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He steps on the accelarator as the first of the bombs decimate their ships. He can feel his insides churning, the pulse from his carotid pulsating strongly on his neck. He fights the urge to vomit as he smells smoke.
The encrypted messages are lies. General Skywalker has them all figured out, and nobody believed him.
He races down the highway as if the devil is hot on his heels.
He reaches the hospital first, leaving his car haphazardly parked as a barrage of bodies nearly crushed him. Civilian. Soldier. Medical personnel. Bodies pass by him in a blur of limbs.
"Poe!"
Heavy air fills his lungs as he breaths. Good heavens, her voice is salvation in this sea of chaos. He seeks shelter on the post closest to the double doors, anchoring himself because he has to find her.
"Poe!"
She is a sight in her sleek blue dress. Her bare face gazes at him in relief, and he sees her leg moving faster towards his direction.
A bomb drops on the fountain by the driveway, and he is forced to stoop down. Hurriedly, he stands, waving the dust off his field of vision.
"Rey!"
Through the rubble, he senses more bodies frantically pushing themselves to the door. He coughs and yells her name again.
And she's standing right in front of him. Her presence doesn't register right away until her body collides with his. She holds him against her slender form, and he feels her fear spilling at the seams.
She pulls back and looks at him, and for a moment he feels his own fears about to cripple him.
One of the medics call her. She tightens her grip on his hand before letting go and taking one of the arms of a wounded man.
He turns back as well, running towards the direction of the aircrafts.
There is a war to be won.