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The burns would heal, Doctor Kalonia said. If she left the bacta patch on long enough to do its work, no one would ever be able to tell how close she had come to losing half her face.
Paige almost felt guilty about it. (More than almost.) It seemed unfair, somehow, that everyone should die and yet she would walk away with nothing more than a stint in the infirmary, not even a scar to show how close she had come to burning up with the rest of the bomber crews.
She would never forget being in her ball turret and seeing the bombers go up one by one until only Cobalt Hammerwas left. All those beings gone. She would see it in her dreams, she knew, and she would see Nix...
It wasn’t that she wasn’t glad to be alive. Rose had cried and cried, clinging to her until the med droids had insisted she leave, and Paige was… The thought of leaving Rose on her own made Paige feel ill; she wanted to vomit thinking of how close she had come to doing it.
She wasn’t sure how long the figure had been standing in the doorway until she noticed. It was a bit strange, given how hard it was normally to get him to shut his mouth. “Come in, Poe.”
Poe walked forward, hands shoved in his pockets. He looked freshly clean and abnormally subdued, his skin tinged with a slight pallor.
Paige knew about the hangar, and the bridge, and the general.
He sat in the chair Rose had pulled up and said, “There’s something different about you. Changed your hair?”
It was a weak attempt at humor that had Poe wincing as soon as the words left his mouth, like he couldn’t believe himself.
“You’ve got a new jacket,” Paige said, rolling with Poe’s ineptly terrible teasing anyway. Talking felt a little awkward with the bacta on one side of her face, her lips stretching a bit stiffly.
“What? Oh, yeah. It’s not really new, I just gave Finn my other one.”
“It looks better on him,” Paige said, though she had never even seen Finn in person. She hoped to do so soon; she’d like to thank him.
“It does,” Poe agreed, and for a second or two there his expression almost lightened. “How are you?”
She shrugged. “Alive.”
Poe flinched; Paige immediately regretted her response.
“That wasn’t fair,” she said.
“No, it was. Dead heroes,” Poe said, nearly under his breath. “And I put them there.”
“They chose to be there.”
“They followed my orders. Bad orders, according to Leia.”
“Don’t do that,” Paige said, exhaustion and stress maybe making her irritation rise quicker. “Don’t feel sorry for yourself, and don’t pretend like they didn’t all have minds of their own.”
“They were soldiers on my mission! I--”
“They joined the Resistance because they wanted to be there!” It was difficult to raise her voice with the healing burns and the patch on her face impeding her speech but Paige felt like she was succeeding well enough. “They wanted to fight, to help, to make a difference! Just like I did. You were the officer in charge but every single one of us believed in our mission, and they died completing it. Don’t take that from us, from them, like it was all you.”
“You know that’s not what I meant.”
“Do I? Because you can be a cocky bastard, Poe Dameron.”
Poe sat back slightly, speechless for a second. “Okay, that’s fair. But Paige. Aren’t you… angry? Furious?”
“I’m too tired to be angry,” Paige said, leaning back against the pillow Rose had fluffed for her and stuck behind her back. Even her frustration with Poe was receding as quickly as it had come, leaving her with an odd emptiness. “I don’t… I’m not really sure what to feel yet. I’m alive, and so many of my friends aren’t. But we destroyed a kriffing dreadnought!”
“Yeah, you did.”
“We did,” Paige insisted. “You’re too cocky but you get the credit, too. We couldn’t have done it without you.” She wished she could have seen him taking out their weapons. That must have been some flying.
“Leia said I was wrong. She said I should have listened to her. It was a distraction and once the evac was complete I should have got you all out of there, left the dreadnought. The mission to buy time was more important than taking out that ship.” He chewed on his lip. “Dead heroes, and no leaders.”
“Poe,” Paige said, and reached out to him, pushing her fingers through his hair. Soft and clean and with that faint crispness to the ends that came from the sonic showers. “I’m not a general and I don’t know what it means to lead, but I know that you completed your mission, seeing it through to the end just like you always do. You did what you thought was right, and so did we, and we took out a dreadnought. A dreadnought that will never again be used by the First Order in their subjugation of the galaxy. I’m proud, and you should be, too.”
Poe caught her hand in his and dragged it down to his mouth, kissing her palm. “I’m sorry,” he whispered into her skin, and Paige’s eyes fluttered closed. “I’m sorry. I’m… Blast, Paige. I don’t know what I would have done if I’d… if you hadn’t made it.”
Paige remembered Poe’s voice shouting through her comms, screaming at her to keep going. She would have done it anyway. There was nothing more important than their work here, nothing she cared more about aside from Rose. She believed in the Resistance.
She would have died for it.
But she was glad she hadn’t.
“Don’t be sorry,” she said, and tugged Poe closer until he slid halfway off his chair to press his face against her middle while she stroked his hair. “I was proud to be on that mission, and I’m proud of what we accomplished. We can mourn for our friends later, when we’re safe.”
Safe. She wondered when that would be; they were being tracked through hyperspace. She wasn’t supposed to know; no one wanted her to worry, after everything else that had happened. Kaydel had told her anyway and Paige was grateful. She didn’t like being kept in the dark, treated like an invalid.
Paige was afraid, but her fear eased a little knowing that at least one dreadnought wasn’t chasing them.
“This is actually super rude,” Poe said, voice muffled against her front. “The comforting thing going on here is the wrong way around. You’re the one in the infirmary bed.”
“Well, you’re very fragile,” Paige said, earning a snort. She kept brushing her hand over the back of Poe’s head. “But this feels nice for me, too,” she admitted quietly. Poe was so rarely still, and she thought she needed this.
“Thank you,” Poe said, and Paige didn’t know what exactly he was thanking her for but she supposed it didn’t matter. She needed time to process, and so did he.
She was so glad to be alive.
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WIP game!
Rules: In a new post, post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how nondescriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet and tell us about it!
Ok, so, I'm not entirely sure if people are going to ask me about my WIPs but I'll give it a shot 😊😊😊 (but if there are people here who still might be interested, feel free to ask through DM, or in the comment section! I'll be more than happy to talk about them!)
Also, let's take into account that these are a lot!
High School AU
Rebel Alliance AU
Aladdin (Anidala)
Beauty And The Beast (Reylo)
Best Thing I Never Knew I Needed (Sabezra)
Brave (Bo-Katan)
Cinderella (Foxiyo)
If I Never Knew You
Loyal, Brave and True (RebelCaptain)
Moana (Jannah and Lando Father Daughter)
Once Upon A Dream (Obitine)
Part Of Your World (Kanera)
Raya (Undecided)
Snow White (Blyla)
Tangled (HanLeia)
The Ice Queen (Paige, FinnRose and Hux)
Making It Up As We Go Along (Clintasha)
Peter and Gamora on Terra
Beneath A Moonless Sky
The Dark Side Clouds Everything
One Big Zany Sex Comedy (Obitine)
Can You Feel This Magic In The Air?
Be quick to hear, slow to talk, slow to anger. (Leia Listening to Ahsoka speak about Anakin)
Funny Story with Crosshair/Ventress Hunter/Rafa and Tech/Phee discovered by Rex and Ahsoka on Pabu
Galaxy Okay-est Dad? (Rexsoka)
How A Lesson Changed The Fate Of The Galaxy (Ezra teaching Ben how to force push)
Incoming Message
May The Force Bless Your Chocolate (Ben, Jacen and Poe aboard Home One)
Rex as Clark Kent and Ahsoka as Lois Lane
Sabezra In A Closet
Sabezra pregnant continuation of across the stars
Training Exercise
With a little help from my new friends (Ahsoka, The Rebels and Padawans Help Rey)
rexsoka raise the twins and caleb
Luke and Leia doing the Akul Hunt
Ahsoka teaching her ducks on Hoth (By ducks, I mean her children)
Rexsoka through Reylo's eyes
Force, what fools these mortals be! (A Midsummer Night's Dream) (Rexsoka, Lux x Steela)
How To Tame A Mandalorian And Not Die Trying (The Taming Of The Shrew) (Obi-Wan/Satine)
I Love Thee Against My Will (Much Ado About Nothing) (Hunter/Rafa Rex/Ahsoka)
Just One Of The Guys (Twelfth Night) (Han/Leia Luke/Mara)
Romeo & Juliet (Reylo)
You, that way: we, this way. (Love's Labour Lost) (Hunter/Rafa Tech/Phee Crosshair/Ventress)
Baby Talk (Rex talks to Ahsoka's belly)
Caught Red Handed (Rexsoka found by their daughter)
Playtime with Buir (Rex and Aisha playing)
Shooting Lessons (Rex teaching Aisha how to shoot)
Silence Means Danger (Aisha breaking wine bottles)
Slippery When Wet (Aisha covered in grease)
I'm tagging (with no pressure of course): @ahsokathegray @whyamismall @ladyanidala @bart1607 and anyone else who wants to play!
