Poe writhed in agony as the cold metal piping whacked his skin. The group of stormtroopers closed in on him from all sides in a kaleidoscope of white and black. He gritted the teeth against the pain, forcing himself to keep the answers they sought within the cage of his teeth. No matter what they did to him, no matter how long they tortured him, he would never give up Rey's location. She was too important to the Resistance – and to him.
At least Kylo Ren wasn't here. Poe could keep his mouth shut, but closing off his mind wasn't as easy. Kylo would have all the information and secrets he needed within seconds if he was here.
The sharp edge sliced through his side, and he winced away as blood seeped out and coated his shirt.
Please just be quick.
A blaster fired, and one of the stormtroopers stumbled to his feet. A second later, a lightsaber sizzled into being, and a yellow glow reflected down from that glossy white armour. Blinking against the glare, Poe could make out two figures through the gap where the felled stormtrooper once stood.
'I heard you were looking for me.' A challenge rang through Rey's voice. 'We thought we'd make it easy for you.'
The stormtroopers scattered, dropping the piping with loud clangs as they lunged for their blasters. Before they could reach them, Finn let loose a volley of shots while Rey surged forward, cutting through the stormtroopers to reach him.
His friends were here.
Poe was safe.
A/N: Prompt: 'It well may be that in a difficult hour… I might be driven to sell your love for peace… or trade the memory of this night for food… It may well be – I do not think I would.' from Sonnet XXX by Edna St. Vincent Millay