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Every word, order
command
to the letter
without a word.
A feeling shared between two pilots,
two souls who knew each other
like they knew their fighters.
Lovingly, knowingly,
every crevice and bump
under their fingers, known.
This was their story,
it was a love story -
a story lovingly pieced together
from nothing to become fierce and strong,
a legacy of its own.
She knew him.
He knew her.
Pilot and X-Wing,
commander and squadron,
understood.
Pava was a princess of the sky.
Dameron was the lord of the stars.
Together they relied on the other
as they wrote stories together,
painting them across the galaxy.
She knew before he did.
The trooper, the rebel, the defect.
She knows the story,
knows the love story;
saw it before he could.
This here was his story.
It had been her mission to get him to this point.
She had driven him round the skies,
so now the trooper could keep him grounded.
She knew it was best.
This was her love story.
This was hers played out for her to admire
as a spectator.
It was hers to orchestrate
for her to draft
and aid in unfolding.
It was her love story
to make his.
Under pressure, on ground or galaxy,
without words, without meaning
She was his and he was hers.
Number one.