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09 || rescue of the girl

BOOTS TRUDGED in the snow as Han, Chewie, Finn and Naila made for the star killer base

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BOOTS TRUDGED in the snow as Han, Chewie, Finn and Naila made for the star killer base. Naila pulled her jacket closer to her body as they hid from walkers making their way past.

"The flooding tunnels are over that ridge. We'll get in that way," Finn said.

Han nodded and looked over in curiosity, "What was your job when you were based here?"

"Sanitation."

"Sanitation?" Han was piercing holes at Finn at this point, "Then how do you know how to disable the shields?"

"I don't. That's why Naila's here. I'm here to get Rey."

Naila raised her hands in surrender as the men looked to her, she nudged Chewie in the side and smile, "I'm cold. Hug?"

"Can you lower the shields, Nai?" Han asked, breaking away from Finn.

"I mean... probably. Yes. Yeah. I can do it. I hope."

Chewie complained to Naila who nodded in agreement as Han turned to them, "Oh really, you're cold?"

"Come on!" Finn shouted.

The four enter a corridor and ambush a trooper waiting to board a Transport Compartment, "Hey fella," Naila said as she quickly flipped him over to the floor as the rest moved past her slowly, Naila reached for a pole as the trooper started to get back up and hit him over the head, knocking him out, "Chew! Help me shove him in here!"

After clearing the trooper, the four peered around a corner warily, looking out for danger. "The longer we're here, less luck we're going to have. The shields?"

Naila pursed her lips as she thought when a smile came onto her face, "I might just have an idea for that."

The three follow her as she makes her way down a corridor and toward a familiar Captain, her favourite. Chewie, catching onto the plan, drags Phasma out of sight into a narrow corridor where Finn and Naila stand with their blasters pointed at her threateningly.

"Phassy!" Naila grinned, "I missed your metal face."

Phasma rolled her head to Finn who was giving her an icy stare, "Remeber me?"

"FN-2187."

"Not anymore. The name's Finn, and I'm in charge. I'm in charge now, Phasma. I'm in charge!" Finn hyped as Naila put her hand on his shoulder and pushed him back to Han, "Calm down buddy, let me take care of this. Alright, Phasma, follow me."

𝘁𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗲, poe dameronWhere stories live. Discover now