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Concept: In a surface-level battle Poe gets hit and his ship, careering out of control, crashes into Finn’s and takes down that too.

They both manage to land in one piece, Finn is even able to get out of his wrecked ship with minor scrapes, but Poe is stuck. A piece of warped metal is pinning his legs. Finn rushes over to help, scales the wreck and together they try to cut off or move the debris pinning Poe.

Above their heads the battle rages on – ship after ship is hit.

One is shot down right above their heads. 

Finn watches in despair as hundreds of tonnes of metal is hurtling towards them from the sky – Poe is screaming at him to run, to leave him, but he can’t.

Instinctively Finn flings his hand out, as if it could stop the plummeting ship…

And it does.

For a long moment, the Universe itself seems to be holding its breath. Finn himself is breathing heavily, hardly believing what he’s just done. Experimentally, he waves his hand, as if shooing the ship away, like an offending fly.

Slowly, almost gracefully the enormous machine tilts to the side and crashes into the ground, shaking the ground and covering the two men with dirt.

And Finn, Finn pitches forward and has to support himself on Poe’s shoulder for a moment, because the the narrow walls of his perception have just exploded and finally, finally he can see it all, he can feel it all, all the strings of reality that bind us all, that connect us all, he’s free

And it’s so easy to reach out and pull on these strings until they rearrange themselves and pull back the metal debris… He’s vaguely aware that Poe is shouting in elated disbelief, but all else is drowned out by a single thought as he frees his friend and they stumble to find shelter.

So.

This is how the Force works.