[ Dust and air kicks up around her as the speeder blows right by, leaving her squinting through whipping dark hair and debris — which might have been troublesome in a firefight, if Poe wasn't busy being a menace to her attackers with said speeder. As it is, all the shooting more or less comes to a stop as the other two assailants scatter and shout. Gives her the few precious seconds she needs to duck into the passenger's side of their commandeered vehicle.
That was... Definitely something. ]
Ah, fuck. [ She mutters, tugging at her torn sleeve, singed from blasterfire. ] I liked this shirt. [ Then, glancing over her shoulder — oh, great. Were those speeder bikes? ] Hey, we're about to have company.
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That was... Definitely something. ]
Ah, fuck. [ She mutters, tugging at her torn sleeve, singed from blasterfire. ] I liked this shirt. [ Then, glancing over her shoulder — oh, great. Were those speeder bikes? ] Hey, we're about to have company.