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poeticforce) wrote2024-04-16 05:38 pm
poeticforce) wrote2024-04-16 05:38 pm
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carryover for tfln and other memes
[ continued from here. ]
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.
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.
[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.
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.
[ 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.
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.
[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.]
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.]
[ continued from here. ]
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
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
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??
[ 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??
Edited 2020-01-07 09:39 (UTC)
[ 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
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
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. ]
[ 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. ]
the really big one
thought it was a new model dreadnought at first
also
to be perfectly honest
I thought she was setting me up at first
but the intel and codes are solid
thought it was a new model dreadnought at first
also
to be perfectly honest
I thought she was setting me up at first
but the intel and codes are solid
the really big one
got it
i'll see you in ten, fifteen tops
you think she's been holding out on us all this time?
got it
i'll see you in ten, fifteen tops
you think she's been holding out on us all this time?
it sounds vague but trust me, you'll know it when you see it
[ And he'll do his best to not get shot and continue with the sabotage in the meantime. ]
holding out like having her own agenda?
she's your sister, does that sound like something she would do?
[ And he'll do his best to not get shot and continue with the sabotage in the meantime. ]
holding out like having her own agenda?
she's your sister, does that sound like something she would do?
don't worry, i know how to look for you
[ Please don't get shot. ]
i don't think so
but the force is thick with something and i don't like it
do you feel it?
[ Please don't get shot. ]
i don't think so
but the force is thick with something and i don't like it
do you feel it?
[ Under other circumstances that would sound the opposite of reassuring - maybe it should never sound reassuring, considering, but it does. ]
feels like something's going to happen
don't know what, but
feels dangerous
feels like something's going to happen
don't know what, but
feels dangerous
why do i get the feeling this excites you
take it down a notch, hotshot
[ They both know they could take that advice herself, really. ]
take it down a notch, hotshot
[ They both know they could take that advice herself, really. ]
have to be a bit of an adrenaline junkie to be an ace pilot
and do something as insane as this
and do something as insane as this
[ 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.
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.
Edited 2022-05-06 05:36 (UTC)
[ 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. ]
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. ]
[ 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.
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.
[ Poe's brow furrows in clear confusion. Either he'd heard wrong or hit his head harder than he thought. ]
Tatooine? No no, can't be. I was headed back to Jakku.
[ Granted, it didn't make sense for a presumed local to misspeak, but one of them had to be wrong, and he knew the star destroyer hadn't taken a joyride while he was busy screaming himself hoarse. Poe had been in a race against First Order forces to locate the map for weeks now, there was no way they would give up when it was this close.
He tries to decide how much potential debate is worth it as the stranger comes closer, which he absently appreciates just so he doesn't have to keep looking up.
Mention of the ship has Poe glance back the way he'd come, sparing a moment eying the smoke trail. A regrettable beacon that he's sure the First Order won't have any trouble spotting. ]
Calling it a landing is generous. [ Poe manages to joke as his gaze returns to the stranger. ] But any landing you can walk away from is a decent one.
Tatooine? No no, can't be. I was headed back to Jakku.
[ Granted, it didn't make sense for a presumed local to misspeak, but one of them had to be wrong, and he knew the star destroyer hadn't taken a joyride while he was busy screaming himself hoarse. Poe had been in a race against First Order forces to locate the map for weeks now, there was no way they would give up when it was this close.
He tries to decide how much potential debate is worth it as the stranger comes closer, which he absently appreciates just so he doesn't have to keep looking up.
Mention of the ship has Poe glance back the way he'd come, sparing a moment eying the smoke trail. A regrettable beacon that he's sure the First Order won't have any trouble spotting. ]
Calling it a landing is generous. [ Poe manages to joke as his gaze returns to the stranger. ] But any landing you can walk away from is a decent one.
[ Obi-Wan’s head tilts in agreement with this pilot’s sentiment. Some days walking away alive is a victory itself.
But Jakku. A place so obscure that for a second he tries to think of where on Tatooine it might be, patiently running through the name of every valley or dune sea or homestead he knows. ]
Your navigation system must have been very damaged to bring you so off course, then. [ Or your head has been damaged in that landing, Obi-Wan adds to himself, humming sympathetically. It certainly looks as though it has been knocked around several times. From within his robes he withdraws a canteen, its exterior well-worn, like the rest of his appearance. He offers it, and then tosses the canteen carefully across the short distance between them. It’s heavy with water. ] Rough flights can be confusing for man and machine.
These are the Jundland Wastes of Tatooine, though. I’d know – I live here.
