#pre-tros

It was near a crackling campfire that Poe found himself with blasters pointed at him. Not exactly a new situation, but still.

“Resistance hypocrite,” one of the salvagers, a woman with red hair in a bun said. “If it were up to me, you’d be rotting in a sarlaac pit.”

”I guess we just can’t talk this over?” Poe said. “Minus the sarlaac pit?”

”Nice try, Captain.”

It was in that moment that Poe heard the familiar ignition of a lightsaber behind him, crackling and almost volatile, but somehow, reassuring in the fact that it was there.

”Captain Dameron is under the protection of Supreme Leader Kylo Ren,” Kylo said evenly as he stepped forward. "If you want a chance to back down, I suggest you take it.”

A Tremor in the Force

Chapter 3

“One moment he’s chewing on his bottom lip, making turns around the deserted viewing deck trying to think about this new, damnable problem, gloves off and hands carding nervously through his hair— and suddenly she’s there, across the room, her surprise morphing into pure, undiluted rage. It caught him totally unaware. No tremor in the world that surrounded them. No dialing down of sound, like they’d both gone deaf save for the livewire hum of the Force vibrating around them. It was unconscious now. Like a pair of invisible hands had grabbed hold of them and pulled them into the other’s pocket of space."

Read Chapter 3 on A03: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21046544/chapters/50272841