Poe has a moment of barely-conscious understanding, recognition that once again Andor is leaving the decision up to him. Strangely enough, it leaves him with an equally fleeting, barely acknowledged sense of having something to prove -- offering proof that he's up to the real challenge here, as well as buying additional time.
A TIE manages a lucky shot on their aft, though the deflector shield absorbs it without a significant drop. Poe twitches the yoke, and the Heartline quickly slips to port, skimming just meters above the battered, sheared-off hull of some sort of freighter as they race for the chaotic expanse ahead. Andor's comment prompts a glance at the board from Poe, as well -- not that he doesn't trust the Captain, but because he wants to know how bad it is.
Not great, but not impossible. "Guess that explains some of the casualties out there," he says, and weaves his way through another span of asteroids, chased by green bolts of energy. To have an effect that size, he supposes some part of one of those moons of long ago must've been loaded with iron ... that, or maybe it's a deterrent of of some sort.
Where his sensors are still functional, another three TIEs have disappeared from the board. "Make 'em pay for it, if they decide to chase us," Poe murmurs. "might send 'em circling the dead zone, waiting for us to come out, too. Buying time, right?"
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A TIE manages a lucky shot on their aft, though the deflector shield absorbs it without a significant drop. Poe twitches the yoke, and the Heartline quickly slips to port, skimming just meters above the battered, sheared-off hull of some sort of freighter as they race for the chaotic expanse ahead. Andor's comment prompts a glance at the board from Poe, as well -- not that he doesn't trust the Captain, but because he wants to know how bad it is.
Not great, but not impossible. "Guess that explains some of the casualties out there," he says, and weaves his way through another span of asteroids, chased by green bolts of energy. To have an effect that size, he supposes some part of one of those moons of long ago must've been loaded with iron ... that, or maybe it's a deterrent of of some sort.
Where his sensors are still functional, another three TIEs have disappeared from the board. "Make 'em pay for it, if they decide to chase us," Poe murmurs. "might send 'em circling the dead zone, waiting for us to come out, too. Buying time, right?"