TROS - 7 - Sense Ren

Rey frowned. Finn and Poe were having a bit of fun with the droid, but it was true that the Falcon was probably in First Order hands by now. Chewie had locked it down tight, but the First Order would get past all their security precautions eventually. It was possible she’d never see her ship again.

A familiar presence hit her like a thunderclap, and she froze in place.

“Rey?” Finn turned to see what had made her pause.

His face was still dusty from their tour of the tunnels, and as usual his inherent kindness and concern were smeared all over his features. She would not allow him to be hurt by what was coming. She would protect her friend, even if it meant doing something she was pretty sure Leia wouldn’t approve of.

“I’ll be right behind you,” she said gently.

(...)

Go, Finn, she thought, pushing a little harder with the Force.

She didn’t dare to look and see if he obeyed, because all her attention was drawn to a black mote on the horizon, flying fast and low, approaching her.

She squared her shoulders as the mote became a TIE fighter. His TIE fighter. She wasn’t sure how yet, but she would not give ground. She would protect her friends. At any cost.