SotR - 3 - Flying Skill

“That’s what’s going on,” Poe said, pointing at the four TIE fighters approaching rapidly.

BB-8 beeped in dismay, and Rey strapped herself in. “I guess the call for help wasn’t a trap after all.”

“Or it was, and this is the welcoming committee,” Poe said.

“Maybe they just want to talk it out?” she joked.

The TIE fighters fired on them without warning, and Rey quickly maneuvered the Falcon out of the way of the blasts. Poe gripped his harness and held on until the ride smoothed out a bit. A few of the porgs inside the cockpit fled with a chorus of dismayed trills, their wings beating as they flew to less chaotic spaces.

“I think that’s a no,” Poe said wryly.