"All right, buddy," Poe murmurs, but he's grinning -- in defiance of the enemy on their tail, sure, but also with some sharp-edged pleasure at the thought of going up against the First Order once again. Andor doesn't order him into the fight, though he could. Hell, Andor hasn't really done much for issuing firm orders in the first place.
Then again, Poe hasn't been much inclined to argue. In the heartbeats following Andor's announcement, it feels like he's leaving the specifics of their departure to Poe himself.
And then there's no more time to think about those things, because those TIEs are close enough now to take half-decent shots, and it leaves Poe needing to split his attention between the obstacles ahead and TIEs jockeying to maneuver around the ship. He turns the ship on its side once again, and scoots between two larger asteroids; a number of those TIE's sweep around the sides, but one is daring enough to follow through.
It's a mistake, one announced in an explosion to their aft as a solar array scrapes craggy rock and catches there, momentum grabbing the fighter and swinging into the side of the asteroid like a child smashing a toy into a wall.
Poe glances up, sees the underbelly of a pair of TIEs racing ahead of them, arcing high. Not far ahead, the debris is getting thicker, smaller, more dangerous as they near the space where those rings cross. "Thanks for that," Poe says at last. "Guess we'll see if these are any good, huh?"
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Then again, Poe hasn't been much inclined to argue. In the heartbeats following Andor's announcement, it feels like he's leaving the specifics of their departure to Poe himself.
And then there's no more time to think about those things, because those TIEs are close enough now to take half-decent shots, and it leaves Poe needing to split his attention between the obstacles ahead and TIEs jockeying to maneuver around the ship. He turns the ship on its side once again, and scoots between two larger asteroids; a number of those TIE's sweep around the sides, but one is daring enough to follow through.
It's a mistake, one announced in an explosion to their aft as a solar array scrapes craggy rock and catches there, momentum grabbing the fighter and swinging into the side of the asteroid like a child smashing a toy into a wall.
Poe glances up, sees the underbelly of a pair of TIEs racing ahead of them, arcing high. Not far ahead, the debris is getting thicker, smaller, more dangerous as they near the space where those rings cross. "Thanks for that," Poe says at last. "Guess we'll see if these are any good, huh?"