Rescue

In the place where their ships had been, now lay a huge chunk of rubble from a destroyed Star Destroyer. Rey stared. If she squinted, a few shards of red and black metal could be seen sprayed out from beneath it, but certainly nothing worth flying.

“No, no, no…” Rey ran up to the rubble, despairingly reaching out to touch it, worry taking hold of her.

Bleating, Jar Jar the nerf hurried up behind her, anxious at seeing her despair. He rubbed his face comfortingly against her thigh.

Nervously, Rey clutched her arms against herself more fervently. With no ship, she had no way off this planet. She looked up to the open sky, full of countless ships circling around, and instinctively she blushed deeper.

Even if they were too far away to make out the details of her, she felt so exposed out here.

What she needed was…

There was a screech of engines, and she jumped back as she saw another ship hurtling down. She wasn’t sure whether or not to sigh in relief, though she settled for blushing furiously when the cockpit sprung open.

“Rey!” Poe Dameron said. “Need a ride?”

Maybe she should be relieved. It was better to be off this world than stuck there, even if she was naked.

“Yeah, that’d…”

“Wait!” Poe said.

He jammed his hand against a lever, landing the craft, and quickly vaulted out of it, grabbing for a blaster. He fired twice over Rey’s shoulder.

She jumped, turning around. A mildly miffed Ben stood there, still transparently. Then Rey squealed and blushed, turning around again to avoid exposing her butt to Poe.

“It’s okay, it’s okay!” Rey said. “He’s good now. And dead.”

Poe paused. He looked at Ben. Ben looked back, shrugging. He waved a gently glowing hand.

“Huh,” Poe said.

The nerf wandered curiously over to him and licked his blaster-hand.

“Well, either way, you’d better get dressed so we can leave,” Poe said.

Rey blushed.

“Well?” Poe said.

“Um…”

There was another screeching of engines. Rey jumped, wailing as a ship came to a stop a few steps behind her. She staggered back, realizing there really was no good way to stand just now. Whichever way she faced, someone saw too much of her, not that seeing her front with only her arms and lightsabers for cover wasn’t too much already.

The cockpit opened, and Rey recognised a pilot called Wrobie Tyce, fairly dark skinned, eyes widening as she took in the sight.

“Sorry, looked like you needed help,” Tyce said.

Rey blushed.

“It’s okay, I’ve got this,” Poe said. “She was just getting her kit back on.”

Rey whimpered. She muttered something inaudible.

“What was that?” Tyce said.

“I can’t!” Rey yelped. “Do you think I’d be naked if I could get dressed?”

She reddened. Both stared.

“I thought it was a distress signal,” Tyce said. “Make you stand out more against the ground, you know.”

“Same,” Poe said.

“It wasn’t!” Rey yelped.

“So whichever one of us flies you back, you’re going to be… like that?” Tyce said slowly.

Rey swallowed. She looked between the two ships. They were technically single-person craft, but there was enough room for a second person to squeeze in just behind the seat, even if it was rather close quarters. Especially to be naked in.

“And the other one can rescue Jar Jar,” Ben said.

There was a pause.

“He’s the nerf,” Ben said helpfully.

Poe and Tyce continued to stare. Rey was just glad it wasn’t at her for once.

“Am I the only one who can see a blue Kylo Ren?” Tyce said.

“Nope,” Poe said.

“Well. I guess that makes it okay then,” Tyce said.

Rey looked between the two, suddenly feeling more naked than ever.