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'𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞' ═══════╝
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. . .RYLOTH, OUTER RIM
𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎 𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐍 down to the dusty surface of Ryloth with practiced ease. He was one of two people Chewie trusted enough to sit in the pilot's seat. Someday, though, Poe would fly it. If he had to keep riding around in the famous piece of junk, he was at least going to figure out how to get his hands on the controls.
There was uncertainty about their arrival on Ryloth. Leia was restless and almost worse for wear, not quite enthusiastic at the prospect of potential allies. Like the rest of them, she had slept in her clothes and was desperate to find a new base. Their landing confirmation was a hard-won gamble. It was tense, but considering they hadn't been shot out of the sky, things were looking up.
A small entourage of them were waiting for Leia's orders near the Falcon's doorway. Strength in numbers, Poe supposed.
Threepio hobbled around near them, insisting that they were in need of his nagging assistance. "The statistics are alarmingly high that a trap is likely. Especially considering–"
Reeve interrupted Threepio's ramblings. "You don't shut your mouth, do you?" She had been fixing more wire work, and a pair of pliers was still tucked in her fist. She wouldn't hesitate to use it to remove the droid's voice modulator.
Poe wouldn't argue against that.
"Are the Rylothians friendly?" Finn asked quietly, leaning closer to Poe in an effort to not be heard.
He wasn't quiet enough. Reeve heard him, and she turned her head with a horrified look on her face. "I've heard so many stories about what they do to Resistance fighters. I don't even wanna repeat it." She shuddered at the thought.
Finn's jaw went slack. "What do they do to us?"
The corner of Reeve's mouth twitched up into the beginnings of what Poe recognized as a sly grin. Finn, however, was still hanging on to her every word. "This might not be true," she said conspiratorially, glancing over her shoulder for good measure. "But Resistance pilot is a delicacy here–"
