Six. Yeah, plan a was out the window. Poe makes a face. Well. There was always plan b. Finn's flashing and slightly confused thoughts isn't helping.

He really wasn't a politician.

"We're not the only ones here, highness - there's another team down on the surface trying their best to keep the planet from dooming itself and your moon. So it's not a guaranteed death sentence to stay - but we aren't risking leaving you here. The safest way to get you off unnoticed is a decoy. That gives us a reason to be down here - checking out the situation with an unscheduled launch. If, for example, one of your captains was said to be trying to mutiny..." He let the sentence dangle, his eyebrow raised.

And if all went to hell, Poe would just have to fly like he'd never flown before.