[Hux]

"He's on board," Hux said, turning to see Ren at the top of the ramp. Poe began closing it without being told. Noticing the way Ren was eying the stormtroopers, Hux strode back. "What's going on here?"

Ren asked, "What are they doing here?"

"They're my personal guards." He gestured at the Resistance members. "While we're on the subject, what are they doing here?"

"I'm their personal guard."

Hux didn't buy that for a hot second, but he liked the parallel of the phrasing. "Oh? Good job you were doing at that, running about the ship while they were here. I haven't had them shot. You should thank me."

"Thank you," Ren said simply. Hux huffed in exasperation. He would have preferred an argument. Ren turned away from him and handed the plump bag he was carrying to the woman in the colonel's outfit. "We have what we came for."

"And what would that be?" Hux asked, not liking the implication that he was being dismissed.

Poe called back, "I need a co-pilot! We need to get out of here." As if to emphasize his words, the deck began another round of trembling beneath their feet. Ren brushed past him on the way to the forward compartment, sliding into the co-pilot's seat while grumbling something under his breath. Hux bared his teeth for a moment, but objecting to being brushed off meant jeopardizing their survival, so he didn't.

FN-2187 followed them into the front. "I don't mean to interrupt, but what is he doing here?" He pointed at Hux. "And them?" he added, hooking his thumb over his shoulder in the direction of the stormtroopers.

"If you don't mean to interrupt," Hux told him acidly, "then don't."

Poe had the ship off the deck and pointed out. Beyond was the void of space, but they knew both above and below were other warships, the ones currently pounding the hulk of the Finalizer into oblivion for kicks. They would likely target the shuttle as soon as they noticed it. Hux hoped there was enough debris to confuse the sensors long enough for them to make the jump to hyperspace.

"He was part of the plan," Ren said. FN-2187 looked confused. To Poe, Ren asked, "Are we ready for lightspeed?"

"On your mark. Gotta clear the ship first, though. Finalizer's gravity field is big."

"Time is short. The window is closing."

"Here we go, then." Poe worked controls and the ship shot forward at rapidly-increasing thrust. It rode the edge of what the inertial dampeners could handle, pushing them all back and making them sway on their feet.

"Now," Ren said.

The last thing Hux saw was the blur of pseudomotion as they jumped to hyperspace.