Hello everyone! This is a really, really, really short one-shot, but the idea came into my head while watched TROS on May 4th, so I decided to write it and upload on a whim. I hope you enjoy. :)
Poe was at a loss. There were so little of them left, and the Final Order seemed to be only gaining strength. The thousands of Star Destroyers were only toying with the remaining Resistance fighters. He closed his eyes and turned off his comm.
He tilted his head back to rest on the seat. "I just don't know what to do. There's just so many of them."
He knew what Rey would say, and even Finn: Trust in the Force. Let it be your guide.
"But I don't have the Force. I'm just… normal. And normal people don't win wars."
"You say that, but look at what you've done so far, kid. Look at what we've done." The unmistakable voice of Han Solo rang in his head. Poe looked up eagerly. "Han? Han Solo?"
"Not just him. All of us." A feminine voice that sounded a bit like Leia's, but with the compassion and warmth of Luke.
"Those of us who can't continue in the Force." Another voice, that he didn't recognize, but was cocky and reminded Poe a bit of himself.
"But we're still here." It was Han.
"To guide you." The mystery voice. "As we guided them."
"Leia," Han chuckled. "And Luke."
"Anakin," the female voice sighed wistfully.
"You."
"Be the light, Poe. Rey, Finn — it's easy for them. But it's necessary for you."
"Lead the Resistance to victory."
"There's a lot of them…"
"But there's more of us."
"Good luck, Poe."
Poe breathed as the voices left his head. In another world, that would have been creepy. But it felt so right. He pulled up his starfighter and hooked up his comm.
"All right. Let's make hell for these Destroyers." Poe pulled up and turned around. There, facing the Final Order, were hundreds of thousands of ships. Mismatched, unorganized, from all corners of the galaxy, but they were there to fight for the Resistance.
They were there to finish what his ancestors, what his friend's ancestors, had started.
Poe grinned.