As much as it may have seemed like it, Poe Dameron hadnāt gone into the hangar with the intention of scaring his teammate. The commander had just returned from a very successful raid against the First Order, with Black Squadron finding an intercepting a First Order supply run. They may not have been able to decimate their entire base like heād hoped to, but theyād definitely scared the shit out of them, and left them without most of the minerals that theyād hoped to acquire from the small planet.
Heād returned to the base with an unshakable grin on his face, hopping down from his x-wing and giving his droid a grateful pat before the ship behind him let off a series of sparks.Ā āThatās not good..ā he mumbled, already knowing that his favorite mechanic was going to serve his head on a platter if heād brought her another piece of broken machinery that week. As fearful as he should have been, the adrenaline high that put an extra jump in his step may have also given him a death wish.Ā
Poeād found her with her back turned to him, quieting down his breath as he took a couple steps towards her. He reached his hand out for her shoulder, grabbing it as a suddenĀ āHey!ā left his lungs. Unable to keep himself from laughing, he finally stepped in front of her.Ā
āWhyād you scream like that?ā
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