Atlas {P.Dameron}

✮XV✮

✦✦✦✦ We Almost Died ✦✦✦✦

"Aren't you going to be cold in that?" Han asks looking her up and down.

Sar'ika looks at her outfit, her blue Mandalorian armour and Poe's resistance jacket, "Thermal." She shrugs tapping the armor and he shrugs shaking his head.

Sar'ika looks across to where Poe is climbing into his X-Wing, "Go."

"What?"

Han rolls his eyes, "Go to him. Say goodbye, kiss, do whatever you kids so these days, just don't take long."

Sar'ika rolls her eyes but nonetheless walks over to Poe's ship, "Dameron!"

Poe peers down at her and raises a brow, "Shouldn't you be with Solo?"

"Yeah, I-uh..." She climbs up the ladder that still rests against his ship and he leans back slightly to look at her.

She tilts her head down and pulls off her necklace handing it over to him, "For luck."

He takes the necklace from her, looking at the old signet, "Djarin, I-"

"Just wear it, please, it'll give you luck."

He sighs and makes sure she watches as he puts it around his neck, she nods her head at him and begins to climb down but he stops her, "Be careful, Mando."

"You too, Fly Boy."

She jumps down, pulling away the ladder for him and he salutes her through the window watching as she walks backwards, "I'll see you later!"

"Okay, I'll see you later."

"I was talking to Bumble!"

Sar'ika smirks as she turns around, jogging to get to the Falcon. Leia and Han watch as she passes with a smile taking over her face, a knowing smirk on their own.

"One hundred credits says they'll kiss after this mission."

"Two hundred says they're both too stubborn."

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Sar'ika holds onto the seat in front of her, staring wide eyes at Han, "Are you out of your kriffing mind?"

"We got here, didn't we?"

"We almost died!"

"Whatever," Han rolls his eyes getting up and handing her an extra jacket, "Put this on, its cold."

She rolls her eyes but pulls on the jacket that is way too big for her, "Your mother used to fight me for those."

Sar'ika rolls her eyes and pulls her helmet on as she leaves, a blaster in each hand as she uses her visor to check for any life forms before them.

"I love Mandalorians." Han mutters in amazement before following after her.

"The flooding tunnel is over that ridge." Finn says peering around the corner.

Sar'ika looks over his shoulder, Han over hers and then Chewie over his, "We'll get in that way."

"What was your job when you were based here?" Han asks.

"Sanitation."

Han grabs him by the collar and pulls him back slamming him against the wall, "Sanitation? Then how do you know how to disable the shields?"

"I don't," Finn shrugs and Sar'ika turns away shaking her head, "I'm just here to get Rey."

"People are counting on us. The galaxy is counting on us."

"Solo, we'll figure it out. We'll use the Force."

"That's not how the Force works."

Sar'ika hits her helmeted head against the wall behind her, "Holy spirts of the Jedi please help me."

Chewie and grunts and Han shoots him a look over his shoulder, "Oh, really? You're cold?"

They walk for a while, Finn leading the way until they get to the doors that are locked shut. "How do we-?"

Sar'ika steps forward, blue blade activated and stabs it through the door pushing down with all her strength and creating a gap for them to enter, "Or we could just do that."

"Hey!"

Chewie shoots the Stormtrooper and Han sighs as he rips off his jacket, "The longer we're here the less luck we're gonna have. The shields?"

"I have an idea about that."

The quartet wait around a corner as Phasma approaches, Chewie jumps out grabbing her and pulling her into the room behind them.

Finn walks in front of her and leans closer, "You remember me?"

"FN-2187."

"Not anymore, the names Finn, and I'm in charge now. I'm in charge now, Phasma. I'm in charge."

Han pats his shoulder, "Bring it down. Bring it down."

"Technically, I'm in charge," Sar'ika says raising her blaster to point it roughly into Phasma's head, "Now follow my good friend Finn here or we'll see which helmet holds up better, hmm?"

Finn nods and leans forward, "Follow me."

Sar'ika sighs as Finn makes another threat, "You want me to blow that bucker off your head? Lower the shields."

"You're making a big mistake."

Sar'ika rolls her eyes and uses her grappling hook to wrap it around her neck, wrapping the cord around both her hands until she is standing directly behind her she growls into her ear, "Lower them, and I won't cut off your head."

Phasma gasps, hands quickly going to the control panel and Sar'ika loosens her grip but doesn't move, "Solo, if this works, we're not going to have a lot of time to find Rey."

"Don't worry, kid, we won't leave here without her."

"We'll find her," Sar'ika calls over her shoulder, tightening her grip when she sees Phasma's hand go towards a button that she knows isn't the shields, "Don't you worry."

"You can't be so stupid as to think it will be that easy. My troops will storm this block and kill you all."

Sar'ika scoffs, "Keep typing, bucket head, your troops can't aim for Bantha shit."

"I disagree," Finn taps Sar'ika and she finally lets go, the cord being replaced with Finn's blaster, "What do we do with her?"

"Is there a garbage chute? Trash compactor?"