Comander Poe Dameron (
helluva_pilot) wrote in
driftfleet2016-03-25 09:23 am
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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?
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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I think I met a Finn here, but not the others, sorry. You probably have a lot of questions.
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I'm Kara, by the way. Kara Danvers.
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Nice to meet you, Kara. The name's Poe Dameron. Normally, I'm a pilot.
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Normally, I'm a personal assistant. It's not nearly as exciting.
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What kind of people do you assist? [Like a trade association maybe? ]
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I work with the president of a media empire, Cat Grant. She definitely rules with a well-manicured iron fist.
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A media empire. [Huh.] Sounds like that could be pretty fun. So does that make this place less weird for you?
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Why would it make it less weird to me?
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But it's not like I know what personal assistants in media empires really do. I'm just a fighter jock.
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So what do you do here, Kara?
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[Even if it feels weird to him, because... he should be back dealing with the First Order. Maybe he can try to pretend this is leave, so it won't be so strange.]
I think I still get to be a pilot here.
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[ this is hilarious to her ]
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Me, on the other hand. I love flying.
[ not in a ship but you know ]
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What do you normally fly?
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[ laughing, though this is more in the nervous arena of laughs ]
I...
Well! I mean, as a passenger. In airplanes. Like everyone else from my world. Except Winn, who refuses!
"But I'm totally not a flying alien."--Kara
I fly an X-wing. Learned on an A-wing, still kind of miss the speed from that.
"Learning about this planet, which I am also from"--Kara
What are those like? I'm not familiar.
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A-wing is a stripped down dual engine fighter with a max atmospheric velocity of 1,300 kilometers per hour. It doesn't have the range of an X-wing, but those things are maneuverable as hell. Which they have to be, since the really fast units don't have much in the way of shields or armor.
[/nerd mode]
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I will pretend I understood even a fraction of that. But it sounds like you really love it.
How do you think you'll do here?
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