Poe Dameron (Star Wars) (
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duskofthegods2018-01-17 09:24 pm
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[The first thing he could remember was darkness. A darkness that was neither cold or warm. It was also devoid of sound for the longest time and he could not remember if he had a dream or not. But he could think, at least he felt sure that he had a thought. He had been thinking “this is not good” before it went deathly quiet and was sure that he had been hit. He had been one more blast away from being a goner and it was not like anyone would be able to tell a pilot what death felt like or looked like. But then he started to find it difficult to breathe and he bolted upright and began to cough over the grains of sand that had managed to go into his mouth and up his nose. Poe stumbled back and onto his rear as he struggled to open his eyes and gather his senses.
(“Was the room spinning? Which way was west again?”)
He turned himself around a few times, everything still felt off, then he realized that his uniform pants were sticking to his legs and finally his vision began to clear.]
A beach? [It was more of a choke than him actually speaking, a strained attempt at making a couple of words
Poe had remembered one of his first patrols. It was over a planet covered in mostly ocean minus two or three continents and hundreds of small islands, only the home to one or two cities - it was mostly untouched and he could remember wanting to just land when he saw the whites of the waves as they crashed onto the shoreline. The shore changed in places and had gone from jagged cliffs, to smooth sand that barely It had looked peaceful and as it was the first time that he ever seen such a sight, it was something incredible. He had wondered how the air would taste and the wind would feel. What the ground below would feel like on his feet and if the water was refreshingly cool. He had heard stories like that from some of the other pilots who came from planets and moons like this when there were late nights when no one could sleep. However, reality had a funny way of granting a fleeting wish and gave him the answer to the question. Just it was one that he had never expected. But he supposes washing up on shore was not the same as actually choosing a place to go and booking a trip there. But if he was being honest with himself? It felt damp and the wind, though nothing unwieldy, was constantly blowing and only managed to make him start shivering once he finally managed to sit up.
Also, he had to make a mental note that sand was just as annoying and prone to kill someone through suffocating them as it was on Jakku.
Funny how that never changes.]
[Oddly enough, this wasn’t Rey’s first time being plunged underwater. That didn’t make the salt water up her nose and behind her eyes any more pleasant than the time before, and she was still coughing and spitting as she clawed into the wet sand beneath her hands and knees.
Sand...oh, how she cherished the familiar sensation of sand after what she’d just gone through. Her elbows wobbled and she finally succumbed to her fatigue, sprawling out spread-eagle across the beach she’d washed up on.
She let out a loud, pained groan--one laced with frustration. She should be glad they survived the landing--not that she had any doubtsokay maybe a teensy sliver of doubt don’t tell Poe, but...yeah, that was rough.]
Poe… [She muttered. This was their first mission out together--nothing terribly out of the ordinary, but isn’t that how all disasters start out? After a moment, she finally lifted her head, one side of her face covered with a thick coat of sand. She squints through the salt water still clinging to her lashes, and she spits out some of the sand lingering on her lips.] Poe? Are you alright?
[She sat back on her haunches, brushing the sand off her side and her face, looking around at the shore they’d found themselves on.]...well...at least we didn’t land on an ice planet. [She rubbed her arms.]...even if it’s cold…
[It takes him a moment to realize that his name was being called and another moment after that to hear and process anything else she said. He froze when he remembered that he had not been alone on this mission. She had been there too. They had been trying to…
He had begun to force himself to stand up and move his head around to scan the shore. He felt as if he was going to get sick the more he moved, but that did not matter. He began to internally curse at himself. If she got a good look at his face and his posture, he would look like someone who got beaten up and was too proud (perhaps foolish) to know when to stay down or risk their own health. He was swaying a bit and he began aware of the fact his head was pounding and that he was sure he was going to get sick unless he let himself drop. Yet he refused to get back down. He was out for force-only-knows how long.
But, Rey.
Where was she?
But upon hearing Rey’s voice, he suddenly froze in place and tried to answer. He eventually managed a quiet, tired, and strained;] Yeah, I think so...
