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 got aboard Ochi's ship, speeding away from the place Poe and Tate used to call home. Tate took her respective spot in the co-pilot's seat, placing the medallion inside the ship. "Medallion's good," She nodded to Poe. "Clear for entrance into hangar twelve." She smiled, clicking her seatbelt on.
"Hang on, Chewie. We're coming." Rey spoke behind them.
"Whoever this Chewie person is, this is madness!" The new C-3PO exclaimed, but Tate smiled at the same sentiment he continued to own.
They entered into the First Order hangar with bated breath, Tate practically holding it as they entered. For her, it was her first time inside the dark and desolate place. Two stormtroopers began walking up, "Credentials and manifest-" They were cut off with two strikes to the chest from Tate and Finn's blasters.
"Which way?" Poe asked Finn.
"Uhm, no way. Follow me." They nodded, leaving the droids on the ship. They watched cautiously as the storm troopers marched by them, the group turning the corner and quickly walking down another hall. They turned as they heard a door whir, worried that troopers were going to sneak up behind them. As they turned back around, two Stormtroopers held up their blasters to the group.
"Drop your weapons!"
"It's okay that we're here," Rey said, flashing her hand over their face. Slowly, the two lowered their weapons, echoing her words. Poe and Tate shared a confused look, wondering what the hell she had done. "You're relieved that we're here."
"Does she do that to us?" Poe asked the two.
"How would we know?" Tate realized the possible paradox.
"We're looking for a prisoner and his belongings." The Stormtroopers gave them instructions, and the Resistance fighters were quick to follow through. "The cameras," She reminded them, and they took out all possible security and knowledge of them being here.
"They said Chewie's this way." They followed Finn. "Rey, come on." Tate sighed at Rey's consistent way to not follow the group's way.
"The dagger is on this ship. We need it."
"Why?" Poe asked.
"A feeling. I'll meet you back at the hangar."
Tate grunted in displeasure, "I swear to all means of the Force, Rey," She pointed to the girl, who raised her eyebrows challengingly, "I will leave you on this ship if I have to."
"No-" Finn cut himself off with Tate's stern look.
"You won't have to." Rey replied, running off. The three focused on getting Chewie, and smiled when they spotted the Wookiee.
"Hey, big man!" Tate smiled, undoing his bounds. "Of course we came for you."
"Yeah, Rey's here, she's gonna get the dagger." Finn told him. They walked down the halls hurriedly. "Ship's this way. Hurry."
