The boat flowed out of the tunnel and I had to keep my eyes closed- I knew what carnage lay just outside. I could hear the crackling of fire like something was burning; it didn't sound too big though. My eyes did shoot open however, at the sudden commotion all throughout the sky. They opened and I saw this odd flying spaceship with these two very long sideways wings. It was scoring and straight at us.
Of course all men with me had their blasters in hand and were firing at the ship. It did nothing, though it did fire once back at us. Soon it flew away behind this rocky mountain. "He missed!" Greef exclaimed. "He won't next time," Mando tacked on. "Our blasters are useless against them," Carl also added.
"Hey, let's make Saoirse do the magic hand thing," Greef told the Mandalorian. Magic hand thing? I frowned over at Greef as he glanced over his shoulder to face me. "Come on, Saoirse. You're the Jedi; help us out here." "I told you I'm not a Jedi," my frown widened. "Well at least use the Force! Take that thing down!" He desperately pointed to the sky. My head shook. "I can't. I took a vow against killing," my hand rose up to my chest. He huffed looking back forward. "I'm out of ideas." "I'm not," Mando took out his jetpack and put it on.
I watched as the Mandalorian got ready to take off and Carl started shooting at the craft again. "Here he come!" And indeed, the ship was darting right to us. "Look after Saoirse," Mando instructed Carl before flying upwards. "Wait, Mando!" My hand reached out for him, but Carl stopped me. He pulled me into him, wrapping an arm around me as I now witnessed Mando attach himself onto the roof of Moff's ship- I think it was Moff flying it anyway. "Mando!" My voice cracked in sheer horror. He was being flung around like a yoyo.
Somehow, he got himself onto the exterior of the ship's round part; I'm guessing that's where the driver was stationed. But Moff was having none of that, flying around to knock Mando off. While it didn't work, he did manage to cause the Mandalorian to drop a bomb. More spinning, more Mando hanging on for dear life. Needless to say, I was clinging to Carl's shirt for what felt like my own life. Nothing could happen to him- not a single thing.
The Mandalorian must have attached a bomb at some point because he seemed to let go on his own accord. Mando was falling back-towards-the-ground when the ship began to blow up. While Carl and Greef watched the ship streamline down to the ground in the distance, I couldn't take my eyes off the now struggling Mandalorian. He was having trouble getting his jetpack to work again, and he was coming down pretty fast.
Too fast. If he didn't get that thing operating and soon, he'd make a splat on the ground too. It was like my body took on a life of its own, acting on deep innate instinct. Not taking my eyes off Mando, my arms retracted from around Carl and my knees bent. I didn't even have to think about my actions- my body was in complete, unarguable control. My hands rolled into fists as my feet ready themselves. It was too late by the time Carl and Greef noticed me preparing myself in the span of five seconds. My lips parted a sliver unconsciously as my lungs remembered to breathe. "Sense the Force and act according to its will." "Saoirse, no!" Carl's hand made a mad dash for me. But it was too late. Using what strength I had left, I leapt high into the air by means of the Force. I suppose I was still tired from my last bout using the Force, but I literally felt nothing bodily at the moment.
Up, up I went with both my arms flying out to catch Mando. In retrospect, I didn't think this through; my body acted entirely on its own accord. If I had thought about it, I would have realized that Mando weighs a ton more than me, what with his armour and jetpack now. I was by no means strong and I doubt I could use the Force to cushion our fall completely. I don't really know what I expected to do once I caught the Mandalorian in my arms. If anything, I could at least soften his blow a little more- but that was enough for me.
Unfortunately for me, my Force power wasn't as strong as I'd like, but it was strong enough to get me to Mando. Just as I was losing control, the Mandalorian practically flung himself around mid-air so to face me. "Saoirse!" He had enough time to squeak out. Within seconds, our forms clashed into each other; our arms immediately coiled around each other. My eyes grew very, very large once he had me pressed up against him. He's close…. Close enough that I can use the Force. Using the last of my Force power without my passing out or losing the ability to move, I activated Mando's jetpack. There was a bright flash of light, then the sound of flames shooting out the bottom.
Once his jetpack was working again, Mando was able to straighten up and shift his arms so to hold me princess-style. My arms wrapped securely around his neck as my hair flew out everywhere behind me. I looked up at him and he looked down at me. Acting on instinct one more time, my grip tightened around him. Despite everything, I still feel so safe right here, in his arms.
I can't honestly say I've been waiting for this all my life simply because I didn't know I could feel so safe and happy. Sure, my masters made me feel plenty safe, but this was different. Now this is definitely something I will wait for. Til the Mandalorian's back beside me, til he's holding me close like this….. It doesn't matter where he goes or for how long- I will wait for him. Now I know in my heart; I don't even have to think about it, I already know. I will wait for Mando, and run to him with open, waiting arm. Til he's here beside me, til I'm touching him: this is what I will wait for from now on. Til he hears me sigh, here safe in his arms.