(Feel free to copy and paste or reblog if you want to join in!
#this is kind of a mix of long fics and short fics#most of them if not all are in the Star Wars universe but then we have a couple for Marvel thrown in the mix there#I can't say that I'm embarrassed about the titles because I'm sure there are people out there with worse names than mine hahaha#and also I'm not telling you which ones are for marvel#you guys figure it out#my fics#tag game
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Do you have a list of all the gods?
yes but it is incomplete as these r the ones you see during the story but there are more i’ll put it under the cut bc it’s long + with plot information
there are three different types of gods the first being base gods
base gods reincarnate immediately after dying and are the foundation for other gods, they are reborn as adults and always respawn on parousias mountain
the second is combi gods, combi gods (combination) are the children of two base gods, they can only exist if their base god parents have sex and birth them, when they die they need their parents to bring them back and they experience growing up, as they are not born as adults but instead as babies, making a combi god is a serious act as you are bringing a new god into existence so base gods take this very seriously and debate and consider the consequences and potential of their child’s existence, their child will govern a combination of their parents dominion so for example if the god of love (propin) and the god of hate (perodi) have a child that child would be the god of obsession, and will have a combination of both parents powers at varying levels
the last are demi gods, these are offspring between base or combi gods with mortals, demi gods are not typically considered actual gods by everyone else bc of being half mortal and unlike the other two categories they often are not born with powers or very weak ones and do not really govern “anything” unlike combi gods who are born knowing what they govern, demi gods usually don’t know and will simply say they are the offspring of xyz god to honor their parents as it’s considered taboo to group ur self with the other gods as a demi, u aren’t considered a god just the offspring of one and as such ur only title is “offspring of x” all gods have names starting with P, and they know it intrinsically at birth but this is not true for demi gods, which is another reason other gods don’t consider them anything but mortal
i should also mention that because gods reincarnate often and are reborn all the time they experience gender differently so whenever they are reborn their iterations can be different, some that go by goddess and she / her pronouns in one life may chose to be referenced as just gods and he him in other lives regardless of appearance, and their current status is just what they prefer in this lifetime
and now the incomplete list of gods that show up in the story but this is not all of them:
base gods:
pre — the god of life and death, mother of all gods, she controls reincarnation
pae — goddess of the ocean
poe — god of the land
pan — god of air
the above four are the most powerful gods in the land, pre being the strongest, and while pae poe and pan roam the land of paxion they very rarely interact with the other gods let alone reveal themselves unlike the following base gods ⬇️
propin - goddess of love
perodi - god of hate
pecus - god of animals
percy - god of war
paloma - goddess of peace and tranquility
potus - god of wine and drugs
piper - god of prophecy
paril - god of judgement (morality and law)
pecun - god of luck
puella - goddess of children and family
poppy - goddess of craft and construction
paige - god of insight (books history and archives)
prudence - goddess of money
polly - god of medicine
pupa - god of growth (aging)
combi gods:
poenas - goddess of punishment
permut - god of chances
penny - god of flight
percip - god of harvest
pike - goddess of fish
petunia - god of obsession
pascal - goddess of art
pembroke - god of trade
pierre - god of tradition
petra - goddess of disease
plato - god of famine
penelope - god of clothing
Pricilla - goddess of domestication
pip - god of tectonics
demi gods:
syr - god of passion (our main character)
arvid - goddess of astronomy
fig - god of cooking
mirabel, florence, and edith, goddesses of celebration
again these are just the ones we see in the story, there are many gods and many many demi gods as base and combi gods outsource recreational sex to mortals, these are just ones syr comes into contact with or sees during the run of the story
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Muse List
Newest Muses – Most recently added; especially looking for new interactions & very active
- Kenny McCormick (South Park)
- Deandra “Dee” Reynolds (It’s Always Sunny)
- Dream (Sandman--FC; Adrien Brody)
- Poe Dameron (Star Wars)
Primary Muses – Muses most often awake and active; always available
- Harry Potter (Harry Potter/Canon Divergent Adult & Slytherin AU)
- Five Hargreeves (The Umbrella Academy)
- Jean Grey (X-Men/Mix of XMCU & Evo Canon)
- Allison Reynolds (The Breakfast Club)
- Cordelia Chase (BTVS)
- Asher Wyatt (I Bet You Think About Me OC; bio)
- Eddie Munson (Stranger Things)
- Max Mayfield (Stranger Things)
- Steve Harrington (Stranger Things)
Secondary Muses – Muses that are usually awake and active; usually available
- Remus Lupin (Harry Potter/Single ship with kissofthemuses)
- Ronald Weasley (Harry Potter)
- Ella Lopez (Lucifer)
- Diego Hargreeves (The Umbrella Academy)
- Tara Maclay (BTVS)
- Rupert Giles (BTVS)
- Audrey Hope (Gossip Girl Reboot)
- Gendry Baratheon (GOT/ASOIAF/Modern AU Available)
- Jules Vaughn (Euphoria)
- Ethan Golden (Euphoria)
- Rahne Sinclair (X-men: New Mutants/Evo)
- Dustin Henderson (Stranger Things)
- Jonathan Byers (Stranger Things)
Obscure Muses Spotlight – Muses that lack muse because they lack interactions; available by request and I’m willing to tell you about them
- Sarah Finley (The L Word: Gen Q)
- Patty O’Connor (Kevin can F*** Himself)
- Toni Shalifoe (The Wilds)
- Luna La (Gossip Girl Reboot)
- Natalie (YellowJackets)
- Dwayne Hoover (Little Miss Sunshine)
- Wyatt Langmore (Ozark–Stranger Things Verse)
- Wendy Byrde (Ozark)
Selective Muses – Muses that are picky and slower to reply with; available by request
- Richie Tozier (IT)
- Stanley Uris (IT)
- Peter Hayes (Divergent)
- Charles Gunn (BTVS)
- Lorne “The Host” (BTVS)
- Paige Michalchuck (Degrassi: TNG)
- Ellie Nash (Degrassi: TNG)
- Henry Winter (The Secret History)
- Proinsias “Cass” Cassidy (Preacher)
- Petyr Baelish (GOT/ASOIAF/Modern AU Available)
- Roy Kent (Ted Lasso)
- Meriadoc Brandybuck (LOTR/Movie Canon)
- Fezco (Euphoria)
- Ashtray (Euphoria)
- Dan Humphrey (Gossip Girl; Reboot Verse Available)
- Henry Tanaka (The Wilds)
Private Muses – Muses mostly written with one or several muns; IM to express interest
- Joey Potter (Dawson’s Creek)
- Drue Valentine (Dawson’s Creek)
- Ryan Atwood (The OC)
- Fulton Reed (The Mighty Ducks)
- Charlie Conway (The Might Ducks)
- Mallory Higgins (Cruel Summer)
- Percival Graves (Harry Potter/Canon Divergent)
- Akeno Menzies (Gossip Girl Reboot)
- Tom Wambsgans (Succession)
- Mark S.(cout) (Severance)
- Alan Zaveri (Russian Doll)
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Poe and Paige in love with each other
Poe and Paige still in love but also converted into Triton and Sirena
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poe's drawing gave them and Paige tico is totally mine, I was inspired by the drawing that belongs to @elithien
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may the 4th fics
I wrote five fics for the May the 4th exchange!
I Like to Keep My Issues Drawn (Finn/Poe/Rey, Rey & Leia, T, 8.8k)
After Crait, Rey learns that some mistakes are worth making, that what’s broken can be rebuilt, and that not all family shares your blood. She might fall in love, too, and somehow that’s the easy part.
Trouble (Kaydel/Poe, T, 4.8k)
Kaydel knew better than to get taken in by handsome flyboys who talked too much.
She definitely knew better.
Dead Heroes (Poe/Paige, T, 1.2k)
As Paige recovers in the infirmary on the Raddus, Poe comes to pay her a visit.
Missed Signals (BB-8 & Finn/Poe, T, 1.6k)
[Your physical responses to Partner-Poe indicate that you are not opposed to copulation. What is the difficulty?]
“The difficulty is that I’m… I’m… Poe wants to fuck me?”
[I told you I could use another word if it would help you to understand.]
“I can’t believe I’m having this conversation with a droid,” Finn muttered. “No offense.”
Modifications (Rose/Jess, T, 1k)
Rose was going to make Jess' ship the finest in the fleet because maybe that would help keep her safe.
#jedistormpilot#stormpilot#ponnix#finnpoe#poenix#poe x paige#rose x jess#kaydel x poe#finn x poe#finn x poe x rey#fanfic#star wars#celeste9 writes
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Star Wars Comics Phone Wallpapers!
