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[poeticforce]

carryover for tfln and other memes

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TFLN with ~loistheintrepid

[poeticforce]

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Oh no, you can get out of saying please with that too.

What's anticlimactic about nice lingerie?

[loistheintrepid]

[ ooc: bless u ]

Maybe you're the one who's gonna have to say please tonight


Can you tell I'm really good at this

[poeticforce]

Oh yeah?

You're really good at a lot of things.

[loistheintrepid]

Mmhm.

I think you're just horny, Commander.

thread with fightingthelight.

[poeticforce]

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I wouldn't say know but I kind of assumed as much.

[fightingthelight]

Well...you know now.

thread with pathfinderryder.

[poeticforce]

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That sounds entirely fair. Also, if I can't manage to handle a new gun then we have bigger problems than any mishaps with said gun.

Hm. I think we can make it work with just one ship. Certainly less chance of detection. If we end up needing a second ship I'll steal one of theirs.

[pathfinderryder]

sounds awesome. the tempest's already fueled up - where should we meet? kadara? seems like your kind of port.

[poeticforce]

My kind of port, huh? Alright, sounds like a plan. Meet you there.

[pathfinderryder]

be there in two hours. meet you at umi's.

tfln thread with forceshadowed.

[poeticforce]

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[ He doesn't even try not to grin at the message that comes in next. But rather than send a reply he just gets up and walks over to open the door, the grin lingering on his lips when he sees Jane there. ]

I hope this isn't just an elaborate set-up for one of your 'knock knock' jokes.

[forceshadowed]

[ Tucking her device and her hands into her pockets, Jane rocks on her heels, suddenly a little shy. Which isn't a side of her one sees too often, since she's equal parts Organa fire and Solo bravado, and is almost always operating in that mode. Especially in front of other people. ]

Would you be disappointed, if it were?

[poeticforce]

[ Poe cants his head slightly. Normally he'd tease but with the surprising dash of shyness he thinks he catches from her, he doesn't want a tease to get taken the wrong way. ]

Nah. That would mean I'd be disappointed to see you.

[ He flashes one of his warm smiles and steps back so she can come in if she wants. ]

[forceshadowed]

[ Of course she's coming in. Maybe even a little too hastily? She doesn't want to lose her nerve, okay. Technically it's not her first time in his room but it's kind of different when you're intending to do, well, something. (Stars, even just in her head that sounds so weird.)

So as not to make things weirder, she makes an attempt at their usual banter. ]

Sweet-talker. [ She grins teasingly. ] Do you say that to all the ladies, Dameron, or just to me?

thread with cheeseburgermarvel.

[poeticforce]

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I feel the same way. And I wouldn't ask you to stop doing what you do. It's part of what I like about you, even if the battles we each have to fight make it sometimes seem like it's ages in-between seeing each other.

[cheeseburgermarvel]

[I am ALWAYS up for Carol and Poe feelings. I'm sorry that your life has been so crazy. Stick with it - you'll get through it and all your RP partners (who are cool) will here for you when you're available/ready!]

I wouldn't ask you, either. What you're doing is too important to walk away from. I don't love how long we go without seeing each other sometimes, but I think it's so much better than never seeing each other.

But yeah, I don't know, maybe after your war, when things are more stable, maybe there's a future where we fly around saving the galaxy. Together.

Is that too much? I'm sorry if it is. I don't have a lot of experience with relationships.

[poeticforce]

[ Oh good because I'm always up for Carol and Poe too. <3 Life needs to stop being ridiculous, I'm so ready to get off this rollercoaster, sigh. ]


Definitely better than never seeing each other. That's... I don't think either of us wants to consider that.

[ With the desperate edge that was sometimes present after they hadn't seen each other in far too long, it felt a pretty safe thing to assume. ]

I don't have a lot of experience either, to be honest. Nothing like this. [ Who had time for such in a war? Well, his parents had made the time, they hadn't let a war stop them. And it's something he still wonders about from time to time. How they found the strength to dare to love, to have a child, during such a dangerous time. Some days it's hard enough for Poe to deal with losing a friend or a squadmate, let alone the thought of losing someone he cares more deeply for. ]

But I don't think it's too much. Maybe for some people but there aren't a lot of people like us. Who do the things we do, and would keep doing them.

