Reyna stumbled out of the woods with confusion and an uneasiness. The last thing she remembered was getting shot down and saying her last muttered comm words to Wedge. It was painful, it was fiery and she really just hoped that someone had taken care of R9 and her armor. The flight suit hadn’t been forgiving to wearing them both and as much as she felt safer in it, it was occasionally difficult to work in. Fuck, all of this sucked so much.
When she came upon an camp with people running around and shouting orders, she figured nothing had changed. They were still at war, ships still needed to be fixed. First order of business: find who’s in charge. Stopping someone running by and asking for Leia, they pointed toward a tent on the far side of camp. With some hesitance as she tried to find her footing she wandered over, pushing the tent flap aside and seeing her friend in what she could only assume was a pre-death hallucination. Something to ease her dying mind.
“General Organa, I’m ready to work.” She said looking over at the woman with a smile.
@ofpilotisms // leia!!