🌹Set #7: The Resistance!🌹
To celebrate 700 followers, I’ve edited 11 sets of DSWCP wallpapers! Thank you for reading, liking, and sharing my nerdy ideas about this niche topic. I especially appreciate the funny comments and tags, and I love when people express interest in reading the comics that I reference. This blog helped me get through a pretty dark place. Things are looking a little better for me now, but I still intend to keep this thing going. At a time when my inspiration and motivation have been so low, I am proud that I have been able to sustain this project. I hope you enjoy it too!
Full panels and artists cited at these links:
TRoS Finnpoe ⭐ TFA Finnrey ⭐ Ap’lek the KoR
Rose and Paige ⭐ Finn in the Falcon ⭐ Neeku
Master Luke ⭐ Jakku Rey ⭐ Padawan Rey
#star wars#dswcp wallpapers#star wars wallpaper#the force awakens#the last jedi#the rise of skywalker#finn#poe dameron#rey#rose tico#paige tico#bb8#finnpoe#finnrey#neeku vozo#luke skywalker#finn x poe#finn x rey#jakku#the colossus#ahch-to#sw sequels#the knights of ren#alien#resistance#sw resistance#happy pride!
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/29560065
Want some wholesome LGBTQ content?
#star wars sequals#star wars fanfiction#star wars#gingerpilot#poe dameron#lgbtq characters#wholesome#healthy relationships#armitage hux#phasma x paige tico#mondern au
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Well, damn, people, I just realized I hit 100 followers on Tumblr!
In honor of that, I’m opening my ask box to prompts. Primary ship is Darkpilot, though I also do FinnRey, Rose/Jannah, Paige/Jess, etc. Feel free to drop off your prompts; I’d love to see them!
#100 followers#darkpilot#benpoe#ben x poe#kylo x poe#poe x ben#knightpilot#poe x kylo#paige x jess#finn x rey#rose x jannah#prompt request#celebration
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We Belong to the Stars, CH. 18
Rating: Mature (18+ only)
Word Count: 2296
Pairings: Poe/Evelyn (OC)
Characters: Poe Dameron, Leia Organa, BB-8, Kaleb Skywalker (OC), Evelyn Skywalker (OC), Karé Kun, Iolo Arana, Snap Wexley, Jessika Pava
Masterlist / Read on AO3
By morning the humidity had not broken on Scarif. Poe woke alone in the sleeping bag. He wasn't surprised that Evelyn had snuck back to her tent last night, after all, they really were trying to be discrete. He smiled to himself, still tasting her in his mouth, still smelling her on his skin, and he felt a rush of heat recalling how her body had felt wrapped up and around his.
Finding his discarded clothing, Poe dressed and slipped out of his tent. At the edge of the beach they had set up camp on he caught sight of Evelyn sitting in the sand, watching the waves crash against the shore. She'd redone her hair into a braided bun, leaving no evidence behind that he had totally mussed it up last night. Eventually they were not going to be able to hide it that they were back together, but for now... he was rather enjoying the secrecy of it all.
"Hey princess," Poe greeted, sitting down in the sand with her. "Are you the only one up?"
"I am," Evelyn replied, smiling sweetly at him. "Guess our teammates aren't early risers."
Poe gently grasped her chin in his hand and stroked her cheek with his thumb. "I'm glad they're still sleeping; gives us a few more seconds to just be us." He pressed his lips to hers in a soft, tender kiss. "I'm really glad you invaded my tent last night."
Evelyn laughed, softly. She had no idea what was going to happen when she crept into his tent last night; she'd had an idea of what she wanted to happen... but there had been no guarantee Poe would go along with the plan. "I know it wasn't the next time we were in a bunk... but a sleeping bag worked just fine I think."
"It was with you so anywhere would have worked just fine," Poe whispered, his lips brushing against her pulse point.
"Mmmmm," Evelyn hummed. "Why am I not surprised by that?"
Wrapping his arm around her waist, Poe pulled her towards him and crashed his lips against hers, kissing her hungrily. She melted into the embrace, her hand running over his chest and then gripping his tank top. It was amazing how quickly they forgot where they were, what they were really doing in this place, when they were together like this--until they heard BB-8 whistle shrilly behind them, reminding them that he was tired of keeping their kissing a secret.
Poe laughed, softly and when the droid screeched at him, he put his hands up in defeat, sliding away from Evelyn. "Okay, okay," he said, appeasing BB-8. "I promise, you won't have to keep it a secret much longer, and we'll make sure not to do this when you're around."
BB-8 didn't sound convinced as he rolled away back towards the camp.
Evelyn watched him go, turning her eyes to rest on Poe's face. She reached out and played with his curls. "You know, it really isn't fair that we're asking BeeBee to keep secrets. It's probably against his programming."
"Probably," Poe agreed, with a smile. "He really is the best droid--and to think the Navy thought I was crazy for picking him."
"Why's that?" she questioned, fingers still lingering in his damp hair.
"Too skittish," he replied, honestly. "However, bb units have incredibly loyal subroutines--if treated the right way."
"I believe it; if a droid can love--that droid loves you."
"He can love. Trust me."
"How do you know that?" Evelyn countered, a soft smile gracing her features.
"Because, I see how he follows you around," Poe replied, laughing.
She tossed him a teasing grin. "Are you jealous of your droid, Poe?"
He leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. "I might be... just a little...after all, he gets to follow your gorgeous body around."
Evelyn laughed, playfully punching his shoulder. "You're so weird."
Poe grinned at her. "Sure... but it's all apart of the charm, sweetheart."
The sound of footsteps in the sand, and then a shadow cast over the beach, alerted them to the fact that they were no longer the only two awake. Paige and Jess sat down in the sand with them, offering cups of caf--or what was passed off as caf in their ration packs.
"Hope we have better luck today," Jess murmured, sipping her caf and making a face. "Gods, this stuff sucks."
"Don't worry--the real stuff will be waiting for us back on base," Poe promised her.
"Well, then we better find that transmission today," Jess retorted.
"What's the matter, Pava? Don't like sleeping in a tent?" Paige teased.
"Come on, Tico, who does?"
"I don't know; I don't see Poe or Evelyn complaining."
Jess threw them a cheeky smile. "Maybe that's because they didn't sleep last night."
Paige wouldn't have believed it, however she saw both Poe and Evelyn visibly react. Their eyes quickly darted away, and color rose to both their cheeks. Everyone on base was talking about them; it wasn't like their romantic feelings for one another were a secret. Finishing the rest of her caf, she glanced at the commander for a moment, and she smiled, silently to herself--there were going to be a lot of women back on the base disappointed and heartbroken...
Poe stood up, and cleared his throat. "We should probably get Snap up and get a move on. The longer we stay here on Scarif, the more of a chance that the First Order is going to track us and come after us. I don't know about you--but I'm a little tired of being shot at."
"Anything, BeeBee?" Poe asked, hopefully, wiping the sweat from his brow. When the droid responded negatively, the pilot sighed.
"We've been at this for almost two days now," Evelyn said next to him.
"Dane must have gotten his information wrong," Poe countered, angrily. "Either that or this is punishment."
Evelyn cast her eyes downward, looking at the fern covered jungle floor beneath her. "I'm sorry, Poe."
Poe glanced at her while he put the panel back on the latest tower they had checked. "For what, exactly?"
She still refused to look at him; she wasn't sure why, but she suddenly felt guilty. "For the way Jas treats you; it's not fair. He's only doing it because of me."
He chuckled and reached for her chin, tucking it upwards and forcing her to look at him. "Evie. He wouldn't have liked me regardless of my relationship with you. So, you don't have anything to apologize for."
"Dameron," his commlink crackled with Snap's deep voice, "we found it. Can we please get the hell off this planet now?"
"Great," Poe responded, feeling an immediate sense of relief. "Head back to camp, pack up; Evie and I will meet you there. And Snap?"
"Yeah, Poe?"
"I owe you a drink, man."
"I'm gonna hold you to that promise, Dameron."
Evelyn laughed along with Poe as the commlink closed. Poe placed the device back in his utility belt and ordered that they head back to base camp.
BB-8 was the one that bleated a warning even before a man and two stormtroopers emerged from the jungle. "Just a minute, Commander," the man said. He wasn't too tall, broad shoulders, dressed in all black armor. His head was shaved all around, except for a narrow patch of gray on the top of his skull. "I'd like to speak with you and Miss Skywalker."
Poe wasn't sure where the First Order agent and his men had come from; it didn't matter. Keep Evie safe. Instinctively Poe stepped in front of Evelyn, pulling his blaster. "Listen, I don't know what you want, or where you came from... but I'm not in the mood to play games, pal."