[Then he drops back onto the sand (he will never admit it, but he is thankful that it is softer than dirt) tries to laugh and it comes out like a tired, broken “ha” as opposed to anything amused, but he feels as if he wants to kick himself. He was supposed to be thinking of the others with him on the mission. Not himself. Besides, he needed to find her before trying to figure out where in the galaxy they ended up, but it seemed odd. They were not close to any planet that had oceans. At least, he was sure the coordinates said that they were a long ways off from even a barren moon yet alone a planet with water and land.]
Seriously. I don’t think I could do an ice planet right now.
[Nothing of his felt broken, but he certainly felt like his ass had been handed to him on a silver platter. He was sure that they had fit the water hard and that before that he had managed to hit his head off of something. Poe could feel the bruises, but he could move. Moving was enough for now. It has to be enough for now.
He tried to move closer to the woman nearby.] Rey, you okay?
Yeah… [She staggered to her knees, then rose to her feet, dusting off her arms]. We should head further in-land. [She looks back towards the ocean.]...I don’t think we’ll be heading out the way we came in.
[She looks around again, noticing a device wedged into a mound of sand. She walks over, picks it up and dusts it off before turning to Poe.] I think this is yours. [She hands it over to him.] It’s already turned on.
[The first thing he could remember was darkness. A darkness that was neither cold or warm. It was also devoid of sound for the longest time and he could not remember if he had a dream or not. But he could think, at least he felt sure that he had a thought. He had been thinking “this is not good” before it went deathly quiet and was sure that he had been hit. He had been one more blast away from being a goner and it was not like anyone would be able to tell a pilot what death felt like or looked like. But then he started to find it difficult to breathe and he bolted upright and began to cough over the grains of sand that had managed to go into his mouth and up his nose. Poe stumbled back and onto his rear as he struggled to open his eyes and gather his senses.
(“Was the room spinning? Which way was west again?”)
He turned himself around a few times, everything still felt off, then he realized that his uniform pants were sticking to his legs and finally his vision began to clear.]
A beach? [It was more of a choke than him actually speaking, a strained attempt at making a couple of words
Poe had remembered one of his first patrols. It was over a planet covered in mostly ocean minus two or three continents and hundreds of small islands, only the home to one or two cities - it was mostly untouched and he could remember wanting to just land when he saw the whites of the waves as they crashed onto the shoreline. The shore changed in places and had gone from jagged cliffs, to smooth sand that barely It had looked peaceful and as it was the first time that he ever seen such a sight, it was something incredible. He had wondered how the air would taste and the wind would feel. What the ground below would feel like on his feet and if the water was refreshingly cool. He had heard stories like that from some of the other pilots who came from planets and moons like this when there were late nights when no one could sleep. However, reality had a funny way of granting a fleeting wish and gave him the answer to the question. Just it was one that he had never expected. But he supposes washing up on shore was not the same as actually choosing a place to go and booking a trip there. But if he was being honest with himself? It felt damp and the wind, though nothing unwieldy, was constantly blowing and only managed to make him start shivering once he finally managed to sit up.
Also, he had to make a mental note that sand was just as annoying and prone to kill someone through suffocating them as it was on Jakku.
Funny how that never changes.]
[Oddly enough, this wasn’t Rey’s first time being plunged underwater. That didn’t make the salt water up her nose and behind her eyes any more pleasant than the time before, and she was still coughing and spitting as she clawed into the wet sand beneath her hands and knees.
Sand...oh, how she cherished the familiar sensation of sand after what she’d just gone through. Her elbows wobbled and she finally succumbed to her fatigue, sprawling out spread-eagle across the beach she’d washed up on.
She let out a loud, pained groan--one laced with frustration. She should be glad they survived the landing--not that she had any doubts
Poe… [She muttered. This was their first mission out together--nothing terribly out of the ordinary, but isn’t that how all disasters start out? After a moment, she finally lifted her head, one side of her face covered with a thick coat of sand. She squints through the salt water still clinging to her lashes, and she spits out some of the sand lingering on her lips.] Poe? Are you alright?
