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After entering the base's atmosphere at lightspeed, the ship had akwardly touched down in a snow-covered forest, taking down a few trees in the process. As Finn, Han, and Chewie disembarked from the Falcon, they were immediately meet with the harsh cold of the Star killer base's surface.
"The flooding tunnel is over that ridge, we'll get in that way" finn said pointing in the direction of a small opening over a few feet away.
"What was your job when you were based here?"
"Sanitation," Finn replied hastily, attempting to brush past the topic, his eyes darting away in the hope that Han wouldn't notice his evasive response.
Hans however did notice. his eyes snapped wide with realization as he swiftly grabbed Finn by the collar and slammed him against the wall of the building they had just reached, his grip firm and unyielding. "Sanitation?? Then how the hell do you know how to disable the sheilds?"
"I don't..." Finn stuttered nervously. Then, with a sigh, he admitted, "Honestly, I'm just here to find Alora. I owe her a debt of gratitude, she practically saved my life, and I promised Poe and myself that I'd bring her back."
"People are counting on us... god damn it kid the whole galaxy is counting on us" han said taking a frustrated step back as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "Listen I wanna find Alora just as much as you do trust me...but If we don't do this right, she and a lot of other people are dead"
"Look we'll figure it out...." Finn's eyes narrowed in concentration, and then, in a split second, they went wide "I know! We'll use the force!"
"That's not how the force works" han yelled out in frustration
"Cmon!" Finn directed the men towards a nearby doorway, as he burst through it to enter the base. As they dashed inside, they swiftly took down a pair of troopers, their blasters firing in rapid succession as they ventured deeper into the heart of the base.
"The longer we're here the less luck we're gonna have, whats your plan with the shields?" Han said to Finn, noticing that he was repeatedly glancing over his shoulder, his eyes darting nervously back and forth.
"I have an idea" Finn said guiding them to a new level of the base. After navigating through numerous corridors, Finn finally caught sight of a distinctive silver-armored trooper. He nodded to Chewie, who swiftly moved in to apprehend the trooper, effortlessly scooping her up in his powerful arms.
"You remember me?" Finn asked the trooper with a cocky smile plastered on his face.
"FN-2187" the female trooper responded, struggling in Chewie's grasp as the Wookiee held her firmly in place, his grip unyielding.
"Not anymore, names Finn and I'm in charge! Im in charge phasma! I'm in change" Finn repeated himself enthusiastically, his words tumbling out in a rapid, excited sequence. Han looked at the kid and put a hand on his shoulder cautioning him to "take it down a notch"