[ A beat, as if to let that sink in... and to let the man drink. Obi-Wan, still in that unflappably pleasant tone, asks, ]
Where did you get an Empire ship?
But Jakku. A place so obscure that for a second he tries to think of where on Tatooine it might be, patiently running through the name of every valley or dune sea or homestead he knows. ]
Your navigation system must have been very damaged to bring you so off course, then. [ Or your head has been damaged in that landing, Obi-Wan adds to himself, humming sympathetically. It certainly looks as though it has been knocked around several times. From within his robes he withdraws a canteen, its exterior well-worn, like the rest of his appearance. He offers it, and then tosses the canteen carefully across the short distance between them. It’s heavy with water. ] Rough flights can be confusing for man and machine.
These are the Jundland Wastes of Tatooine, though. I’d know – I live here.
[ A beat, as if to let that sink in... and to let the man drink. Obi-Wan, still in that unflappably pleasant tone, asks, ]
Where did you get an Empire ship?
[ It's because of his ordeal that he subconsciously tenses for a moment, relaxing once more when he sees it's only a canteen and not a blaster. Poe catches the canteen with ease, his reflexes rarely letting him down, and he murmurs an appreciative thanks. After all he's been through the last short while, the water feels like a little slice of bliss.
Careful not to drink too much, he mulls over the stranger's assertion of where they are. It didn't make any sense. People didn't just fall out of the sky and land on a different planet than they were intending.
Poe tosses the canteen back before he shakes his head — and immediately regrets it as the motion makes pain flare, though not enough for him to wince — at talk of the Empire. ]
It's a First Order model, actually. They took the Empire design and made it a two-seater, gave it a little more firepower.
How long have you been out here? The war with the Empire ended years ago.
[ Well, in name, at least. Poe knew well enough during his time flying for the New Republic that it had been a cold war for a while, that in a lot of ways the First Order felt like a rebranded Empire. The New Republic's insistence on inaction despite the First Order clearly building toward something had been one of the things that pushed Poe to join the Resistance. ]
Careful not to drink too much, he mulls over the stranger's assertion of where they are. It didn't make any sense. People didn't just fall out of the sky and land on a different planet than they were intending.
Poe tosses the canteen back before he shakes his head — and immediately regrets it as the motion makes pain flare, though not enough for him to wince — at talk of the Empire. ]
It's a First Order model, actually. They took the Empire design and made it a two-seater, gave it a little more firepower.
How long have you been out here? The war with the Empire ended years ago.
[ Well, in name, at least. Poe knew well enough during his time flying for the New Republic that it had been a cold war for a while, that in a lot of ways the First Order felt like a rebranded Empire. The New Republic's insistence on inaction despite the First Order clearly building toward something had been one of the things that pushed Poe to join the Resistance. ]
[ The pilot catches the canteen easily – too well coordinated and speaking too coherently for Obi-Wan to blame the oddness of their conversation on a concussion.
The First Order?… A war with the Empire?… Had the ship been different? He thinks back to the wreckage he had seen little more than an hour ago, but his concern at the time had not been on discerning the finer details of its make through smoke and swarming scavengers. ]
Not so long to have missed a war.
[ And certainly not so long as to have missed the Emperor’s fall from power. News from the Core comes slowly to Tatooine, perhaps – but not that slowly.
A sound interrupts Obi-Wan’s next question before it can take form, distant at first, but building to a mechanical scream as a ship passes low overhead – too fast to be scanning the ground below, headed directly toward that line of smoke. His eopie gives a discomforted shift while the reverberations in the valley fade to familiar desert silence.
That had been an Empire ship – a TIE reaper, if he wasn’t mistaken. ]
What would you say to a trade? Rooh and I give you a lift a little closer to civilization [ he pats the eopie, settling her with just that touch ] and in turn you can catch us up with whatever news I have missed. The First Order, you said?
The First Order?… A war with the Empire?… Had the ship been different? He thinks back to the wreckage he had seen little more than an hour ago, but his concern at the time had not been on discerning the finer details of its make through smoke and swarming scavengers. ]
Not so long to have missed a war.
[ And certainly not so long as to have missed the Emperor’s fall from power. News from the Core comes slowly to Tatooine, perhaps – but not that slowly.
A sound interrupts Obi-Wan’s next question before it can take form, distant at first, but building to a mechanical scream as a ship passes low overhead – too fast to be scanning the ground below, headed directly toward that line of smoke. His eopie gives a discomforted shift while the reverberations in the valley fade to familiar desert silence.
