{COMPLETED} (Under Editing)
"I cannot direct you to one side or the other but I can guide you through your chosen side. If your chosen side is the dark then so be it. But if you feel better in the light I can guide you there was well. I just need yo...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
The sound came from far away at first. A thrumming of overworked engines, desperate to keep a ship from failing. She could hear the sputtering and sizzling. The sound drew nearer, and Sol turned towards the slowly closing massive doors of the resistance base. In the distance, she could see the ship. It looked of first order make, the sleek design was crumbling and sparking. The paint was weathered and peeling. The ship was a dying mess, but it was coming straight at them.
"Get those doors closed!" Sol shouted over her shoulder at the few remaining resistance fighters. Their moment of brief heroism snapped, and they scrambled for cover, drawing weapons and squatting behind crates of hundred-year-old machinery. Sol led the General behind a stack of metal boxes covered in dust and dirt. Looking back to the great iron doors she watched the ship approach, the exterior shuttering and scraping against the salt-covered planet. The doors weren't closing fast enough. The ship had completely failed, the engine blew out and it crashed against the surface, rocketing towards the doors. Sol grabbed her saber's hilt, the cold metal becoming a reassuring stability. The ship collided with the doors, the massive metal dorsal fin getting sliced off, but the body remained, sparking at sizzling, dirt piling up in front of it as it skidded to a halt. The door closed behind it, the echo ringing out. Sol walked out from behind the crate, other resistance fighters following her lead, drawing guns and whatever weapons they had drawn onto the ship. Two people fired, then three, then four. The desperate fighters fought back.
"Don't shoot!" A voice shouted from within the craft. Sol's eyes widened. There were innocent people there.
"Don't shoot!" She echoed, at the firing soldiers. "Don't shoot! Stop firing, someone's in there!"
The blasts stopped. Two pairs of hands shot up from the cockpit.
"Don't shoot! It's us!" There were two voices. One feminine and one masculine. Sol walked up beside Poe and Leia who had abandoned their spots to inspect the ship. Poe still had his blaster trained on the ship but when he heard the voices call out it went down immediately. Sol could feel the relief roll from him in waves.
From the cockpit, a young woman and man rose from their spots with fear in their eyes.
"Finn?" Leia called, disbelief coursing through her.
"Finn!" Poe shouted a smile lightened his face. "Rose! You're not dead!"
There was a squeal and a small orange bb-8 unit zoomed out of the ship and to the pilot's waiting arms.
"Buddy!" Poe laughed as he reunited with his droid.
Sol, on the other hand, kept a wary eye on the two newcomers. She leaned over to Leia.
"Who are they?"
"Rose and Finn. They are friends of Rey and Poe." She explained simply. Sol nodded and straightened up, replacing the hilt of the saber back to her belt.
