"How old is this thing?" Finn shouted.

"I don't know!" Rey replied, head going back and forth between a set of old manuals annotated with three different illegible scrawls and what she thought was either the secondary engine motivator or the main capacitor feeding the guns. "But it's not had any careful owners!"

The whole ship shook, and half Rey's tools made a bid for freedom into the hole in the floor plating.

"Hey, watch it!" she called.

"Watch it?" Poe repeated, incredulous. "I should watch it? If I didn't do that then that First Order TIE would have blown the whole engine off the hull! You want I should let them do that?"

"It'd make fixing this thing easier!" Rey retorted. "Tell me next time before-"

Another lurch.

"I'll have to get the TIEs to give me a warning before I can do that!" Poe said, then the whole freighter went through a stomach-turning roll. "Finn, I'm going to give you a firing position in a moment, get ready!"

"Ready, Poe!" Finn shouted, from the turret, then the lights dimmed slightly as the dorsal turret went to maximum fire rate. "Whoo! Got one!"

"How many are there left?" Rey asked. "If you keep firing like that you'll blow a capacitor!"

"I count three!" Finn told them.

"I count three too, but I don't know if they're the same three!" Poe replied. "Okay, hold on tight!"

This time Rey's tools did go flying, and she caught the hydrospanner before it vanished into one of the cubbies that should have held escape pods.

"Right, that's it!" she grumbled. "Before I can fix anything else on this rustbucket I need to get that sorted out!"

She ran for the cockpit accessway.

"They're trying to skyline us," Poe said, wrenching the old freighter around in a turn that kissed one of the nearby dunes, then yelped as a Corellian Corvette's skeletonized remains rose up in front of them. "Uh-oh!"

He flipped and spun them, then spotted as Finn's guns managed to catch one of the TIEs buzzing around in the wing. "Great work, buddy!"

Leaning across to hit one of the copilot switches, Poe took them towards one of the really big crashed ships, then just as he was making his approach there was Rey's upper half in his way.

"Hey!" he protested, trying to lean around her as she clambered on the controls. "I'm trying to fit us through a hole not much bigger than the ship here!"

"And I'm trying to fix the inertial compensator control before it fails completely!" Rey shot back at him, somehow managing to get in his way again. "Do you want us to end up as a paste across the walls?"

"The compensator?" Poe repeated. "I always fly with the compensator at ninety-eight, it helps give me a feel for the ship!"

"If you don't shut up and let me concentrate you'll be flying with it at zero," Rey replied, holding on with one hand and working a tool Poe didn't recognize with the other. "This thing's so badly corroded I can't even read the markings."

"Do you want this ship to end up a paste across the walls of a crashed Star Destroyer?" Poe retorted. "Lift your foot so I have something to work with!"

Rey did so, balancing on one foot, and her staff swung down to clout Poe in the side of the head. "Ow!"

"Now do you understand?" Rey asked, most of her attention on the electronics.

"I'll take it," Poe said. "Hey, Finn, anyone behind us?"

"No – yes!" Finn replied, then the whole ship jolted. "One behind us!"

"Right!" Poe replied. "The others will be waiting outside for a shot at us. When I say, scan around for them, but keep your guns aimed towards the hole we're about to come out of – you'll get a perfect shot!"

The jagged hole loomed up ahead, marking where a turbolaser had smashed through the shields and armour of the massive Star Destroyer, and Poe took a deep breath. "Two, one, now!"

AN:

A take on establishing the dynamic of the three Sequel leads by a simple change – having them all in the Falcon chase.

Poe flies, Finn shoots, Rey fixes. Gives them all one major thing to do.