That had been an Empire ship – a TIE reaper, if he wasn’t mistaken. ]
What would you say to a trade? Rooh and I give you a lift a little closer to civilization [ he pats the eopie, settling her with just that touch ] and in turn you can catch us up with whatever news I have missed. The First Order, you said?
[ Poe looks up at the sound of the TIE fighter, growing tense as a frown settles on his face. Great, just great. He tries to find reassurance in the fact it was just a single ship, and that there's no sign of any transports that he can see. ]
Yeah, sure, that sounds like a plan. [ He tries not to sound too eager to put more distance between him and the wreck, more for his own sake than anything else. Normally he's not easily rattled but it's fair to say he's a little on edge after his time on the Finalizer. ] Anywhere closer to civilization is good with me right now.
[ As he comes closer Poe can't help giving the kind stranger a curious look. ]
You really haven't heard of the First Order? That's... kind of impressive, in a way.
Yeah, sure, that sounds like a plan. [ He tries not to sound too eager to put more distance between him and the wreck, more for his own sake than anything else. Normally he's not easily rattled but it's fair to say he's a little on edge after his time on the Finalizer. ] Anywhere closer to civilization is good with me right now.
[ As he comes closer Poe can't help giving the kind stranger a curious look. ]
You really haven't heard of the First Order? That's... kind of impressive, in a way.
Impressively ignorant? [ The corners of his mouth and his eyebrows flick upward at the same time. ] I would rather be moderately informed.
[ Anchorhead is closer, but while the pilot approaches, Obi-Wan finds himself rethinking the wisdom of bringing this sort of trouble to such a small community. And this stranger is trouble, he knows. Two Empire ships – or First Order ships? whatever offshoot that was – is concerning enough. But to have them this close to the Lars Homestead? It’s unacceptable.
He steadies the eopie, which shifts a little beneath the additional weight; as he holds out a hand to help the other man climb up, Obi-Wan finally introduces himself. ]
I am Ben.
[ Anchorhead is closer, but while the pilot approaches, Obi-Wan finds himself rethinking the wisdom of bringing this sort of trouble to such a small community. And this stranger is trouble, he knows. Two Empire ships – or First Order ships? whatever offshoot that was – is concerning enough. But to have them this close to the Lars Homestead? It’s unacceptable.
He steadies the eopie, which shifts a little beneath the additional weight; as he holds out a hand to help the other man climb up, Obi-Wan finally introduces himself. ]
I am Ben.
You said it, not me. [ A ghost of a grin comes with the easy reply. It's a touch of familiarity that helps Poe to settle and steady himself, even if just a little. But a little is better than nothing right now. He can't afford to dwell on — or think too hard about, really — the last however many hours or he risked falling to pieces in the wake of something that had been impossible to train for. That kind of moment could come when he was back on base and far, far away from anyone who might overhear him.
(Lies. He wouldn't let himself have that moment, he'd just keep delaying it because there were more important things to tend to, and with any luck he could bury it in the box of emotions and memories that only came out when he drank entirely too much.)
Poe's thankful for the hand, well-aware of his body's tiredness and the aching even if he's ignoring it and pushing past it for the time being. ]
Good to meet you, Ben. I'm Poe.
[ He climbs on the eopie behind Ben without a problem, and gives the eopie a light pat as if to apologize for the extra burden. ]
Not sure where to start with catching you up. I guess the easiest way to put it is that the First Order's trying to pick up where the Empire left off, more or less. They're pretty damn similar, just with shinier toys.
[ Granted, a planet-destroying weapon hadn't been unveiled yet, but Poe's heard the rumors. It's a quiet unspoken dread a lot of them had. In his opinion the First Order was plenty bad enough without needing to toss that into the mix. ]
(Lies. He wouldn't let himself have that moment, he'd just keep delaying it because there were more important things to tend to, and with any luck he could bury it in the box of emotions and memories that only came out when he drank entirely too much.)
Poe's thankful for the hand, well-aware of his body's tiredness and the aching even if he's ignoring it and pushing past it for the time being. ]
Good to meet you, Ben. I'm Poe.
[ He climbs on the eopie behind Ben without a problem, and gives the eopie a light pat as if to apologize for the extra burden. ]
Not sure where to start with catching you up. I guess the easiest way to put it is that the First Order's trying to pick up where the Empire left off, more or less. They're pretty damn similar, just with shinier toys.
[ Granted, a planet-destroying weapon hadn't been unveiled yet, but Poe's heard the rumors. It's a quiet unspoken dread a lot of them had. In his opinion the First Order was plenty bad enough without needing to toss that into the mix. ]
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