8 sent a distress call on all resistance bands. they were dead in space.]
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leaving orbit, five first order tie fighters had come screaming out from behind the third moon. that was at least two more than he'd rather be facing, best pilot the resistance had or no. and they were hot on his ion trail--he needed to shake them before hitting hyperspace or he'd lead them straight to the resistance's front door.
bb-8 shrieked warning as a couple pot shots sailed across his nose. they'd told him to stand down and land, prepare to be searched. they wouldn't have messed with a new republic starfighter, but the older models the resistance fielded wouldn't pass for one even if he hadn't given black one a paint job fitting her name.]
Hold on, BB-8!
[he threw the ship into a tight spin, foils folded tight to throw off their targeting sensors, then streaked off hard, coming around in a loop that nearly made his flight helmet fall off.
but he had sights on the target. he locked his wings into attack position and fired. four shots, four hits--the starboard solar panel tore away from the tie's fuselage and it went into an uncontrolled spin, crashing into a second that was too slow or clumsy to get out of the way in time.
well, that was just too bad for them. it created a nice hole that poe intended to make use of. his foils folded again, and he flared the hyperdrive engines into life.
they managed to hit him just as he was breaking hyperspace velocity.
bb-8 wailed in binary, beeping frantically as it began to recount the damage. it had been a glancing blow, but it had been straight to the engines. they were damn lucky that it hadn't knocked them straight back out of hyperdrive and broke them into a thousand tiny pieces scattered across space. as it was, they were stuck in a seemingly impossible--scratch that, definitely impossible, wide open feedback loop. the engines kept getting hotter, and they kept going faster. the control stick in poe's hand felt like it was going to shake apart, and it was all he could do to keep her level.]
BB-8, give me good news buddy, you can fix this--
[the klaxons started wailing as all the gauges on the display in front of him maxed out--their speed was kriffing impossible. he didn't know where they were going to end up when they finally got out of hyperspace, but it was definitely going to be in the back-end of nowhere. something sparked. his ship felt like it was going to fall apart, rattling and groaning with strain it was never meant to take.
he looked up, out of the windows, and wished he hadn't. instead of the bright blazing blue-white-and-black of a normal hyperspace window, he saw just blinding white, incomprehensible nothingness. it didn't even look like they were moving. he wouldn't have been able to tell if the engines weren't roaring behind him.]
BB-8...come on, buddy, please.
[there was a triumphant wail, and then he jerked forward in his seat, thrown against the straps holding him in as the engines died and they spun on their axis into a dead drift. the g-forces were too much, and poe blacked out.
bb-8 sent a distress call on all resistance bands. they were dead in space.]