I like the thought of that. Spending more time together. Helping the galaxy, together.

[cheeseburgermarvel]

[Hey life! Give 'em a break!!]

No, I don't want to consider that. In fact, let's consider that option off the table.

[It might be easier logistics-wise for the two of them not having to steal away small breaks here and there, but in the long run, Carol would be really upset without having him in her life.]

I agree. We don't seem like the kind of people who can plant themselves down and feel content. I'd get restless. Not to say I'm opposed to a home base, I just don't want to be there all the time.

I'm rambling.

I guess what I'm saying is that maybe we better keep our eyes peeled for a ship big enough for two humanoids, a droid, and a flerken, with a hangar big enough for your X-Wing. For the future.

[Because she would never make him give up that ship. Though she may request to fly it every so often.]

- for @forceshadowed ; darkish au but tros spoilers

[poeticforce]

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you know that tone's not really the greatest for stress

[ He's not really sassing at her, at least not this time. ]

also I don't think you'll like it if I tell you
actually I'm almost positive you won't

did you know final order destroyers and first order destroyers look pretty identical on the inside?
because I didn't until now

[forceshadowed]

sorry

[ She knows, can feel it in their bond. But it's a knee-jerk reaction more than anything; she wouldn't have liked it if that tone had been used on her, either. ]

i thought you said you weren't telling me

[ HOLY KRIFF how in the nine Corellian hells did he even— ]

did bri give you that mission??

[poeticforce]

[ He wasn't going to but words have a way of just slipping out when tensions are high.

Also he's discovering it's somewhat difficult to keep things from someone who's been inside your head. Part of him wonders if it's some sort of compulsion, or fear, or something else entirely. Just one of an increasing list of things Poe doesn't spend too much time thinking too hard on. ]

I don't take orders from your sister

we just
happen to have the same enemy at the moment

[forceshadowed]

which destroyer

[ But she doesn't really have to ask, does she? Not when she can feel him anyway? Probably not as sharply at this distance, but... she's sure she'll know. That's kind of how things have been the more time's passed. ]

good, i was worried if you were haha

[ Just trying to hold on to some semblance of normalcy here. In any case, he'll soon feel that she's coming up with a plan, even if as she's not saying anything about it. But she's taken to the comms and started checking on her squad, making sure they'll be fine if she ditches them to look for him. ]

time warp things idk

[jediway]

[ A tremendous explosion shakes through the southern Jundland Wastes, and the echoes that reach Obi-Wan are loud enough to incite his curiosity. He does not need to lead his eopie far before the source of the sound becomes clear: a pillar of smoke billows straight up from a distant crash site, a distinct line of charcoal black against the cloudless midday sky. A beacon for miles around.

He follows uncharted trails through otherwise treacherous landscape until he is close enough to see the smoke’s source through battered macrobionoculars. The ravaged carcass of a TIE fighter is belching acrid smoke from the depths of its still burning engines.

The site is already swarming with Jawas, but his interest is more important than salvage. Why was the Empire on Tatooine… and what had brought their ship out of the sky?

Stomach tight, Obi-Wan scans the beige-on-beige surroundings, automatically looking for the sheen of white armor. An extrasensory awareness directs him to focus on a nearly invisible line of footsteps cutting up and across a dune, leading away from the crash. They do not lead him to any answers, though, but instead only to a further complication in an already concerning situation.

Sitting astride his mount as he peers down, Obi-Wan watches the unfortunate stranger’s tired, limping march through the valley below. He knows instantly that it’s no Stormtrooper.

With a sort of geniality that did not fit the inhospitable surroundings, Obi-Wan calls out. ]

Alright, my friend? [ He waits patiently for the man in the valley to spot him – perhaps a storey above, both he and his eopie looking down with a shared curiosity. ] I think you may be lost… Unless you intend to head deeper into the salt flats, in which case you’re well on track.

