It was a classic killbox, his smaller squad having finally taken the high
ground, a few feinted charges pulling two units of stormtroopers into the
bottle neck created by crashed fighters below. A few more shots to increase
panic, then'd he'd toss a grenade at the most obvious exit-
Poe's sudden arrival had instantly drawn his attention, his rifle aimed at
the man's chest before his mind caught up with his body. Luckily
(relatively. it wasn't like it was a real blaster) he was a better soldier
than to fire without thinking, the barrel of the gun dropping the moment he
realized who he was.
"End simulation."
It was reflexive, no thought to it, that he grinned at the sight of the man
as he jogged over to grab his shoulder. This was normal, too. No need to
bring the rest of it into this. Not yet, anyway, in these few seconds where
he could help it.
no subject
He almost shot him.
It was a classic killbox, his smaller squad having finally taken the high ground, a few feinted charges pulling two units of stormtroopers into the bottle neck created by crashed fighters below. A few more shots to increase panic, then'd he'd toss a grenade at the most obvious exit-
Poe's sudden arrival had instantly drawn his attention, his rifle aimed at the man's chest before his mind caught up with his body. Luckily (relatively. it wasn't like it was a real blaster) he was a better soldier than to fire without thinking, the barrel of the gun dropping the moment he realized who he was.
"End simulation."
It was reflexive, no thought to it, that he grinned at the sight of the man as he jogged over to grab his shoulder. This was normal, too. No need to bring the rest of it into this. Not yet, anyway, in these few seconds where he could help it.
"Welcome back, man."