RESISTANCE ━━ k. ren ✓

xxxiv

*Bens POV*

Our ships burst into Crait's atmosphere. Phasma, Hux, and I have taken Snoke's personal ship instead of mine.

AT-AT's lines our ship. TIE fighters hover above the ground. It is quite a sight to see. The door to the old rebel base shuts with a bang.

I pace the floor as Hux sneers at me angrily.

"Well? Get the canon ready!" I yell. The officers in the room all stiffen and type faster.

The canon is old Death Star tech. It should get us through the door. At least, that's what the orange weasel said.

I stop pacing and stare out the window. All I can think about Astrid. And the sooner this battle is won, the sooner I can go and see her.

"Is it ready yet?" I ask.

"Just about sir." One of the officers responds.

I continue to stare through the window. Below, the resistance base looks weak. That's when I notice that hatches on the sides of the base are opening. So does Hux.

"Officers. What are they doing?" He asks. I'm just as confused. Do the resistance members really have a death wish?

"We're not sure sir. The main door is not opening though. Should we keep the canon ready?" An officer asks.

"N-"

"Yes." I cut Hux off. He shoots me a deadly look.

The ships that came out of the hatches are V-4X-D ski speeders. I remember them from my fathers daily story telling of the old war.

I shake the thought from my head.

The ships are in rough condition. They won't survive long.

"Send down the fighters." I instruct an officer.

The TIE fighters scream down and I watch the speeders swerve and split up.

I grin. This battle will be easy to win.

It's silent in the room, but I don't mind. All I can focus on is the speeders being blown up.

This goes on for a while.

The speeders all retreat, flying backwards.

I cock my head to the side. That's not a resistance move.

I glance up at the sky and see a ship soar down.

It's the Millennium Falcon. In it, I can sense Rey and Chewie.

I lean forward, placing a hand on an officers chair.

"Blow that piece of junk out of the sky!" I yell.

The officers type furiously again, and all the TIE fighters redirect their fire to the Falcon.

One by one, the fighters are blown up. I let out a scream in frustration.

Down on the ground, there are three speeders still kicking up red dust.

They're heading towards the canon. I bite my lip.

The fighters are too busy to destroy them.