Fire.
It was everywhere, it lit up the whole sky, it blew up friends, family.
"We're going down buddy!"
He yelled to BB-8, his fingers rushed to the knobs and asserted buttons in order to maintain his altitude, anything to get the x-wing going.
"Work your magic BB-8."
Suddenly the ship was falling, accelerating downward at a steep slope, the pilot pulled back the steering, in hopes of gliding to safety.
Fire, it lit up his eyes, so warm, he watched through his tinted helmets visor, eyes wider than an eager child.
All of a sudden Poe felt himself falling through midair and soon awoke, beads of sweat roll down his forehead and chest, a ray of sunlight peaked through his blinds. Waking up abruptly, he took some time to collect himself, to pull what was left in that terror of a dream.
Finn.
He looked to the door as it soon creaked open.
"Poe are you awa-", the ex-trooper took a look and noticed the man's current condition.
" are you alright?"
"I am.. now."
he greeted him better with a smile, his signature 'I just almost died but realized true meaning of things" smile since he'd faced more death spiking experiences all throughout his life, just not as frightening as yesterday.
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FanfictionTROS SPOILERS; Basically right after they nearly got their shit rocked. Poe was so desperate to get out of that damn cockpit, he almost lost everything and that scared the man more than everything but nothing ever scared him, so why did he feel that...
