Ben's TIE Silencer sliced through the distance between where he'd left his pregnant wife and unborn twins and the badly damaged super weapon -Soul Reaper- in moments but he was forced to slow down as he approached his target.
After five months of studying every scrap of intel that anyone anywhere could buy, barter or steal about the massive space station/battleship the only weakness that could be found in it's entire design had been it's corridors. They were oversized, like everything else on the floating monstrousity, measuring six meters wide by four meters tall.
A TIE Fighter would scrape paint on all sides at all times, an X-wing would have to lose the tips of it's S-Foils to fit… but the sleek Silencer could fit with half a meter to spare all around. All he had to do was blast his way through the airlocks in a straight line from the sheered pylon coupling to the huge center engineering bay through two hundred kilometers of half meter clearance hallway, with an airlock doorway every ten kilometers, without scraping his own solar arrays off on a jagged bit of wall from a not so perfect hit.
He really wished his wife was here with him.
'I'm here, you're not alone.' Her voice echoed through his mind from far off.
'Neither are you.' He thought back to her then shot straight into the main crossway, the only corridor in the entire ship, that lead from one pylon to the other through the central core where the power generator for the entire ship was located.
"Activate Order Four." He spoke into fleet as he blew through the fifth doorway in a little under a minute. "Authorization Sequence: Alpha 1-T-1-H-3-X-8 Omega."
He switched his coms channel to ship to ship. "What's it looking like out there, sweetheart?" He asked more because he just wanted to hear her voice than out of any sense that much had changed since he'd left her side less than three minutes before.
"About the same." She responded, growing dizzy from trying to look.
"That bad? Huh." He said ironically.
"Well, if they don't kill us young." She said, trying very hard not to hurl.
"Oh, we're gonna to live forever." He stressed vehemently, blowing through his sixth doorway. "I promise you that."
"I'll be happy with living to see our kids grow up." She said, rubbing her belly soothingly.
"That's included in forever." He blew through his seventh door and his Silencer shuddered into full system failure, careening through the next door hard enough to demolish it's frontal array portions.
Stunned he watched as dancing blue electric tendrils crackled across his instrument panel.
He'd flown into a trap!
"Not good." He spoke into his coms equipment but received no answer. "Rey?" Nothing. "Gaah!" He reached out for her mind, 'Rey?'
'Yeah?' She thought back to him.
'My TIE is dead. I'm still twenty clicks from the core.' He sounded so defeated, even to himself.
'What happened?' She asked, her mind voice carrying a wealth of horror.
'Ion net.' He groaned. 'Just past the seventh doorway.'
'That wasn't in any of the intel!' She protested.
'No, but… oh, no!' Men with blasters began to pour towards him from the front.
'What? Join with me!' She cried.
'I'm about to be taken prisoner or killed.' He said matter-of-factly. 'I'm so sorry, sweetheart. I didn't see this coming.'
'If they want to capture you, let them. I'm on my way!' She promised.
'No! Stay put!' He ordered. 'It's too dangerous!'
'We're safer together.' She reasoned. 'And there is no possible way I'm leaving you there to die alone.'
'How do you expect to help me if you can't even get out of your fighter?' He argued.
'Oh, I'm getting out.' She swore.
She didn't know how quite yet but she was certain that she was getting out of this ship if she hand to tear it apart with her bare hands. An idea occured to her. She didn't have to tear it apart with her bare hands, she had her staff!
She reached into the nook next to her seat that he had so thoughtfully included in the modifications to her TIE just for her weapon.
"Alright Chewie, I have a plan, you just be ready to scoop me up!" She spoke into her cockpit coms equipment, which she much prefered to the headgear from the simcaps aboard the Redemption. Setting the staff across her legs she fastened on an evac helmet but left her hands bare - she'd need every bit of her grip for this, unfastened her safety harness, took a deep breath and ignited her blades. She took a moment to center herself, ignoring Ben's panicking voice in her head begging her not to do anything stupid, she hit the eject lever with the force and despite the bulge of her stomach, the crazy spin of her disabled fighter, and the sudden acceleration of her seat shoving her through the ejection hatch, she curled herself into a spiralling ball of spinning lavender blades. Several chunks of array hit her but since they had already been disconnected from the main machine by her blades they did no harm. In a blink she was free of the danger of being hit by the TIE.
'I'm free!' She cried triumphantly.
'Damn it, Rey! Don't you dare come in here!' He shouted into her mind as a man in olive green clamped a set of binders around his wrists. 'I'll get myself out of this!' He promised.
She ignored him and extinguished her blades, holding the staff tightly in her rapidly cooling hands. Part one of her plan was complete, now all she had to do was wait for Chewie to manuever the Falcon into position to catch her.
No sooner had that thought crossed her mind than the Falcon appeared ahead of her, slowed down to barely slower than her and opened it's trash hatch. The rest was entirely up to her.
She twisted around, nudged herself into perfect alignment with the hatch and pulled herself toward the freighter with a gentle tug on the hull.
Despite her protective suit she began to shiver as her hands went numb and a thin layer of frost formed on them. 'Just stay alive, I'm on my way.' She thought towards her husband.
'I can get out of this on my own.' He insisted stubbornly. 'Go back to the Redemption.'
'Get it through your thick skull, dearest… I'm not leaving you in danger.' She thought in a tone dripping with finality.
