Atlas {P.Dameron}

✮VI✮

✦✦✦✦ Knights of Ren ✦✦✦✦

"We cannot possibly fly in that old wreck." C3-PO complains.

"By all means, Threepio, walk." Sar'ika mutters as she takes the lead up the small rocky hill to the ship.

C3-PO stares after before releasing she is serious, "That won't be necessary, General." He answers running to catch up with them.

"We gotta keep moving," Poe yells to them, "Find someone who can translate that dagger. Like a helpful droid."

"I suggest we return to the Millennium Falcon at once."

"I actually agree with the walking thesaurus, my armor is back there."

"No its not." Poe calls lifting the bag he's been carrying around all day, "Had a bad feeling, stuffed your armor in here."

She stops momentarily to stare at his back and shakes her head as she continues up the path, "Besides, they'll be waiting for us at the Flacon."

"Yeah, they'll throw us in the pit of Griq." Finn adds.

"And use you as a target droid."

They stop and Finn cups his hands to push Poe up, Sar'ika goes next, reaching up Poe wraps his large hand around hers and pulls her up, their chests hitting as she steadies herself.

Poe's hand tightens around hers as he looks down at her. Clearing her throat she slowly pries her hand away from his, turning to help Finn but he's not there anymore, he's talking to Rey who is handing him her staff, "Rey! Where you going?"

"I'll be right behind you!" She promises.

"I'll need your help starting up the ship." Poe mutters tugging at her sleeve for her to follow after him.

She finally does, with a small sigh, she hot wires the ramp door and it opens with a creek, "I really don't like this thing."

"Let's see what we got."

"Nothing, Dameron, look at this thing."

She leans against one of the walls which falls as her hand makes contact revealing a hole in the ship, "Chewie, patch that up, Djarin, fix the ship not break it."

Rolling her eyes she easily catches the wrench he threw at her which he found on the floor and throws it right back hitting him in the chest, "I'll work on getting the thing started, you fix the ship."

Poe goes to argue, but a hand on his shoulder form Chewie and a shake of the Wookie's head stops him, he flicks a switch, lights powering up slowly as they flicker illuminating the place.

"Djarin, you good in there?" Poe calls back to her.

She yelps as the wire sparks and she hits her head, "I'm good."

Working quickly she twists the two copper wires together and then shoves them back into the panel as she rises back to her feet, her hands flittering across the control panel as she powers up the ship, "We're going, baby!"

"You got it?"

"I got it! Now get Rey!"

"Finn, come help me out here." Poe yells over to him.

The man nods and looks over at Chewie, "Tell Rey we gotta go!"

The Wookie grunts as he gets up, "Be careful, Chewie, the Knights are still out there."

Sar'ika's head shoots up suddenly scaring the duo working not too far from her, she stands walking towards the opening, "Djarin?"

"They're here?"

"Who are?"

"The knights, they're outside."

She grabs her Beskar staff from where she left it positing it on the holster of her back, "Djarin, wait."

Poe grabs her elbow stopping her from leaving the ship, "You going to face them alone, Mando?"

"Are you going to face the half a dozen force sensitive knights, Fly Boy?"

Poe lifts his hand, revealing a familiar silver hilt, "How-?"

"Leia gave it to me, safe keeping," Sar'ika scoffs and flinches away as Poe brings it closer to her, "You can't be afraid forever."

"I'm not afraid."

"Djarin," He says quietly, "Take it."

"I-I can't."

"You can, you just won't."

Her hands tremble by her side as she stares at the hilt, the reoccurring dream... nightmare that's she's been having every day since that day still in her mind, "I can't."

"You can."

She shakes her head again, "Sar'ika," Her head snaps up to meet his eyes as he says her name, something she's never heard him say before, at least not to her face, she likes the way it falls from his lips, wants to hear him say it again, "Take it."

"I-"

She lifts her hand into the air and he gently takes it wrapping her hand around the hilt and placing his other hand around it to keep it in place, "Be safe."

She nods, their eyes still staring at each other as he lets go of her hand, "Last resort." She says quickly dropping it to the empty holster on her belt.

"Djarin." He raises a brow.

"Fine," She mutters rolling her eyes, "Just finish getting ready to leave, as soon as Chewie and Rey are here take off."

"And leave you?"

"No, but leave the door open."

"What?"

He watches her leave through the door, dropping down the hill easily and shakes his head.