The agents were not phased by Poe pulling his weapon; non of them even flinched. "Good, neither am I, Dameron," the lead agent said, smiling maliciously at the two pilots. He gestured towards Evelyn. "I'm here to escort Miss Skywalker to the Supreme Leader's ship; he wishes to meet her."
"I don't make it a habit to go with strangers," Evelyn snapped.
"Forgive me, Miss Skywalker, where are my manners--I'm Agent Terex."
"And forgive me, Agent Terex, but I'm not going to see the Supreme Leader. I have no desire to meet him."
Terex quirked an eyebrow, an amused twinkle in his eyes. "I think you misunderstood, Miss Skywalker, you do not have a choice in this matter. I am here to take you to the Supreme Leader."
Poe clenched his jaw and raised his blaster. Like hell these agents were going to take Evelyn away; they were going to have to get through him first. "Over my dead body," he growled, making brief eye contact with Evelyn. He nodded his head so subtly that no one would have noticed if they didn't know to look for it; but she did. The silent communication passed between them unbeknownst to Terex and his men.
"Believe me, Dameron, that can be arranged," Terex replied, annoyed. He waved his hand. "Dispose of him."
"Now, Evie!" Poe shouted, dropping down low so she could get her shot off.
The blast that shot forth from Evelyn's weapon took out the first solider; the second one was taken down by Poe. He threw his leg out in a scissor kick, taking Terex down to the ground. Rolling away from stunned the First Order agent, Poe leapt to his feet and grabbed her hand. The pair took off through the jungle, BB-8 and CB-2 rolling furiously behind them.
Poe pulled his commlink, knowing that running at this pace through the jungle was highly dangerous--since they could set off a mine at any moment--he ordered Black Squadron to get into the sky. They had what they came for; it was time to go home.
With no time to dress in full flight gear, Poe tossed his helmet own and practically vaulted into his fighter. "Black Leader to all wings; report in."
"Black two, standing by," Snap reported. "We better hurry, Dameron. Sensors indicate we're not alone."
"Black three, standing by," Jess sounded off next. "Stars, I hope this information is worth it. I'm tired of running for our lives every time we go out there."
"Black four, standing by," Evelyn said after Jess, tightly. "If it's not, I get first dibs on punching Dane in the face."
"Paige, how are you holding up?" Poe questioned before she could report in.
"Anxious, terrified, any other word you can think of to describe fear," Paige reported.
Sighing, Poe lifted his x-wing into the air, watching as his squad did the same. "Okay, form up around me; Paige just follow Black Squadron's lead. We're gonna get us all out of this, okay?"
Paige muttered something that he didn't quite pick-up over the comms. Black Squadron had other problems than to be worrying about what she had mumbled--waiting for them in the space around Scarif were two Star Destroyers and their full arsenal of TIE fighters. "Kriff," Paige cursed, and this time the entire squad heard her.
Poe flipped a few switches on his panels. They needed to get out of this system and fast. "Evie, fall back with me. Snap, Pava, Tico--make the calculations for light speed. We'll hold them off."
"Two of against all those TIEs?" Jess sputtered. "Kriff, Poe, you are crazy."
"Listen, I've done this before," Poe responded, cutting his fighter into a tight swaf and firing. He hit his target dead on. "I'll be fine!"
"One of these days, you won't be fine," Snap drawled. "Eventually even your good luck will run out."
"There's a good chance you're right, Wexley, but it ain't happening today!"
Paige screaming over the comms alerted the others that she was in trouble. The TIE fighters had quickly figured out that she was the weakest pilot out of all of them and had surrounded her. She had taken fire and one of her engines had flamed out. "My droid is working on it, but I can't shake them!"
Poe swung his fighter about, ordering Evelyn to join him. Snap and Jess were close to making the jump to light speed. If we can just get to Paige... we can blow those TIES on her tail and get the hell out of here, Poe thought as his finger brushed against the trigger. "Hold on, Tico, we're coming. Snap, Pava, how close are you to making the jump?"
Jess answered, sounding annoyed. "Thirty seconds. But we're not leaving you, Poe. So, blast those TIES and let's get the kriff out of here!"
"We are not having this argument again," Poe hissed. "You jump when the calculations are complete."
Jess and Snap didn't listen to his order. If he could have, Poe would have thrown his hands up in defeat. I don't know why I bother giving orders. "Evie? Where are you?" he asked into the comms, knowing that he didn't have time to argue with the others--the TIES were relentlessly closing in on Paige, like a swarm of wasps he'd once encountered as a child on Yavin.
Evelyn's fighter pulled up on his port side and together they split the enemy fighters in pursuit of Paige. It was not a move they often practiced in drills--hell, Black Squadron barely had time for drills--it was a move that showcased how in-tune they were when flying. Without even communicating, the two fighters broke apart, taking the various TIE fighters with them--and off of Paige's tail.
Black Squadron sailed underneath the belly of one of the Star Destroyers, and then once they were clear of the massive ship, simultaneously disappeared into hyperspace.
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The Rebel Queen (i)
Chapter One: Immolation
Pairing: Poe Dameron x (OFC) Princess Calista Ordell
Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist | A03
Words: 6k | Warnings: More ramblings of a delusional fanfic writer…
A/N: We finally get to meet our new protagonists and have a little bit of Poe towards the end. I had a lot of issues with this first chapter. I wrote and rewrote it three times before scrapping it and starting again. I was also anxious no one would want to read something that’s 90% OC’s. If you want to read the original version lmk, I’ll add it as a deleted scene. Expanded lore linked below:
Epilogue | About Thesmora
"Always find the courage to stand, my child," a beautiful smile graced over Lenora's timeless features, her hand reaching down. "For as long as you believe you have the strength to keep going, then you will have the strength to keep going.“
Young Calista rubbed at her cheeks, wiping hot tears away as she dusted her trousers and accepted her mother's outstretched hand. The sounds of her brother’s laughter tickling at her ear.
“Remember Calista, just because you got knocked down, doesn’t mean you belong there.” Lenora helped her daughter to her feet, glancing over at the golden shores of the beach, a content look in her eyes.
Karas the Ancient City on Thesmora…
Ash rained down from the smoke-blackened sky, a shadow cast over the white and gold flag that stood crooked in the courtyard.
Dark purple flowers trampled by lifeless bodies, the polished silver and gold armour of the Royal Guard was covered in specks of uprooted soil and soot.
An explosion in the distance heaving sand and dirt and roots out from the ground.
Princess Calista Ordell stared at her mother's funeral pyre, the flames long since dead. The smoke dancing like a sickly phantasm weighed down by gravity, trapped by the heavy air filled by a melancholy that clung to everything. Today was meant to mark the first day in a hundred days of mourning, but instead it had turned into the first day in a long number of days to be plagued by violence and turmoil.
Calista was numb to the pain. Numb to the distant sounds of explosions and boots crushing over the ancient city’s stone steps. Thesmora had lost a queen and she had lost a mother and on the eve of Lenora’s burial, the planet had lost what little hope there was for peace. Then Duchess Maligma had made a rallying cry. Traitors became patriots, brother took up arms against brother and now Thesmora was under the iron fist rule of a power-hungry tyrant.
Martial law was declared, what was once a monarchy in transition for Calista’s rule, was now a military state ripped apart by infighting and bloodshed.
All it took was one day for the galaxy to change. One day for Calista's life to fall apart. When the First Order unleashed the might of its arsenal against the Alliance, no one had been prepared for the devastation that followed. Seven planets -spinning, revolving, evolving- there one moment and gone the next, billions of lives lost succeeded by a fallout of immeasurable proportions.
Fearing for her people, the Duchess had killed her own sister after she had refused to side with the order. And even though the resistance had destroyed Star-Killer base, they had been too late to stop the panic and fear from spreading across the galaxy.
"Princess," the faint sounds of a trusted voice forced its way into the crevices of Calista’s foggy mind, shaking her from her stupor. "Princess, it isn't safe. We must get you to safety!"
Calista looked up, dazed and confused, eyes red from the salt in her tears. Her protector and long-time friend, Koa Kiddé, grabbed onto her shoulder and shook her fiercely. The wind blew her long silken hair furiously, the sunburst orange ends flickering like an open flame around her face. A look of determination turning her beautiful features stone cold. Her honey-coloured eyes drawing narrower with every wasted second.
"Now, princess!" Koa yanked her to her up.
Calista looked down at her feet planted atop the flower bed and remembered a phrase her mother would always mutter in trying times, "Find the courage to stand."
Koa held out her hand, the other armed with a viro-blade, urging Calista to take it.
Hand in hand the girls ran out of the courtyard and away from the only home they knew. Soldier's clad in black armour filing into the once lush and colourful space, covering it like ants on an anthill. Calista’s crown sinking further into the dirt as synchronised marching lifted the weak soil off the ground.
To win this war they would have to lose this battle.
Calista’s feet began to blister, her breathing ragged and shallow.
