42. That was her number. Now with the resistance, 42 must cover her past life which proves difficult when she cannot tell her true name. And that Dameron guy . . . He needs to stop asking questions.
Follows The Rise of Skywalker
"I gotta talk to you about something," Poe began, meeting up with Finn.
"I gotta talk to you about something," Finn echoed.
"I can't do this alone. I need you in command with me," Poe said.
"This droid has," Finn started, pointing down at the little robot called D-O. "Thank you. I appreciate that."
"General," Poe nodded.
"General," Finn repeated.
I rolled my eyes.
"This droid has a ton of information about Exegol," Finn continued.
"Wait, what? Cone-face?" Poe asked.
"I am D-O," said the droid.
"He was going to Exegol with Ochi of Bestoon," Finn began.
"Why was he going there?" I butt in.
"To bring the little girl he was supposed to take from Jakku to the Emperor. He wanted her alive," Finn explained.
Poe let out a shocked breath.
"Well, don't just stand there!" I started. "Bring D-O to the command center."
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"All the information you need for an airstrike on Exegol," Finn read the screen of data from D-O.
"Yeah, except how to get there," Poe began, holding his arm that had been shot. "Have you seen these atmo ratings? It's a mess out there."
"Magnetic corssfields, gravity wells, solar winds," I read.
"How does a fleet even take off from there?" Poe wondered.
"Terribly sorry," C-3PO interrupted. "I'm afraid R-2's memory bank must be crossed with his logic receptors. He says he is receiving a transmission from Master Luke."
A small blip representing a ship appeared on screen.
"That's an old craft ID," Poe said. "That's Luke Skywalker's X-Wing."
"It's transmitting course marker signals," said 3PO, "on its way to the unknown reigons."
"It's Rey," Finn realized. "She's going to Exegol. She's showing us how to get there."
"Then we go together," Poe decided.
Pilots began gathering at the command center as an announcement came over the PA.
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"As long as those Star Destroyers are on Exegol," Finn began, "we can hit them."
"Hit them how?" asked a pilot.
"They can't activate their shields until the leave the atmosphere," I explained.
"Which isn't easy on Exegol," Poe continued. "Ships that size need help taking off; nav can't tell which way is up out there."
"So how do the ships take off," asked another pilot.
"They use a signal from a navigation tower like this one," Poe said, clicking on a projection.
"Except they won't," Finn began. "Air team's gonna find the tower, ground team's gonna blast it."
"Once the tower's down, the fleet will be stuck in atmo for just ten minutes with no shields and no way out."
"We think hitting the cannons might egnite the main reactors," I said, shifting my weight uneasily. It was strange to be a leader and have all eyes on me while helmetless.
"That's our chance," Lando agreed.
"Fighters and frieghters can take out their cannons if there are enough of us," Finn said.
"We'd be no more than bugs to them," a pilot protested.
"That's where Lando and Chewie come in," said Finn. "They'll take the Falcon to the Core Systems. Send out a call for help to anybody listening."
"We've got friends out there," Poe began. "They'll come if they know there's hope."
The pilots murmured worriedly amongst each other.
"They will," I assured them.
"The First Order wins by making us think we're alone," Poe continued. "We're not alone. Good people will fight if we lead them."
"Leia never gave up, and neither will we," said Finn. "We're gonna show them we're not afraid."
"What our mothers and fathers fought for," Poe began, "we will not let die. Not today. Today we make our last stand. For the galaxy. For Leia. For everyone we've lost."
My mind jumped to Kaliana. She was the reason I had come to the Resistance base in the first place.
"They've taken enough of us," Finn pressed. "Now we take the war to them."
