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. ]
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. ]
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[ 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.
apologies for the lateness of this
(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. ]