"If we hurry we should be able to catch a shuttle heading to Yotai, from there it will be easy to find ourselves a pilot willing to smuggle us out of the Outer Rim," Koa strategized.
"We won't get far dressed like this," Calista pointed at her ceremonial robes and Koa's Royal Guard attire. "And we'll need credits."
Koa hummed in agreement.
"We have no choice," Calista sighed. "We head for the race tracks and speak with Banden Murray."
"I would rather die than watch you sully your reputation by getting into business with that thug," Koa spit in distaste.
Calista looked around the housing complexes in search of clothes or material left out to dry. She spotted a purple poncho with a hood and pulled it over her clothes, obstructing the royal seal embroidered onto her breastplate.
"That may very well come to pass sooner than you think," Calista warned. "Our allies are scarce, Mokk-Toh has vanished and there are whisper's that Maligma is in talks with the First Order. My options are limited. Murray is the only option."
Koa clicked her tongue in distaste, "the thought of being bantha fodder is more comforting, but you are right. Without resources, we'd be shooting in the dark."
"Then we're in agreement," Calista nodded before heading away from the transport station and towards the race tracks.
The Shallow Pits…
The sound of pod-racers whooshed past, dust picking up and filling the air with the scent of grease, smog and engine fuel. The harmonising soundwaves of pods whirring in stasis trembled out through the orange and red rock depressions. The stands which were always filled with up-roaring fans were all but deserted. Posters and flyers advertising for a big race blowing about like unattended children.
Calista kept her head low as she manoeuvred through the sparse crowd of derelicts, gamblers, mercenaries and smugglers that frequented the race tracks. A few strange faces would occasionally do a double-take once they noticed her fine shoes didn't match her worn poncho, luckily Koa's frightening glare and imposing demeanour would scare any potential whistleblowers away.
"Hey, hey, hey, only Thessi with invitations are allowed beyond this point," a mercenary held up his hand, guarding the back entrance to the observation decks. He was an inch away from touching Calista's shoulder.
Koa unsheathed her sword with lightning quick reflexes, the heat from the plasma charge bathing the mercenary’s neck in a yellow glow, "Lay a hand on her and you lose it." Koa threatened.
"Stand down," Calista calmed her before looking up at the wide-eyed mercenary, sweat trailing down his neck -the viro-blade still painfully close to his artery. Koa's disciplined stance barely allowing for the long sword to sway.
Calista lifted the poncho to reveal the sigil, "I have a feeling your boss will make an exception about the invite rule."
The merc gulped and hit the wall panel with his elbow. The door opened with a hiss and a gust of air. "Go on ahead."
Koa sheathed her blade, yellow glow subsiding from the mercenary’s pale neck before following after Calista.
"A visitor to see you, boss," one of Murray's assistants introduced Calista. "And her bodyguard." Koa walked in right after.
Banden Murray was a tall, muscly man with thick hair the colour of tar. His skin paled in comparison to all his compatriots, making him stick out like a sore thumb in this part of town, but he didn't mind that. Murray was more outsider than native, but he had declared Thesmora his home after retiring from whatever occupation he had before.
He was widely respected by the public for being the head of the mining union with connections to various peoples of power. What few beyond the senate seat knew was that he was also an information broker with a vast network of spies who had dealings with both the Resistance and the First Order. Many believed he had amassed this network after the first rebellion ended, though none knew for sure which side he had been pledged to at the time, or if the story held any merit considering no one knew his age. If the lines on his face were any indication, he was probably past his prime years.
"Ah, I never thought I'd see the day when royalty would walk into my establishment of their own volition," Murray smirked as he leaned further into his chair, a multi-coloured poncho draped over his heavily tattooed arm. The only legible tattoo was of a name scribed over his chest: Ashani. "Please, sit."
Calista accepted his show of hospitality, Koa, however, made it a point to stand in defiance. Murray cocked his head at Koa before bringing his sights back on Calista.
"So, princess," sarcasm dripped from his tone. "How may I be of service?"
Koa's hand balled in a fist.
Calista brushed his brazen attitude aside, "I need a favour."
"Do go on," he encouraged with a wave of his hand.
"We have a contact waiting for us at Yotai who will get us out of the Outer Rim. All we need is safe transport off-world."
Murray chuckled under his breath, "Your contact wouldn't happen to be Senator Kiddé by any chance?"
Calista's eye's flickered to Koa's instinctively, her guardian, in turn, clenched her jaw with a bitter expression.
Murray had gotten his answer.
"I suspected as much," Murray snapped his fingers, ushering one of his drones with a heavily tattooed face to bring a box into the room. "He was taken captive by the Thessi Garrison a few days ago. We were able to… re-appropriate several of the personal belongings he had on him."
"Need anythin' else boss?" She asked, eyeing the two outsiders.
Banden shook his head, the rings on his fingers knocking against each other when he weaved them together, elbows propped up on the table. "I'm told he and several other outspoken supporters of yours are being transported to Illis –to the Cairn- on a shuttle tonight."
Koa's hands began to shake and Calista caught on cue, asking Murray the question that was undoubtedly plaguing her friend's mind, "Any news on his wife, the Baroness?"
"We've heard chatter underground that she fled to the safety of Naboo not too long ago," Banden replied.
Koa's shoulders relaxed slightly upon hearing the news.
"With the senator no longer at our disposal, we may have a harder time getting off-world," Calista said gravely.
Banden let out a low rumble, "Then I suppose its fate that you came to my door." He stood from his chair and walked around his desk, his tall frame leaning against the desk with folded arms. "I know a good pilot. Trustworthy. Man of his word. He can get you where you need to go, for a fee of course."
Calista sized him up, "I suppose you have conditions of your own for helping us?"
"I do indeed," Banden pulled out a lighter and burnt the ends of his pipe, filling the light deprived room with puffs of white smoke. "Wars are a tricky business. Lucrative, but tricky. I believe you'd be worth the gamble though. I can help you, be your eyes and ears on the ground. Pass information to and from. I could be your inside man, help topple this totalitarian regime your devious aunt has erected." A wicked leer pulled at his thin lips.
Calista's fingers began to drum against the chair's armrest, one of her nervous ticks.
"What's the trade?" Koa said bluntly, her voice sharp as glass.
Banden blinked as though he hadn't the slightest clue as to what she was inferring.
"Men like you, you covet one thing: power. How does helping us get you what you want?" Koa took a step forward, challenging as was her nature.
"It's simple. If you manage to overthrow this current uprising and restore balance, I want a seat on the senate… and the deeds to the prison," his steely blue eyes fell back onto the princess.
Calista's gaze snapped to his, their eyes clashing like mud and crystal. "That is no small ask."
"Neither is helping two wanted fugitives escape from the clutches of a power-mad warmonger," Banden's voice was no longer gentle, his lungs sucking in air through his lit pipe. The scent of burning sticking to everything.
"How do we know you aren't in Maligma's back pocket?" Koa asked through a narrow glance.
"I am," Banden admitted freely. "I'm in everyone’s back pockets. The resistance, the order, the cartels… everyone. I even did the odd job for the late queen now and again."
"Lies!" Koa barked, jaw muscles working hard.
"It makes sense," Calista said regrettably. "A man of your connections is an invaluable asset." She stood from the chair, determination pulling her brows together. "I cannot promise you the rights to the prison, Murray. Nor am I inclined to believe you won't just betray us once we get on a ship… but, I can assure you, that once I take my throne back, all of Thesmora will know of your role and perhaps that would be evidence enough for the senators to allow you to slink your way into a seat of power." Even though her words were low and controlled, it wasn't enough to fully flatter the mobster.
"If you succeed, we'll bring this discussion up again at your coronation." Banden held out his hand.
Calista knew she was making a deal with the devil, but she had few good choices left. She accepted Banden's hand tentatively, a new alliance forming under the roof of a desolate betting establishment.
"We'll be needing disguises," Calista informed him.
Banden whistled, ushering a skittish droid into the room. "Cory will handle any of your needs."
"And the pilot?" Calista asked.
Banden chuckled again, "He's down by the docking ramps off-loading cargo. I'll let him know you're on the way and I'll handle any remunerations he may require..." Calista motioned to leave when Banden informed her, "For now at least. There are no free favours in this world. I will come knocking if you live through this."
"You'll get what you're owed," Calista's voice was smeared with venom, no longer playing the composed little princess.
“Trust me, I know.” Banden returned to his seat, boots resting on his desk. “Oh and princess, if you run into Felix, tell him his loan is overdue.”
The mention of Felix’s name caused Calista’s breath to hitch, the first sign of her level of distress.
Calista changed into the bright orange mechanic overalls Cory had given her while Koa riffled through the crate with her father's belongings.
