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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Yeah, that would be great, if you've got a minute.
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And yeah, I got plenty to spare. Hmmm... where to begin... [Yang contemplates for a moment, more or less talking to herself] well, I guess it's best to treat it like a bandaid...
[She speaks up again, more clearly addressing Poe again.]
Surprise! You're now on an intergalactic reality TV show!
[She's doing her best to make it not sound so bad... but it really, most likely, is not working... And she knows it, too. Internally, she's cringing at her own greeting.]
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[He has no idea what that is.]
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[Yang's feeling the cringe. Very hard. She attempts to recover.]
Basically, we're supposedly on camera right now, and people are watching us back home for entertainment.
[A small nervous chuckle follows, as she is trying to make this all seem not nearly as bad as it really, obviously is.]
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[That creeping feeling on the back of his neck? Yep. Something.]
Um. Hi, everyone at home. I'm Poe. Nice to meet you. I'm just gonna keep talking to this nice lady here now.
[Look at that Dameron charm.]
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At least your taking it well. I'm sure you'll be a hit with the folks back home.
I'm guessing though that you've rightly figured there's more to this whole thing than just that, yeah?
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Depends on what you mean by more. There's already a lot weird about this.
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[She gestures with her hand, indicating something behind her left ear, near the base of the skull.]
Do you feel a slight bump right around here?
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[Oh ugh.]
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Well. At least I was unconscious while they did it. That's something.
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At any rate, these augments at least provide some help. They apparently feed us information about the fleet, the roles that everyone has on their ships, how to work most of the tech, stuff like that.
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[Yang scratches the back of her head.]
I mean, in my own case, we don't have space travel tech back home yet. It's still being worked out, so I did need a little help figuring out what everything was and how things worked.
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So it's been a real helpful thing for you. [If still creepy.]
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[Yang honestly doesn't know. He's got a good point. That did seem mighty redundant.]
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[Yang's definitely playful goading Poe, but that's only because she wants to see these mad flying skills of his.]
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