“That’s just the way it is, flyboy.”
Poe rolled his eyes, closing them briefly as he thumped the back of his head on his makeshift barricade, a bit of starship wreckage at was in an advantageous spot. He knew the platoon of stormtroopers had him cornered, a half-moon formation on the other side of his hiding spot, all guns trained on where they thought he was. It was a kill box, and he was as good as a sitting mynock. Gripping the blaster held in his lap tighter, Poe looked left and right, desperate for something, anything, he could use to get out of this. "Easy for you to say, Chrome Dome!" he called back. If he could keep her talking, maybe that would buy some time until backup arrived. "Hey, how about this? You give me a five minute head start, then you and your boys in white can give chase? Whaddya say, Phasma? Wanna play the game?"