[She sat back on her haunches, brushing the sand off her side and her face, looking around at the shore they’d found themselves on.]...well...at least we didn’t land on an ice planet. [She rubbed her arms.]...even if it’s cold…
[It takes him a moment to realize that his name was being called and another moment after that to hear and process anything else she said. He froze when he remembered that he had not been alone on this mission. She had been there too. They had been trying to…
He had begun to force himself to stand up and move his head around to scan the shore. He felt as if he was going to get sick the more he moved, but that did not matter. He began to internally curse at himself. If she got a good look at his face and his posture, he would look like someone who got beaten up and was too proud (perhaps foolish) to know when to stay down or risk their own health. He was swaying a bit and he began aware of the fact his head was pounding and that he was sure he was going to get sick unless he let himself drop. Yet he refused to get back down. He was out for force-only-knows how long.
But, Rey.
Where was she?
But upon hearing Rey’s voice, he suddenly froze in place and tried to answer. He eventually managed a quiet, tired, and strained;] Yeah, I think so...
[Then he drops back onto the sand (he will never admit it, but he is thankful that it is softer than dirt) tries to laugh and it comes out like a tired, broken “ha” as opposed to anything amused, but he feels as if he wants to kick himself. He was supposed to be thinking of the others with him on the mission. Not himself. Besides, he needed to find her before trying to figure out where in the galaxy they ended up, but it seemed odd. They were not close to any planet that had oceans. At least, he was sure the coordinates said that they were a long ways off from even a barren moon yet alone a planet with water and land.]
Seriously. I don’t think I could do an ice planet right now.
[Nothing of his felt broken, but he certainly felt like his ass had been handed to him on a silver platter. He was sure that they had fit the water hard and that before that he had managed to hit his head off of something. Poe could feel the bruises, but he could move. Moving was enough for now. It has to be enough for now.
He tried to move closer to the woman nearby.] Rey, you okay?
Yeah… [She staggered to her knees, then rose to her feet, dusting off her arms]. We should head further in-land. [She looks back towards the ocean.]...I don’t think we’ll be heading out the way we came in.
[She looks around again, noticing a device wedged into a mound of sand. She walks over, picks it up and dusts it off before turning to Poe.] I think this is yours. [She hands it over to him.] It’s already turned on.

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[ Dark haired, dark eyes, she's worried! ]
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I was hoping someone could tell us.
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That's the million credit question right now. They should consider putting up a sign or two.
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[She rubs them and blinks again, shuddering from the cold.]
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[ The Death temple is not that warm, but it's homey, almost. Maybe. Okay, it's not, but she's comfortable there. ]
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[ Steph waves at the camera. They both say they're alright, and they're already moving towards town, so those points seem well covered. ]
You've got an audience.
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So you caught the graceful landing, then? Or just the debris that was washed-up?
[Self-proclaimed debris.]
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I’m Steph, by the way. Stephanie Brown. Welcome to Vernos Bay. I have to say, yours is the showiest kidnapping so far.
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Kidnapping? You mean to say that we were shot down?
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[Pardon her skepticism, Stephanie. It should pass eventually, considering she has no interest in sticking around freezing her nose off.]
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Th...ank you...? [This woman is rather calm, all things considered. Maybe it's cultural? Who knows when landing upon new planets.]
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You’re quite welcome. It’s much warmer in town, although we don’t seem to have fire anymore. You’re more than welcome to come make yourself comfortable in the Temple of Hearth and Home, Miss...?
[ She heard Rey’s name, but it’s more polite to give her the opportunity to introduce herself properly. ]
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Rey. [She looks back to the woman on her own device.] I'm Rey.
[Her brow creases.] And what do you mean 'there's no fire'? Are you unable to start one, or..?
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Ice planet? What, you thought you were in danger of crash landing on Hoth? [ HAHA-- he cracks himself up. ]
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Heh, I think you missed the whole "at least" part of that conversation. Also, I would not joke about getting stranded on that frozen death trap of a planet.
We wouldn't be talking to you right now if we crashed there.
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Her eyes fall on the surroundings of the young man in the video and her brow creases in consideration.] I think. [Frankly it looks rather dark and ominous from where you're sitting.]
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Can't say the same about our ride, though. That's entirely under the sea and from the sounds of it, we're not getting it back anytime soon, if ever.
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Do you need a guide into town though?
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Yeah, I think we could use a guide. Do you have an idea where we ended up, like exactly where here is?
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[She'll be heading to find them.]
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