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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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From:

stykera

This had been going too well for Stark so far so of course he was going to get attacked by a flying enemy. Of course.

One shot struck his upper arm and he cried out, dropping his blaster as he stumbled a few steps before falling forward. It hurt. But he needed to get back up or it was going to hurt more.

From:

nothowtheforceworks

Finn just happened to look over at the right time while waving people through to the lander. He wasn't sure what happened, and he didn't have time to ask, so instead he let instinct take over.

He stuck a hand out, and suddenly Stark was picked up into the air and moved him the rest of the way into the lander.

If he was slightly more dropped than set down, well, he was real brand new to this.

From:

stykera

Being sent flying through the air with no warning was a new experience. If Stark let out another yell that sounded suspiciously like "what the frell" at the sensation that was perfectly understandable.

Hitting the ground was considerably less new, at least, and resulted in a much smaller yelp followed by a thud and a quiet groan.

"How...?" He'd be very thankful later. For now he was confused and he'd just been shot.