"You know," Calista pulled the cloth that separated them. "I think I'd make a good mechanic." Calista tried to smile in the hopes it would ease Koa from her worries.
Koa looked up at her, fishing out a small blaster rifle and holster and tossed it to her, "A gift from our gracious business partner.” She was dressed in tattered clothes. Tears and holes peppering the purple cloak that obscured her viro-blade's sheath behind her back. Black boots scarred by scuff marks.
Calista buckled the worn holster around her thigh and waist, "You don't approve."
It wasn't a question, Koa hadn't tried to hide her feelings about this plan from the start.
"That's why you're the diplomat and I'm the shield," Koa said flatly, her fingers running over the knot-work ridges of an eye-catching necklace.
"It's beautiful," Calista moved closer, tying up her long hair into a professional bun that hid her auburn tinted ends.
Koa held up the chain to the light, the octagonal metal charm scattering the beams of light into an artificial rainbow. "I've never seen it before. I don’t think it belonged to my father." Koa tossed it back into the crate, her hands gripping the edges until her knuckles turned pale.
"Hey," Calista placed her hand over Koa's, urging her to let go. "Maligma won't hurt him, he's too valuable as a prisoner. We'll save him. I promise."
Koa ground her teeth together, before lifting up the box to carry, "Let's focus on getting you somewhere safe."
Calista glanced at their distorted reflection on a polished surface. With their hair concealed and their normal clothes cast aside, they shared a remarkable resemblance. Inattentive eyes would easily mistake them for cousins, even perhaps sisters. Despite their similar bone structure and eye slant, Koa was the more beguiling of the two, with her enviable height and toned build.
Koa pulled an old cap off a hook and fixed it over Calista's head, the brim shielding her eyes from view, "Now you look like a crew member on a pirate ship."
The ship hanger housed three star-ships. One was an old Mon Calamari cruiser that looked to be a former warship, probably salvaged by Murray and his thieves after the war. The other was a beaten up rust bucket with only one working engine, parts pulled from it for salvage and left to gather on the floor like a machines graveyard. The final ship was also a relic of the past, but the colourful paint job slapped on made it look a little newer, a little shinier. Bold letters ran across its side spelling out the word Somnambulist.
As Calista and Koa got closer, they heard the odd ramblings of an unfamiliar dialect. A stout, burly man with an extended belly, greasy hair and an unkempt beard was shouting up at someone working a plasma torch. Calista guessed by the grease-stained medals pinned to the man's small jacket that he was most probably their pilot, Odhen Boro.
Murray told them Odhen used to be one of the best pilots on their side of the quadrant, a veteran in the Resistance too, but he had quit right around the time the First Order popped up.
"Don't give me excuses, one-eyed wonder, you said you'd have the tailpipe fixed hours ago!" Odhen shouted up at a small creature standing on a ladder that had been wheeled under an engine thruster, his miniature frame dressed in a brown get-up.
"Is that a Jawa?" Koa leaned close to ask.
Calista hummed in thought, "I've never seen one, but the fiery attitude and loud shouting would seem to back up that assumption."
The Jawa moved his arms frantically about, his voice small and high pitched. It would have been adorable if not for the flesh searing torch he wielded recklessly.
"Yeah, yeah, don't give me that crap. Just get the damn thing fixed," Odhen ran a hand through his beard, curly follicles falling away at the contact. He stared down at the shed hair strands and groaned in disgust. "Great… next thing I'll start going bald."
The Jawa shouted something else and this time Odhen's nostrils flared, "Yeah, well you aren’t getting’ any younger either, pip-squeak!"
"Odhen Boro I presume?" Calista startled the two hot-tempered males.
Odhen scratched at his beard as he tried to place the strange women standing before him. The Jawa sighed and threw a bolt at him, shouting again in quick, unintelligible words.
The pilot grumbled something under his breath before wiping the engine fluid from his fingers onto his less than white shirt, "My mechanic over here tells me you're our haul. The princess and her bodyguard, right?"
Koa kept her eyes fixed on the Jawa, the initial wonder from seeing a new species still working its way through her mind.
"That's Ton-Ton, my mechanic who's living up to his title less and less with more time wasted. His chatterin’ droid is around here somewhere -lookout for anything that rolls," Odhen's voice was nonchalant as he made his way to the entrance. "I'm guessing the princess has never seen a Jawa before?" he asked as he started lugging crates to and fro.
"Uhh," Calista glanced in Odhen's direction, realising he had mistaken Koa for her. "Actually, no. Koa has never seen a Jawa before. Neither have I. I didn't think they ventured out so far from their homeworld."
"Usually not," Odhen grunted as he lifted another crate. "Ton-Ton has a penchant for getting into trouble. You all set?"
Koa walked past them, setting the crate down in the cargo hold.
"I should think so," Calista told him.
"You hear that Ton-Ton?" Odhen shouted out into the hanger. "We're all waiting on you!"
The Jawa replied in his native tongue and Odhen tugged on his sleeveless jacket in frustration, "What do you mean I can't afford a real mechanic? You're supposed to be a real mechanic!"
"Is this thing safe to fly?" Koa asked, staring up at the ceiling and the leaking pipes.
"This beauty hasn't killed me yet," Odhen said passively.
Koa and Calista shared a troubled glance. Their looks were deterred by the rumbling of unfastened items placed recklessly about the cargo hold. For a moment, everyone stood still, watching, waiting. Then the walls of the ship began to shake and the Jawa cried out as the ladder started to roll, his plasma torch falling to the ground and igniting a tarp on fire.
"What was that?" Koa asked, hands held out to steady herself.
Calista kept looking around as the shaking intensified, "They feel like micro-quakes."
"Seismic charges!" Odhen's eyes grew wide as shouted after the Jawa, "Ton-Ton get your scrawny little ass in here, we're about to have some very angry guests!"
The Jawa scurried on stunted legs dragging a red trolley filled with tools along with him, the flaming tarp left to itself. Ton-Ton shouted after Odhen just as the hanger bay’s ceiling caved in and a troop of Elites rappelled down, firing off rounds from their hand cannons. Their black armour forming one uniform black line in the distance.
"Forget about it, as long as we can take off without blowing up, it's not important!" Odhen waved the Jawa into the ship as he pressed the button for the cargo bay doors to close. A plasma round scorching a heated circular hole into the wall next to the pilot. "Hurry up, spanner head!"
The Jawa waddled faster, managing to get on board at the last second, his red trolley banging against a set of crates.
"Can one of you fly?" Odhen asked.
"I trained for three years but only with smaller fighters," Calista said.
"That don' matter, a seat is a seat," Odhen jogged heavily to the cockpit. "Come on."
Just as Calista made her way to follow, she noticed the Jawa pulling Koa below deck. A sign pointing down to the gun turrets was placed right above the maintenance hatch that Ton-Ton pried open with a wrench.
Odhen didn't bother strapping himself in as he flipped switches and spun the Somnambulist to the side so the turrets would face the advancing militia.
"Sit down, strap in and do as I tell you, kid."
Calista slid into the seat, buckling the seat belt. The ship groaned and shook as several blasts bombarded the outside walls.
"Easy there girl," Odhen smoothed the flat surface of the dashboard with his free hand while the other pushed the navigation stick to the side. He snapped on his headgear and tuned the station until the static turned into rapid-fired words coming out in Jawaese. "Stop clogging up the channels, Ton-Ton! I hear ya! It's not like I'm trying to get shot at on purpose!"
Odhen pressed the ignition button and the whole ship thrummed with new life. A spray of blaster fire hit at the windshield, "Hey shorty, try shootin' at somethin' will ya? I can't be the only one doin' the heavy liftin'." He barked into his headset, snapping his fingers at Calista. "Hey kid, turn us starboard to 45 degrees and then push down that switch so our flaps descend."
Calista followed his instructions, breathing deeply through her nostrils so she wouldn't lose her composure. The sound of the ships cannon's firing off was loud enough to send trembles through to her spine. She felt like she was inside the belly of a giant turbine.
Even though the advancing soldiers were out of view, the sound of explosions signalled that several of the Elite's forces had just been taken off the board. Calista squeezed her eyes shut for a brief moment, refusing to allow herself to feel any pity or remorse.
"Nice going buddy," Odhen cheered in the headset through shaky laughs. He tried the button for the hanger bay doors but it was unresponsive. Swearing under his breath, Odhen chimed into his headset. "Ton-Ton, I need you to blow up the hanger doors. The receiver isn't transmittin’."
More Jawaese filled the radio and Odhen simply pulled his headset over his ear. Noticing Calista's hand was shaking over the nav-stick he tapped her arm with two fingers. "Hey, kid," he snapped his fingers at her and she pried her eyes open. "I need you to stay focused. You're my co-pilot now. Can you handle that?"
