Beep-boop-beep.
"I don't know Beebee-ate." Poe sighed as he watched the purple planet of Byss slowly make it turn. His squad of X-Wing fighters floated in idle just in the atmosphere of the planet, waiting for the signal that the defensive line of the First Order had been rerouted so they could attack the main bases. He sighed again and placed his hands behind his head and tried to lean back as far as he could in the small cockpit.
Boop-beep.
BB-8, the little astromech droid was getting apprehensive and Poe guessed he had cause. This was taking a lot longer than they had hoped. The longer it took, the better chance that they were going to get found out on the First Order's radars.
He thought back to his fleet on Onderon arguing about Ben's alliance and sighed again, a knot forming in his stomach. He had been so sure that Ben was now on their side. What if it was just a trick? Just a ploy to lead all of them to slaughter? To crush the Resistance in one fell swoop with some encouraging words and deceit? Poe slammed his fist on his control panel. No. He was sure, positive, that Ben had changed. He was the son of the General, for crying out loud. Son of Han Solo.
If he was wrong, he wouldn't live long enough to find out.
Poe gulped and turned on his communication. "Steady, squad." He ordered. Everyone was becoming antsy. They were hungry for action. Hungry for victory…
And apprehensive, like BB-8.
There was a crackle of the com coming to life. "F.O. Defensive Line has been rerouted. Attack at will." General Organa said into the speaker of the shaky com.
There was whooping and some cheering of the squads, including their leader. "See, Beebee-ate. Everything's fine." Poe said to his droid as he started the powering sequence of his ship. "Squad, prepare for advance." He started barking into his mic. "I want you to give it everything you got."
Thanks, Ben.
You thought I was gone! Nope! Just...procrastinating. And masturbating. furiously. Procrasturbating? Anyway, I'm back bitches and I'm going to finish this thing!