There was no answer. Poe had only been semi-conscious during the final descent - only enough to manage to pull up at the last second and make his landing slightly less fatal. It wasn't really thought but instinct that had done it.

As soon as he hit the ground, his side erupted with pain, his vision went white, and then it was gone. Everything.

He lay slumped in the chair, the ejection seat untouched, but a large segement of the destroyed dashboard had gone straight into his gut like a giant metal splinter. The only reason he hadn't bled out already was the fact that it was lodged so tight the blood couldn't pour out around it. So it just seeped - his cream shirt slowly dying red.