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driftfleet2016-06-23 02:41 am
notzubats) wrote in driftfleet2016-06-23 02:41 am
Entry tags:
- !mingle,
- allen walker,
- alphonse elric,
- anakin skywalker,
- anders,
- anthony j. crowley,
- armitage hux,
- asuka shikinami langley,
- belthazar spellscry,
- beverly crusher,
- charles xavier,
- cheese sandwich,
- clay terran,
- dean winchester (au),
- dezel,
- dune/leto atreides ii,
- erik lehnsherr,
- fenris,
- finn,
- hank mccoy,
- james buchanan barnes (ou),
- jon snow,
- kara danvers,
- katherine "kitty" pryde,
- kaworu nagisa,
- kazuto "kirito" kirigaya,
- koala,
- loki,
- max rockatansky,
- meg masters,
- mikleo,
- misty day,
- natasha romanoff,
- padmé amidala,
- pinkie pie,
- poe dameron,
- raven darkholme (animated),
- remy lebeau,
- riona cousland theirin,
- robb stark,
- sam winchester,
- sascha,
- shinji ikari,
- sokka,
- sora niniji (au),
- sorey,
- takeshi,
- theon greyjoy,
- tony stark,
- tyrion lannister,
- vash the stampede,
- winn schott,
- wrath,
- zhas
Let's all hold hands and sing Kumbaya
Who: Everybody! It's a planet mingle!
Broadcast: If You want!
Action: On the Holding Hands plant!
When: From June 23 until whenever we need a new mingle.
[At long last, the fleet has arrived to a new planet. This means it's time for a mingle guys! Get in! ]
Broadcast: If You want!
Action: On the Holding Hands plant!
When: From June 23 until whenever we need a new mingle.
[At long last, the fleet has arrived to a new planet. This means it's time for a mingle guys! Get in! ]
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He snarled, thinking of the only thing that he could have in the moment which was reaching to try to grab at Poe's throat when his next swing missed.]
I don't need a blaster to deal with you-
[This is getting dirtier than he had been expecting. Or preferred. He wouldn't let Poe defeat him though.]
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But there's more to it, of course there is. It doesn't get much closer contact than someone trying to choke you with their bare hands. Poe's angry, and no small amount of scared because shit, Finn's gonna be upset and the sensation of being unable to breathe is--
Too like the start of getting his brain turned inside-out again by Kylo Ren, invisible fingers choking him, curling into his memories, and ripping.]
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The sound of rain coming down hard outside, a four year old in a cadet uniform leaning against the window watching the storm outside with an expression of grim determination. He'll be stronger than this- he'll be worthy to serve the Empire- his father will be proud.
Then happiness- a few stray strands of orange hair and a jingle of a bell. A name- Millicent. It feels warm almost- content. A few bright flashes of color out of place in the gray and black backdrop of the First Order before they are gone once more, as if it had scurried away, fleeting.
He couldn't stop it as hard as he tried to control his mind. Whatever Poe was doing, it felt as if the memories were just flowing out of him. He let go of the pilot's throat to shove him off once more.
]
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Stay out of my head!
[One First Order bastard in there was bad enough, and it hits him with a fresh jolt of adrenalin. Not again, not again, NOT AGAIN.]
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I could say the same to you, pilot!
[Where the hell did that come from? If the Resistance had some way of doing such things-
He didn't let his thoughts dwell on that as he used his other hand to grab onto Poe's wounded shoulder, squeezing the wound where he suspected it would really hurt.]
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He knew the general direction of where his blaster went though he's not sure if he's going to have the opportunity to go for it just yet, glancing to the side for a moment.
His first priority was getting Poe away from him and figure out where to go from there.]
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There was no sign of the blasters at first glance and he wondered if he had misjudged where they had fallen. No- they had to be nearby and he didn't have time because Poe would get one first.
Unless he slowed Poe down first. He glanced over at the other man before suddenly lashing out towards his injured shoulder. He would exploit any weakness he could.]
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A black shape catches his eye in the undergrowth--might be the blaster. He dives for it.]
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It took Hux by surprise and the rock just chipped the side of his head, leaving a cut. He could feel the blood welling up, he reached up to touch the side of his head before quickly coming to his senses. By that time he noticed Poe trying to reach for something, he wasn't sure what it was but he didn't think he should allow that.
He lunged forward, trying to stop on Poe's arm but he suspected he would be too late.]
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Back off. I'm a better shot than you.
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[Hux straightened, coming to a standstill. Blood trickled down from the cut and he was sure he looked like a mess. Something he had always avoided but there seemed nothing he could do about it now.
He didn't back away though, didn't flinch.]
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It's your luck, I ain't like you. I don't shoot unarmed people.
[He jerks his chin back the way Hux came.] Get out of here.
[He's going to make Hux's life hell... later. And nonviolently. General Kenobi better appreciate this.]
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He wondered if Poe would shoot him in the back- for all the talk of noble idea of the Resistance they were still nothing more than traitors and terrorists.
Hux doubted it though- Poe seemed to believe in those foolish ideals but he wasn't deluded that this was the end of things.]
Until we meet again, pilot.
[He looked down at Poe with disdain, taking a moment to adjust to cuffs of his uniform before turning away. He wouldn't show weakness until he was well out of sight, wiping some of the blood away.
He would deal with Poe once and for all- and make him suffer for this.]
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[Then he goes in search of his own blaster, trying to ignore how much pain he's in. Hux, you are a dick.]