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driftfleet2016-03-25 09:23 am
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?
Re: Action;
Action;
[He rubs the back of his neck]
Not that I know how though. [please don't ask him quantum physics he's an 8th grader]
Action;
[Not like Poe knows how hyperspace travel works either. He's just a fighter jock.]
Action;
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Yavin 4.... [That definitely was an unfamiliar name. And what was a ranch?] I take it you're not from Union City then.
Action;
I know of a place or two called Union City on different planets, but no. Is that where you're from?
Action;
[Whoa. There was other places called that? That's incredible. And at the question, he hesitates. He was told not to cause himself trouble by saying he was from anywhere outside of Union, but....from the sound of it, this guy wasn't either so...it wouldn't matter, right?]
Uh...no, not exactly. I'm from someplace else. It's just where I was living last.
Action;
Nothing wrong with that. Lots of people are from lots of different places.
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[He makes a huff noise and crosses his arms] Tell that to Union.
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...what, do they wanna pretend like they're the only city that matters? Hell with that.
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More like...they're sure they're the only city left. Towns are pretty isolated from each other where I'm from.
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OH SHIT I FORGOT WHOSE THREAD THIS WAS
HAHAH ITS OKAY IT HAPPENS
I guess you can say they're animals? Really smart and strong animals.
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[or...most classes, really]
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[He rubs the back of his head]
That's good, I guess- but I don't really see myself declaring war on anybody anytime soon so I don't know how much it applies to me.
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Ha...but no pressure, right?