Tate Verlice had almost gotten kicked out of flight school twice. Keyword: Almost. With her luck, she was able to join the Resistance fighters and even come as close to becoming Poe Dameron's right hand woman.
But war is nasty, and what happens when...
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They had flown the Falcon to Pasaana, the desert wasteland churned a feeling in Tate she wasn't sure to make up of. It reminded her of something, something her father had discussed when she was younger. Once they had settled off the ship, Tate nudged at Finn to grab what was now their matching jackets. "You sure this is it?" Poe asked, turning the corner.
"These are the exact coordinates that Master Luke left behind." C-3PO told them, only for the group to discover the place throwing a parade.
"What is this?!" Poe rhetorically asked.
"The Aki-Aki Festival of the Ancestors." The robot said, "This celebration occurs only once every forty-two years."
"Well, that's lucky." Finn commented.
"Lucky indeed!" They had almost all forgotten that robots can never pick up on sarcasm, "This festival is known for both its colorful kites and its delectable sweets." Poe and Tate shared a look of disbelief. They traveled down into the festival, trying to avoid the party happening amidst the chaos.
"There's always First Order protocol in crowds like these. So, keep your head down." Poe ordered.
"Chewie," Tate coughed through her words, smiling.
"Let's split up. See what the locals know." Poe took Tate, as they slightly let themselves loose of the rules and did in fact, get off topic while talking to the locals. Tate now sported two nice sets of bead necklaces.
"We have to get back to the Falcon," Rey hurried.
"Why?"
"It's Ren." With those words, they didn't bother trying to be covert as they were running through the desert freely.
"Freeze!" A Stormtrooper spoke, and they glided against the sand while trying to stop. "Hold it right there." He held up a blaster to them, "I've located the Resistance fugitives. All units report-" An arrow went through the small socket on his helmet, making Tate jolt back in surprise. They all turned, seeing a person cladded in armor with their face covered.
"Follow me," They told the group. Nobody rejected the offer, following them. "Leia sent me a transmission."
"How'd you find us?" They took off the helmet, revealing Lando Calrissian. Tate could've sworn she was about to go into cardiac arrest, as Poe held her shoulders to stabilize her.
"Wookiees stand out in a crowd." He smartly replied.
"This is-" C-3PO started, only to get cut off by Tate.
"General, freaking, Lando Calrissian." She admired. Lando sent all of them smiles. "Sorry, uh, General Calrissian, we're looking for Exegol."
"Of course you are." Lando hit a button on the device that rested on his wrist, revealing a hologram of a Wayfinder. "Only two were made,"
