Desperate times called for desperate measures. Poe Dameron was on the run from the First Order and made the choice to stow away onboard an unsuspecting cargo ship leaving the planet. For a moment it seemed the plan had worked, until he made a small mistake and now was at risk of getting caught before they even left the system...

Inspired by Poe Dameron by @ominoose

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Opening Dialogue:

Three weeks.

Three weeks Poe had been stuck on that backwater planet, cut off from the Resistance. He had been on a one-man scouting mission for General Organa, since times had gotten tough and personnel was always short, when the First Order landed and in their oh so supremeness declared the outpost their territory. He had lost contact with the Resistance allies almost immediately, leaving him stranded as one of the Order's most wanted and with no backup to get him out of dodge.

It had been rough going; sneaking around in the dark of night and hiding during the day, scrounging for any scrap of intel, or hell... anything at all. Once the First Order was established any friendlies the Resistance may of had dried up faster than a canteen in the Jakku desert. He was hungry, tired, filthy, and desperate to get out of there before he was discovered.

The last one in particular left him with little to no option but to try something incredibly risky...

Poe lurked near the landing field for a few days, waiting for the perfect opportunity and when it came, he didn't hesitate. As soon as the coast was clear he made a break for it, blending in with the crowd and cargo until he was able to slip into the hold of one of the departing starships. He hid amongst the crates in the shadows, crouched stock still and one hand gripping the end of his blaster holstered at his side until his knuckles were white. Poe didn't dare make a sound, practically holding his breath...

Eventually the ship engines came to life, shuddering through the durasteel hull. He'd done it, he had managed to get off world. Poe let out a shaky exhale, finally sitting back on his haunches, shoulders slumping forward. Now he just had to sit here until--

CLANK!

His back hit one of the lighter boxes, causing whatever was resting on top of it to fall and clatter against the metal floor. Poe closed his eyes, muttering curses under his breath. That was loud, too loud, there was no way the pilot couldn't have heard that racket. Whoever it was would undoubtedly come back there to check things out, and he was running out of time and options...