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Exegol preplay

The ships exited hyperspace, and Poe's first thought upon seeing Exegol was that it looked dead. It was the the ugliest thing he'd seen in a long while, and he wondered if it had always been this way, or if building a colossal fleet of Star Destroyers here had killed the place.

And when the ships dived into the cloud cover, they nearly ran into the Sith fleet. It was massive. Their triangled hulls were enormous, but they grew even smaller as their numbers seemed to stretch into infinity.

"Great dark seas," Aftab Ackbar gasped across the comm. "Look at that!"

"No sign of the Falcon or allies," Tyce said from her ship.

"Help will get here," Poe assured them.

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"Jesus Christ," Steve said, breathing out through his mouth to calm his nerves. "Okay. Let's go again."

He spun the ship and headed back into the melee.

The melee was more than waiting for him. Even more had joined the fight now, and there were far too many enemy ships facing far too few Resistance ships.

Which meant several TIEs could immediately swing forward to focus on him.

"The only easy day was yesterday," he muttered under his breath, glancing at the cockpit dials and screens, labeled in an entirely foreign language. Nothing was beeping or turning red, so he assumed he was okay for now.

"Okay, you bastards, let's play," he said, flying straight at them.

The TIEs were not playing, in fact, and they were aggressively headed for him, shooting the whole time.

"I hate every single thing about this," Steve said, trying to shift his ship out of the line of fire and enjoying the lack of drag in space as he soared up.

But he wasn't exactly an ace out here and his moves were still pretty basic. The TIEs were closing again much faster than he could compensate for.

"Danny's going to kill me."

He might, if the TIEs firing on him didn't do it first.

"Shitshitshit," Steve said because there were all of the blaring lights and red flashing buttons he'd been hoping not to see on the control panel.

He looked out the cockpit to see one of the S-foils on the starboard side complete gone and the other shot full of laser holes.

"My ship's done," he said, with a sigh. "Punching out."

Into a combat zone. In space. This was probably bad, but better than being in a sitting duck of a ship?

"On it," Tony called back, turning into a bit of a red and yellow blur to reach him in time. Hopefully Steve wouldn't be too opposed to getting snagged like a bag of groceries.