[poeticforce]

[ The impact brings him back to consciousness rudely, Poe letting out a reflexive shout at the harsh jostling of his already aching body. It takes a moment for his eyes to focus, not that there's much to see with the increasing smoke. His hands fumble with the straps keeping him in the seat, moving on reflex more than anything as he works to extract himself from the cockpit. He's not immediately sure of much of anything but one didn't need much awareness to know the tell-tale signs of a fire.

There's a moment of pause from his jacket being caught on something under the seat, bringing a flicker of a memory, and then Poe's finally emerging into the sunlight, coughing slightly from the smoke. It takes more effort than it seems like it should for him to get to his feet — he could swear his body aches down to his bones and there's too many separate points of pain to try to identify right away — and he wavers on the sand before catching his balance. Turning to properly look at the ship, or what was left of it, doesn't bring any recognition past what it is. Poe presses a hand to his head as he tries to remember and nope, bad idea, the motion only brings attention to the throbbing pain there.

But, wait. Hadn't there been someone else with him? It's all hazy but he could swear... No, he doesn't know how he knows but there's no one else in the wreckage of the ship. He lets out a relieved breath he didn't realize he was holding.

A glance around him at the surroundings doesn't give him any clues, or any indication that sticking around the crash site was a useful idea, so Poe starts to walk after picking an arbitrary direction. There has to be some sign of civilization somewhere. It's slow going between the terrain and tiredness, but it's not difficult to push himself to keep moving, keep going. Such was a well-established habit.

It also gives time for some of the fog in his head to fade and remembrance to return, although as it does Poe wouldn't readily call it an improvement.

At least a quiet nagging concern was able to settle, when he remembered that he hadn't been alone in the TIE fighter — but once they were in the atmosphere he had pulled the eject cable for the gunner seat as Finn had been knocked unconscious when the missile impacted, wanting to make sure the other man was likely to survive. So as far as Poe knew Finn was out there somewhere, probably in a similar state but alive was infinitely better than the alternative. Poe had tried to eject himself once it was abundantly clear there was no "smoothing out" the inevitable crash but his jacket had been caught on something he hadn't been able to see or readily find as the TIE made its death spiral to the surface.

Poe's caught up in his tangled thoughts, and in keeping himself moving, when he hears someone call out toward him.

It takes him a minute to locate the source, shielding his eyes from the sun with one hand. He'll take it as a good sign that there's not a weapon pointed at him (yet). ]

A little lost, yeah, actually. [ Not that Poe likes admitting that to a stranger but he's sure it's painfully obvious. ] I don't suppose there's an outpost nearby?

[ He doubts he could be that lucky — all his luck probably got used up in the unexpected rescue, which if so he was more than okay with that — but he needs to get to one sooner than later so he can try to find his droid, and get himself a way back to the Resistance. ]

[jediway]

[ There’s more to be seen now that he’s closer; this man is bloodied and exhausted and unarmed, and any one of those things is near enough to a death sentence on this part of the planet. None of these facts is helpful for identifying who he might be. Even after Obi-Wan reaches out with something beyond his mundane senses, he finds is a psyche just as battered as the man’s physical state… and something else. Something he hasn’t felt in long time.

By the Force, he thinks, startled.

There is no change to Obi-Wan’s expression or tone, but he suddenly gives the sides of his mount a little nudge, encouraging the eopie to begin a graceful descent down the steep rocks. ]

Nothing is ever nearby on Tatooine, I’m afraid. You missed Anchorhead by, oh, 40 kilometers. [ His mount comes to stop several feet away. Obi-Wan is as perfectly at ease as he turns down the hood of his robes, as if he regularly offers directions to desperate strangers. He gestures vaguely in the direction opposite of which he’d come by. ] That is – ah, well, that was your ship, wasn’t it?

[ Even from here, the pillar of smoke is visible. ]

Quite a landing.