Shaking the thoughts from her head, Calista nodded tightly, screwing her lips into a stern straight line, eyes focused on getting them out of the hanger and towards the horizon peaking over the blown open doors.
The Somnambulist took a hell of a beating as its parking legs folded into the base of the ship, its weight no longer grounded. The force of the attacking Elite's made the ship shake, the old bolts and screws groaning out.
Odhen punched the nav-stick as far down as it would go and the ship burst from the hanger at impressive speeds.
"I need you to keep a steady grip otherwise the torque will pull us into a tail-end spin," he informed Calista.
The ship tilted to the side, threatening to spin out just as he had warned, causing an animatronic scream to burst through the ship. The sound of tires rolling uncontrollably prompted Calista to peek at what was going on.
In the back, a legless droid seated atop another red trolley, rolled from an open compartment and into the stacks of boxes in the cargo hold.
"Woah!" The droid shouted as a crashing noise erupted.
Odhen clicked his tongue, "Damn droid..." He pulled his headset back over his ear. "Hey shorty, you forgot to secure your damn droid!"
In frustration, Calista peeled her headset off, trying to remain concentrated with flying instead.
Odhen raised a brow her way and she simply shrugged.
"He talks a lot."
"I hadn't noticed." Odhen laughed. "Alright kid, I'll take over from here. Hold on, I'm punching us into hyperdrive. Got any requests?"
"Anywhere as long as it's not here," she offered, palms running across her face as she let out a huff.
The stars raced across the screen like a thousand shooting stars raining around the ship. The Somnambulist had stopped groaning from all the offensive fire and was now groaning from the intense speeds it was flying at. The sounds were similar but also different, less nerve-wracking.
Calista sighed as she stood from the co-pilot seat, staring longingly at the dashboard. There had been a time when the prospect of flying a ship as large as this one would have brought her joy, but right now her heart was too heavy to allow anything other than despair in.
"You aren't such a bad shot," Koa's voice praised out to the waddling Jawa. Ton-Ton said something in his native tongue in response. Koa hummed flatly before answering: "I'll pretend I understood what you said."
"He said he thought you weren't so bad yourself," the animatronic voice spoke out. "I hope I'm not being too imposing but… would one of you help me up? I'd do it myself but I have no legs."
Koa looked to the droid in the cargo hold and walked towards him, disappearing from Calista's view. Following suit, Ton-Ton hobbled over, his arms waving about.
Odhen sighed before pulling off the headset and standing from the seat with much effort, his belly brushing against the dashboard.
"Let's go see what that’s about."
"I am immensely grateful... Miss?" The droid asked Koa as she pulled him into his trolley. The Jawa pulled out some tape from his long cloak and tried to affix the droids severed torso onto the trolley more securely.
"Knight-Captain Koa'lianu Kiddé." she greeted overly formally. “Koa for short.”
“Knight-Captain?” Odhen mouthed to himself.
"A pleasure to meet you. I am Protocol Droid M8-T7 but my master calls me Watts and so does the Captain," Watts saluted at Odhen. "I must extend my deepest apologies to you both," Watts continued.
Koa squinted her eyes in confusion, "Why?"
"When my mobility device rolled away, I accidentally crashed into your box of personal belongings. I landed on this data chip storage device and crushed its outer casing," Watts held out the necklace from before. "I hope the casing wasn't sentimental to you."
"Data chip?" Koa asked, glancing at Calista with a bemused appearance.
Ton-Ton snatched the necklace from his droids hands before Calista had the chance. His small hands bringing the shiny metal object up to his singular eye, his voice muttering something in thought as he snapped the rest of the casing off.
"Hey, hey," Odhen pointed disapprovingly. “We talked about this. Don't go stealin' shiny things. That's the reason you ended up on my ship remember? Give it back to the princess…“ Odhen pointed at Koa who in turn looked at him with a furrowed brow, “So you can get to work on the lower hull, we may have a leak to fix remember?"
"A leak?" Calista asked frantically.
"Don't worry, the most damage it could do is--" Odhen was halted from his speech when the ship suddenly fell out of hyperdrive, the momentum of the sudden stop forcing everyone to jolt forward and brace onto something for support. "Drop us out of hyperspace. Damn." He finished with a glum expression and a snap of his fingers.
Ton-Ton rambled something, his tone indicating he wasn't about to do as Odhen asked.
Watts, seeing that Koa and Calista were unfamiliar with the ships dynamic, started translating, "Ah, it seems Master Ton-Ton believes I may have damaged the data chip, but he thinks he may be able to salvage whatever was on it if you give him permission."
"Well, Princess?" Koa cocked her head to the side, staring at the hyper-active Jawa. "The choice is yours."
"Princess?" Odhen sounded shocked. "Did you know she wasn’t the princess this whole time?" He asked Ton-Ton pointing at Koa again.
Ton-Ton replied with a dismissive wave as he started tinkering with the data chip.
Odhen gaped at his small friend, "And you didn't say anything?"
Calista knelt next to the Jawa, looking him in his one good eye and nodding hesitantly, "If this data chip was with your father, stands to reason there's something important on it. Play the message."
Ton-Ton pried a panel on the back of Watts's head, moving some wiring around before slotting the data chip into the droid's head.
A hologram of a miniaturised dancing Twi’lek appeared a few feet away, her body translucent and blue. The Jawa knocked Watts on the head with a spanner before shouting at him disapprovingly.
"Oops, terribly sorry, wrong recording," the droid apologised.
This time a new hologram filled the room. It was life-sized, blue and equally translucent yet somehow more alive than the one before.
Calista let out a chocked gasp as her eyes fell on the recorded version of her mother. She was just as beautiful as she remembered and even more regal in her favourite blue gown. Her long hair falling to her elbows, a blue pin the shape of a bird clipping two braids together.
Odhen whistled in the air, his eyes widening as he shifted to get a better look at her face. Koa walked over to place an encouraging hand on Calista’s shoulder.
"My daughter," the hologram began. "If you are watching this, then it is too late for me. I failed to see my plans come to fruition. Thesmora has always been peaceful, even during times of war and we have taken pride in that. But, I fear we may no longer be allowed to remain a neutral planet in this ever growing conflict. In truth, I do not believe we should.
I watched, helplessly, during the first war that ravaged his galaxy. I had the power to shift the balance and I chose not to do so. Yes, I had a responsibility to my people to keep them safe from the ravages of war, and I did that, but as a result, an entire planet was destroyed and we allowed a force of evil to continue its reign of terror on others.
Now that evil has returned, different and yet the same. My spies tell me the First Order is building a weapon of mass destruction, much like the one the Empire used to destroy Alderaan. I cannot in good conscience allow this evil to grow, I cannot stand back and use the safety of my people as an excuse again. We must declare allegiance. Maligma disagrees, I've never seen her so frightened before. I fear she may do something rash in her blind ambition to keep Thesmora out of this war."
Lenora's chin touched her collarbone as she took a strong and purposeful breath before looking up with steeled conviction and continuing on: "I have entrusted this data chip to Senator Kiddé, he is one of the few I trust unequivocally. The other is with Mokk-Toh. I sent him in my stead to be my voice and negotiate our terms with the Resistance. There is no one else I would trust to carry my words more."
A smile appeared on Lenora's face, "The data chips work as a set. Put them together and they reveal the location of several bomber star-ships intended for General Leia, as a show of good faith. Get this data chip to Mokk-Toh, the two act as beacons once separated. Follow the signal to his location… In case I'm not around to tell you this, know that I love you, always."
The hologram stopped and Calista stared into her mother’s face for what felt like an eternity, the silence disturbed by Odhen's dry coughing. Koa side-eyed him as he beat his chest, trying to clear his airways.
"Stop the recording," Calista's voice was feather-light.
Watts's mechanical eye stopped projecting the recording. The blue glow dissipating from the walls of the ship.
"Can you trace the location of the other beacon?" Calista asked the Jawa.
Ton-Ton nodded before going to work behind Watts. A spark and fizzle popping out before a new projection painted the room blue again.
Koa walked closer to the map to get a better look at the location of the beacon. Her finger hooked in a circle around her chin as she examined the map further. "I'm not familiar with these co-ordinates but this section of the map looks familiar."
Odhen grumbled when he looked at the map, "I don't know why it would. That's Takodana, a pirate haven. One of the few places free from the Resistance and First Order's squabblin'. It's not governed by the Cartels neither."
"Set a course, Captain," Calista said confidently, no longer kneeling on one knee.
"It'll take us some time since we can't initiate the hyperdrive without blowin’ ourselves up," Odhen rubbed the skin on his neck. "You may want to grab some shut-eye on the way, I'll go make sure we don't fly into any debris. Space is littered with broken chunks since they fired that Star-Killer... Ton-Ton come on. I don't pay you second mate rates for nothin'."
Ton-Ton spoke in his usual hurried tones.
