"You ready for this?" Ben asked as he and Rey faced off from opposite corners of the black cell after hours of mind-to-mind arguing over the benefits and risks of her idea to explode his light saber.
"Absolutely." Came her heartfelt reply. "Just remember to brace yourself, this explosion is going to be a lot stronger than the last time we did this."
"You just worry about those babies." His expression was deadly serious. "I'll worry about me."
'Get ready.' He cautioned. 'This is going to happen fast.'
'Toss it.' She said and reached out to catch his saber halfway between them.
"What are you doing?" Admiral Flamedancer's holoimage demanded. "Stop that!"
'Told you he was monitoring.' Ben gloated.
The floating saber hovered inside the holo. 'Make it look good.' She reminded him.
The pair bared their teeth, grunting as the saber trembled in the blue alien's chest. "Stop! Or I'll have no choice but to kill you!"
'I love you.' She thought towards Ben a moment before the door right behind him hissed open and she Force shoved him and his saber through it as hard as she could.
Ben slid backwards through the door catching his weapon and igniting it. In a heartbeat he was busy reflecting blaster bolts, slicing through black clad stormtroopers and dodging yet more bolts. As far as he could tell there had to be at least fifty guards already here and he could feel twice that number heading towards this location, at a run, from nearby. Against his better judgement he slammed the door release with a blast of Force.
Rey burst through the door and joined the fray, lilac blades spinning even as she ducked and dodged a dozen red bolts. Her shove had pushed him a good ten meters from the black cell, she realized grimly as she carved a path towards him and he did the same towards her.
Their minds were so deeply bound together that they had no need to communicate verbally or telepathically, they simply knew what each required of the other. After several tense seconds they reached each others side, one facing in each direction, protecting the other's back from the rapidly thinning hail of red lazer bolts.
Rey had never even tried reflecting blaster fire before but it came as naturally to her as breathing while she shared in his training through their mind link.
When at last the odds against them had thinned to a more managable level they broke apart and went on the offensive, killing the last dozen or so black armored troopers in rapid succession. Panting and sweating heavily from the exertion, Rey picked up on the advancing horde of enemies. 'We gotta go!' She said in a panicked voice into their shared conciousness.
'I know, hurry.' He replied, sprinting for the one access door into or out of the huge white throne room. 'Damnit!' He skidded to a halt, reaching out to the door as it's servos began to whine. 'Too late, they're here.' He gritted his teeth and clamped the gear box in a tight fist of Force energy, crushing it.
Rey tapped the gold dot behind her ear and spoke, "Hang tight, we're a little trapped right now."
"Trapped?" Poe jumped off the narrow ledge that served as a cot in his detention cell and began to prowl.
"Plan B worked great." Rey said soothingly. "But now we're one thin door away from being targeted by at least a hundred blasters… and it's starting to glow." Her eyes grew wide as a glowing red spot appeared and started to rapidly expand in the center of the door. "Gotta go." She tapped the dot again. 'Good luck.'
'Never believed in it.' He shot back as he took a position next to the door. 'Whatever happens, don't get in front of the door.' He instructed as she moved into position on the opposite side.
'You think?' She gave him a look that suggested he might be that dumb but she wasn't.
A hole opened in the center of the door and blaster bolts began to slip through it more and more as it enlarged.
Their guts clenched as they saw a bright yellow-orange beam replace the red bolts and a moment later the entire door blew inward in a hail of shrapnel. 'I love you.' He thought towards her as troopers began to stream in through the chokepoint created by the gaping doorway.
The bodies piled up pretty quickly as his red and her pale purple blades flashed and chopped, their blades nearly long enough to reach each other.
"Halt!" Ga'len's voice cut through the whine of blaster bolts. He picked his way carefully through the crowd of troopers lining the walls. "There is no need to sacrifice yourselves here. Lay down your weapons and return to your cell."
Ben reached out, getting a Force image of the hallway. Flamedancer was frustratingly close to the doorway but still just out of reach. "Or you could surrender and we might let you live out your days in the spice mines of Kessel." He said in a ringing tone.
Rey gaped at her husband. He winked and wordlessly sent her encouragement.
"I have the upper hand here, Ren." The blue Admiral asserted. "Surrender. Now." He ordered.
"I like my chances better if I don't." Ben taunted. 'Get ready to shove me, just… not so hard this time.'
Rey nodded acknowledgement.
"Don't be ridiculous!" Flamedancer scoffed. "You have no chance of escaping this ship alive."
'Now!' Ben cried into her mind and leapt toward her, flinging his saber into the hallway then calling it back into his hand as her Force shove pushed him back to safety.
"You missed." Ga'len taunted.
"Did I?" It was Ben's turn to scoff. He had taken out two of the troopers between Flamedancer and the doorway.
"How many times do you think you can get away with that foolishness?" Ga'len rolled his eyes.
In answer Ben, with Rey's assistance, did it again, taking out two more of the guards. "At least once." He called in an almost singsong voice.
There were only four more guards between the door and the alien, the eighty or so behind the Admiral wouldn't risk firing past their commander, Ben figured.
'This might hurt.' He warned her and before she could protest he stepped into the breach, deflecting bolts from the troopers between him and Ga'len as the clearly intimidated alien scrambled backwards down the hallway.
Rey rushed into the corridor, which was much narrower than most of the hallways onboard Soul Reaper, to fight beside but slightly behind her husband. Using Flamedancer's retreat as a shield against the blasters behind him they cut down or reflected bolts back at the troopers in front of him.
Rey winced as a bolt grazed Ben's outter thigh but he didn't react to the burning sting at all, just kept batting bolts down the narrow corridor, trying to hit the fleeing enemy commander but generally hitting troopers around him instead. After a good seven meters Ga'len turned on his heel and sprinted away from the oncoming Jedi opening the path for more and more blasters to fire at them.
