chapter twenty-three; death traps
"Okay c'mon." Poe talked over Mara's frustrated mumbling, and he was honestly afraid she was going to punch the console and hurt herself, "We've got this. We have eight hours at most, and we're two of the best aerial commanders possibly in the galaxy-" "If you haven't noticed Dameron, aerial commanders usually strategize things in the AIR! We're on the ground, and there's only two of us!" Mara held up double obscene gestures, an odd desperation of anger about her, "Plus BB-8. What are those odds? There's going to be five to seven men to each one of us. And one of us is a droid!" She turned around, pulling back her hair and puffing out large breaths of air. She blinked a few times, trying to calm down. Her anger seemed to clog her throat, but fear tore her gut open. It was wrenching and i
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