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Who: The most daring pilot of the Resistance, Poe Dameron!
Broadcast: Video
Action: if anyone else is on the Marsiva!
When: At this very moment

[He wakes up with a little gasp, immediately alert. Poe's not the world's lightest sleeper, but this bunk is way too comfortable, and it doesn't have the vague locker room smell of a Resistance base or the much mankier version that builds up after living in the cockpit of an x-wing for a couple of days.

Definitely doesn't look familiar.]

Huh. What the--

[This is not the first time in recent memory that Poe's woken up in an unfamiliar place. It's a sad measure of his life that this is by far the best one yet. He's not lost in a burning-hot desert with a pennelx-egg-sized bump on his head and no memory of who he is. Yep, still Poe Dameron, first thing he checks. And he's not strapped to the galaxy's most uncomfortable chair and waiting for the next deeply unpleasant conversation with either an Imperial interrogator or Kylo Ren (jury is still out on which of those was actually worse, he tries to not think about it at all).

So really, it could be a lot worse. Even though there does seem to be something going on with his neck, which is probably bad.

Sit up, look around, look down. Well, he's still got his orange flight suit, insignia and everything, but it's clean. So... that's nice. It's also a giant, flashing, hi, I'm with the Resistance sign, which is--good? Bad?

He slips out of bed and tries the door. Open. Okay. Peers out.]

Hello?

[Yeah, great move, Dameron. Warn the laundry-loving kidnappers that you're up and about. Excellent spy work. Well. Why not.]

Jess? Karé? Iolo?

[Maybe this is just some kind of elaborate prank. Sure, Dameron. And while you're imagining things, how about--]

...Finn?

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Luke Skywalker is here? [First though: well, no wonder no one could find him. Second thought: ...wait, that's probably not it.]

Couldn't have even gotten there without you. I got your back, Finn. Happy to be your wingman.

I... It could be worse. [Ship by himself versus ship with Kylo Ren? Not even a question.]

[Right? Right? That's what Finn had thought, too.] Yeah, he is. Captain of the, uh, Blameless. Ship names are pretty weird here.

I got your back too, Poe. Good to have you here.

Yeah, but they coulda let us go whenever we wanted to instead of keeping us stuck there.

Captain Skywalker, huh. [Of the Blameless. That's... something.] What're the ships like? [THIS IS A VERY IMPORTANT QUESTION, FINN.]

[Yeah, that sure is a warm, happy feeling at talking to Finn. He's okay, he's all in one piece, and here they are again.]

Yeah, I wonder why they do that. Trying to psych people out, maybe.

[Excellent question, and Finn's learned enough to be able to answer it.] About like a small freighter. The specs depend on current crew and purchased upgrades - you only get shields if you have an engineer, weapons if you have a security officer, a medbay if you have a lab tech. They run off centralized computers instead of droids and the default is two single-man shuttles per ship. There are eighteen standard ships and one that's a social space called the Iskaulit that nobody lives in.

Oh, and everybody complains about the food but it's not actually bad. Guess they're used to fresh rations.

Oof, so they probably turn like banthas. [He'd rather have fast any day, but he'll take what he can get.] Okay. That's all good to know.

Must be. Can't be any worse than those field rations they stick in the x-wings, that's for sure.

Never turned a bantha, but you're probably right. You want to maneuver, the shuttles are better for that.

My ship has the synthpro in like twenty flavors and five textures, but I guess we got the kitchen upgrade.

How much better? [He has a feeling they're not going to be anywhere near as good as an actual fighter.]

Flavors and textures, sounds pretty cushy.

[Finn shakes his head, grinning.] You're asking the wrong guy. You tell me once you get out of the Marsiva, cause I'm sure you could do better with them than I could.

Ha! Well, you end up on a ship that doesn't have a good kitchen, you're welcome to come visit mine any time.

We'll make a pilot of you yet. You're already a good gunner.

[Really good, considering he'd never had any training on those kinds of shipboard weapons.]

Well good! I was planning to visit you anyway, though.

[Finn makes a rude noise.] C'mon, you know I'd rather have you in the pilot seat.

[Hey, just like Poe said, it's the same principle. Finn was always a very quick study with any weapon.]

You better. I'm the Caprine, did I tell you that yet?

Well, yeah, so would I! But we should teach you to drive anyway, just in case. [In case the next time you need a pilot, he isn't around.]

You did, but doesn't hurt me to hear it again. That'll be my first stop, promise.

So I can keep it from running into anything till you get there, maybe. I could do that.

Good. I--it'll be good to see a familiar face, Poe. In person, I mean.

Hah, that works! [Well, he's not planning on dying any time soon.] And get you ready for your own daring spy missions, since you're already planning those.

It'll be really good to see you up and around again. Really good.

Spy mi--I'm not a spy!

[Then what do you call someone who gives sensitive information to the Resistance and then sneaks back onto the First Order base to liberate a friend and destroy their defenses, huh?]

I'm a Resistance fighter. For real now. Right?

Sabotage expert?

Yeah, Finn. You definitely are a Resistance fighter. It doesn't get much more real than General Organa saying so.

[Finn rolls his eyes, but he's grinning anyway.] I'll stick with "Resistance fighter", then. I hope I don't need to sabotage anything here.

So far, doesn't look like the people we're resisting are around.

No, they're not. [And boy does that make him grin.] And you can bet I'll be the last one complaining about it.

And I'll be the second to last.

Yeah, I bet.

[It's been a massive relief for Finn - sure, the others complain about their lack of freedom here, but not having to worry about the First Order? That's a million times more freedom than he's ever had.]

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Wow look how totally straight these two are for each other

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