A battle scene with Force sensitive Finn and Boba from my alternate sequel trilogy, with Mandalorian Finn and Boba the Mandalore (link to masterpost). This most likely takes place during the Battle of Tatooine in Episode IX. For @fettjango’s birthday, happy 28th!
The shard of darkness flies to Finn through the air, flipping end over end. He does not grab it so much as it falls into his hand, as though the metal grip of the hilt were always meant to be there. He whips the blade sideways to parry away the lightsaber, the blade of light and the one of darkness crackling with white static in the moment of their meeting.
Before the Knight of Ren can bring her saber back in line Finn stretches out a hand, gathering the strands of power that stretch throughout this spaceship corridor and beyond. He pushes it out toward the Knight and she flies back, hitting her back on the far wall.
He is ready for her when she bounces back from the wall and kicks off it through the air at him, borne on waves of the Force like a Mandalorian warrior on his jets. He raises the Darksaber with one hand while preparing to dodge out of the way.
The Knight is yanked off course, and it isn’t until she is being slammed against the bulkhead that Finn sees the cable wrapped around her wrist. She pulls at the cable and reaches out with the Force, pushing with it against her new opponent before she can be zipped along with the cable as it winds up. She lands on the floor on her back, and even as Finn runs to her he can tell that she has stopped pushing and is pulling at the floor for leverage, keeping herself on the floor so that her heavier armored opponent, rather than pulling her to him, hurtles to her as his cable winds. Her other hand holds out her lightsaber, knocking away the warrior’s blaster bolts and ready to impale him as his reflection looms larger and larger in her mask.
Finn leaps in with a shout, buoyed by his jets and maybe with the Force, it’s hard to tell at times, and swings with the Darksaber at the cable. He half expects the blade to bounce back from the taut metal but instead it cuts through with the ping of the wire disconnecting. White sparks fly and the airborne warrior, now freed from the cable, activates his jets to flip backward through the air, still shooting. The Knight on the floor rolls away to avoid the bolts and the end of the severed cable that whips toward her.
Finn cuts his jets to pounce, Darksaber in both hands stabbing down, but she manages to strike his blade away as she rolls and the Darksaber strikes sparks off the floor instead. The Knight leaps to her feet, breathing heavily, her back to a wall as she faces both the warriors.
“Surrender. It is two against one, you have no chance.” Finn holds out the Darksaber at her while the other warrior lands next to him with a hiss of jets.
Just then footsteps pound toward them from their left–no, from their right as well–and Finn sees more Knights and soldiers coming down the corridor from both sides.
“No.” The Knight stands straight, holding out the burning red light of the saber. “You have no chance. Surrender.”
Next to Finn a blaster clatters to the floor.
“Boba!” Finn stares aghast at the warrior who raises his hands through the air. No, not he, the Warrior of Warriors, Boba Fett the Mandalore himself. Finn feels his eyes sting at the very thought even while he widens his stance and watches the Knight out of the corner of an eye. She is relaxed, however, taking a breather while her comrades arrive to trap her adversaries.
Boba’s hands stop on either side of him, stretching out toward the left and the right at the approaching enemies. Finn feels the tug of the Force and realizes what is happening a split second before the Knight gives a sharp cry and charges at Boba with her saber. Finn throws himself between her and Boba, throwing her back with a parry.
The Force bursts from Boba like a flare from a sun, so overwhelming Finn’s Force sense shies away. On either side of the corridor the approaching enemies are knocked over, flattened as though with a hurricane. Before they can recover the doors on either end of the corridor slam shut, locking them out. From the pounding and the sound of lightsabers being activated, Finn can tell it is a temporary situation.
The Knight of Ren, cornered, charges again, but Finn meets her and this time a crackle of electric energy from the Darksaber flings her away against a bulkhead where she slides down to the floor, stunned.
“We go left,” Boba grounds out through gritted teeth, and Finn feels the strain on him from keeping the doors closed. He nods; it is the right call, the direction where he saw fewer enemies. “Activate my pack. Have to… concentrate.”
Finn nods and steps up to wrap the Mandalore in a bear hug. He reaches behind Boba at the ancillary control on his jetpack, building up a pressure in the right main jet to start tilting him over. Holding Boba steady in his arms, Finn activates his own pack with the muscle gestures familiar to him since childhood and kicks off slantwise, increasing the output on Boba’s pack so they have enough propulsion for both bodies.
When they are horizontal, the floor to Finn’s right side and ceiling to the left–this is crazy, it occurs to him for the first time–he fires both jets so they are flying through the air at the door as though to ram it with their heads.
He feels Boba release the hold on the Force with a gasp of relief, and the door ahead of them disappears as it flies open with a whoosh. Finn releases the Mandalore and they fly apart, Boba already shooting with his other blaster at the soldiers who are just now bringing their blasters up, Finn pushing them over with the Force and slashing with the Darksaber that seems alive in his hands.
They break through the line of enemies and land on the other side, then leap off once more down the corridor toward their allies. As he runs, propelled by his jets, Finn gives a sideways glance to Boba and their eyes meet.
“Thank you for the assist.” Finn holds up the Darksaber. “I’ll return it once we’re out of the woods.”
Boba shakes his head before he turns to fire at their pursuers. “Keep it. It suits you.”

