[ 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. ]
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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. ]