"I see you!" He gasped into his mic. "You're drifting away from the target."

"How bad is it?" She asked, her eyes shut tightly to block out the drunken spin of ships and stars making her sick through her cockpit view panel.

"Not good, your left array is gone." He blew up an enemy TIE as it swooped in towards her wildly spinning fighter. "You're spinning too fast for my tow cable to do anything but kill us both."

"Ok, that's bad." She said, desperately trying to maintain her composure in the open channel.

"And you're heading toward the swarm." He sounded a lot calmer than he felt, and his voice was on the edge of panic.

"And I'm spinning too fast and too unsteadily to eject or hope to be able to defend myself." She stated the obvious.

"Yeah." His raw voice cracked with emotion.

"Alright, then." She said as bravely as she could manage. "Go kill that thing so you can figure out a way to rescue me."

"Not gonna happen." He said, reigning in his emotions. "I'm not leaving you."

"I'm not going to be safe until that thing is dead." She argued.

"We have a million people working on killing that thing. I'm staying with you." He blew up two more red TIEs in rapid succession.

"You're the only one with a ship small and nimble enough to get inside that thing, and you know it." She argued, then ordered in a tight voice, "Go take out that power core."

"No way." He shot back. "I'm not leaving my wife and child drifting off into space. If you go, I go. Remember?"

"They can't do this without one of us getting inside of that thing, and my ship is busted. That leaves it all on you, Ben Solo." She said, "Go, give the galaxy someone else from your family to talk about."

"They're just going to have to figure out a way to do this without either one of us, because the only things in this galaxy that matter to me are you and that baby and I'm not leaving the both of you out here to die." He blew up four more enemies during that brief exchange.

Her voice was struggling to get past the bile in her throat. "You're going to have to leave us and complete this mission if you ever want a chance to meet your little girls."

"Girls? Plural?"

"Girls, plural. As in two."

"Twins? Why didn't you tell me sooner?" He shot down another red TIE.

"I was waiting to surprize you." She joked then added in a forced singsong voice. "Surprize!"

"Rey, If we both survive this…" He warned. "I just might strangle you for not telling me before I let you talk me into letting you come out here."

"Hang tight guys, I'm gonna try something here." a third voice crackled over the otherwise silent channel.

"Poe!" Ben had never been so happy to hear from the man.

The Falcon streaked past. "Fire your breakaway on my mark." Poe ordered. "Lets see if we can slow her down at least."

"What are doing in that old hunk of junk?" Ben asked, surprised to see the fifty year old cargo ship on the battlefield.

"Lost my X-wing." Poe said shortly. "Chewie just happened to be flying by on his way out here. Get ready."

Ben pressed a few buttons, "Ready."

"Fire!" Poe barked and fired the Falcon's tow line, catching the undamaged solar array just off of center.

Ben fired his cable and caught her cockpit canopy on the damaged side as the Falcon streaked by.

Rey's Silencer jerked both cables loose but leveled off into a dramatically slower and more stable spin. It wasn't quite enough to allow her to eject, but it was enough to nearly arrest her forward momentum and allow her use the undamaged guns on her right solar array to blow up an enemy fighter streaking up behind Ben's Silencer.

"That's the best we can do right now." Poe said then whooped as one sublight engine began to drift away from Soul Reaper. "Your door just opened, buddy."

"You go, I'm not leaving her." Ben insisted.

"This crate wont fit. It's gotta be you, that corridor wont allow for anything bigger. We'll watch over her." Poe assured him as a streak of blaster fire from the Falcon's belly turret hit an oncoming red TIE.

Chewbacca's rolling purr filled the airwaves.

"Go, Ben." Rey intoned. "Go kill this thing then come back to me."

"We'll help guard her, too." A woman's voice crackled through the line and half a dozen mutt fighters streaked by then broke into an acrobatic display of backwards loops. "Barne's Bulldogs, reporting for guard duty, General Solo. Half a dozen of my best dogs, anyway." The lady Pirate waggled the wings on her modified Star Jumper Class IV light fighter.

A dozen First order TIEs appeared out of nowhere. "TIE squadron 4-2-1 FX 3-5, also reporting for guard duty, General." A man's voice called over the air. "No one will touch our Supreme Leader, Sir." He said gravely.

A group of ten X-wings joined in.

"Where are all of these ships coming from?" Poe asked excitedly.

"Rogue Squadron checking in." Came a nasally distorted voice. "Begging your pardon General but you've been broadcasting on fleet this whole time. I suspect we're only the first of many volunteers heading out this way to watch over your family, Sir."

Ben was taken aback and humbled at the same time.

"Delta Squadron inbound." Came a heavily accented voice.

"TIE Squadron 2-2-5-7 XE 5-4 inbound as well, General." Said another voice.

"What's a bit o'fun without a Tyberian death squad at your back?" Asked another, cockier voice.

"I make that about a hundred men stepping up to guard your family, Ben." Poe said triumphantly. "Now, would you please fly that sexy little plane of yours through that tiny hole in the side of that collosal piece of floating trash and blow it back to whatever nightmare it drifted out of?"

Ben looked around in amazement. Rey's TIE was spinning in a wobbling circle surrounded by dozens of darting fighters, all of them friendly.

"I'll be fine." Rey said reassuringly. "Go, save the galaxy. I'll wait here."

"I'll be right back." He promised and sent his TIE hurtling toward Soul Reaper as fast as it would go.

She couldn't help but smile at his temerity despite an almost overwhelming urge to vomit.