"What do you mean I don't pay you?" Odhen banged on the roof of the cargo hold with a closed fist. "You got shelter over your head don't ya?" Odhen rolled his eyes and headed off. "Pssh, I don't pay you. Maybe I would if you didn't have a stomach the size of a bantha, ever think of that?" He grumbled to himself.
Ton-Ton fixed up Watts' exposed control panel, handed the necklace back to Calista and placed a long piece of piping in the droid's hands before going off to join Odhen in the cockpit.
"Master Ton-Ton says I am to show you two to the crew’s quarters," Watts pushed his trolled using the pipe as a rowing stick. "This way, follow me please."
The Resistance Base on D'Qar...
Poe was on the ground, his back pressed to a maintenance trolley, a torch held between his teeth as he worked on the modifications for Black One.
BB-8 beeped and chimed in happy tones as he rolled about next to the X-Wing.
Poe pulled the torch from his mouth when he said, "Hey BB-8 can you pass me the '44?"
BB-8 rolled over to the toolbox, clamping arm reaching out from its hidden compartment to grab the spanner but failing to get a grip. The droid beeped worriedly before a set of boots walked up to the toolbox and picked up the spanner instead.
"Here you go, Black Leader," Paige Tico's distinctive vibrato filled the empty hangar bay.
"Thanks," Poe smiled under the X-Wing, his hand reaching out to grab it. "When did you get back?"
Paige tapped her boots on the floor, "A while, I've been spending time with Rose. She worries."
Poe fixed the nut tighter and then dropped the spanner next to the toolbox, "Gimmie a hand?"
Paige wheeled the trolley out from under the jet, tossing him the rag that was on the stool.
"Thanks," Poe nodded, whipping the grease from his hands and under his fingernails.
"Missed a spot," Paige wiggled her eyebrows at the oil stain on his overalls.
Poe dabbed at the dark stains and sighed when he realised they were already dry, "Perfect." He drolled sarcastically.
Paige laughed.
"Don't laugh," despite his serious tone, a smile of its own was spreading across the Commander's face. "This is my second pair this month. The Resistance doesn't have the budget for it." He joked.
Paige rolled her eyes, "Sure, they can afford fancy X-Wing's but not a washing machine."
Poe huffed, dropping the rag in his toolbox, "You here for a reason Tico or just to eye my baby?" Poe patted his jet affectionately making BB-8 chirp and beep, "Don't worry buddy, I can have two favourites."
"Ah, the delusions of men," Paige hummed with a smug look on her face. "And no, you caught me on one of the rare occasions that I'm not trying to pester you into letting me take Black-One for a test run." Paige pointed her thumb in the direction of the exit. "The General sent me, she wants to see you in the CC."
Poe frowned, "You couldn't have gotten to that tidbit a little faster?"
Paige shrugged as she watched him and BB-8 race down the hanger, "Eh, it's more fun watching you sweat for it!" She shouted after them.
When she was alone, Paige allowed her eyes to look over the black X-Wing with a hungry expression. A whistle of appreciation leaving her cheeks as her hands glided over the cold metal. She whispered hopefully, stars in her eyes, "One of these days, baby."
Poe slowed his pace to a slow jog when he neared the command centre. An overlapping noise of voices and machinery and buttons being pressed bombarded his ears. It was starkly different from the isolation of the hangar bay. Poe was beginning to miss his time working on his star-fighter already. He was also a little disappointed he hadn't had the time to get cleaned up before seeing Leia.
"You wanted to see me, General?" Poe announced himself into the room.
Leia turned and smiled at him, her fingers beckoning him closer, "About time Commander."
The hologram of Maz Kanada died out just as he stepped into the room.
"An old friend tells me that some new allies may require our assistance," Leia informed him. "I need you to gather a handful of your best men and head for Takodana." Leia's brow crinkled as though she had forgotten something important. "Oh, and take one of the ships we salvaged after the incident with Hosnian Prime. Don't want to arouse any unwanted suspicion."
Poe pressed his palms to the table, leaning in closer, "Mind if I ask who exactly these new allies are?"
"Maz didn't say, but something tells me they'll be revealed to you when the time is right."
"Do they know we're coming?"
"That is also yet to be determined."
Poe had to restrain himself from sighing, his head drooping down as he tried to keep his wits about him, dark curls cascading around his face and skirting across the sensitive skin right above his brow.
Lieutenant Connix walked in with a data-pad in hand, "Mission reports, General."
"Have faith, Poe. Things unravel the way they're meant to." Leia glanced over her data-pad, streams of information scrolling past her eyes as she brought her knuckles to bear the weight of her chin while she assimilated the new information.
Poe nodded, lifting his weight off the table as he made for the door.
Leia's eye twitched when she read a section of the report.
"Commander," she called after him.
Poe swivelled in a fluid motion, eyes wide in question.
"Take Ensign Tico with you. Something tells me she could use a change of scenery." Leia smiled again, "And don't dally."
"By your orders General," Poe excused himself from the room and headed for the living quarters to fetch his men and clean the grease off his fingernails.
To be continued…
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I loved this Star Wars post of the beautiful ship of the characters of Poe Dameron and Paige Tico together in the form of LEGO. Despite that, I still wish they had become a Canon even though we didn't see them interact very much together, let's say
By the way, this beautiful publication of the characters of Poe Dameron and Paige Tico together in the form of LEGO is not mine and the credits are not for me but I warn you that right here I am going to leave you the link of the real creator on Twitter
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A Little Bird Told Me
Reylo AU fic by Ayearandaday, Chapters:1/1
Summary:
There is a rumor going around that Rey Niima is sweet on her boss. But does she know that he is already married?
Notes:
So, for my second attempt in writing I decided to try something short and easy and somehow ended up with 6k words. Apparently I have absolutely zero idea how people manage to create nice interesting stories in less than 3k. Please, you magical unicorns, tell me your secret.
(See the end of the work for more notes.)
Read it here.
#a little bird told me#reylo#kylo x rey#rey#kylo ren#ben solo#ben#armitage hux#Hux#phasma#finn#poe dameron#poe#rose tico#rose#paige tico#star wars#au#fanfic#office#married#coworker
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Statistics on Star Wars ships based on ao3 tags :)
As at 30 December, this is what a quick scan of the tags on ao3 disclosed. Keeping in mind that tags alone are a really bad way of assessing the ships because they don’t distinguish between primary/secondary tags. A lot of the ships are tagged even when it’s orgiastic fic where everyone’s screwing everyone, or it’s polyamory where there are multiple pairings/combinations.
Also my browser crashed when I put this together so I have had to correct it twice (sorry Finn/Rosers and Reylos).
7418 works tagged Armitage Hux/Kylo Ren.
4417 works tagged Poe Dameron/Finn.
4000 works tagged Kylo Ren/Rey.
1159 works tagged Finn/Rey.
507 works tagged Poe Dameron/Rey. 375 works tagged Poe Dameron & Rey. This is my favourite ship for the fandom so I have gone through the tags in a little more detail than the others. Based on what I’ve put together in the DameRey fic archive on ao3 which currently has 191 works and 113 works bookmarked, that makes about 304 genuine Poe/Rey works and around 200 where the focus is really Finn/Rey, Finn/Poe, Rey/Kylo or the pairing as tagged is just part of multi-ship fics where everyone’s hooking up with everyone.
405 works tagged Poe Dameron/Kylo Ren.
384 works Rey/Jessika Pava. No idea who did this amazing piece of fan art below as the tumblr blog chiinacatt seems to have gone.
133 works tagged with Poe Dameron/Armitage Hux.
82 works tagged with Finn/Rose. Pretty good for a new character.
41 works tagged Poe Dameron/Leia Organa (and 139 works tagged Poe Dameron & Leia Organa). Fan art by melty94.
40 works tagged Rey/Rose Tico. Fan art by lhsketches.
39 works tagged Poe Dameron/Jessika Pava. As I low key ship this pairing, I went through the tags and there are only around 10 fics that are genuinely Poe/Jess as a primary ship. Fan art by tohdaryl.
35 works tagged Finn/Armitage Hux.
4 works tagged Poe Dameron/Rose Tico. I low key ship this. There is only one genuine Poe/Rose fic here, the other three are either Finn/Poe or polyarmory fics.
2 works tagged Finn & Paige Tico. Friendship fics, no fics under Finn/Paige yet.
1 work tagged Poe Dameron/Paige Tico. I could low key ship this, too. Alas the fic in question is basically Reylo and not really Poe/Paige.
It’s really interesting that the most popular pairing (whether het or slash) based on fic is Kylo & Hux, followed by Kylo Ren/Rey. Obviously people love Kylo.
So the most ficced about ships are:
Hux/Kylo
Kylo/Rey
Finn/Poe
Finn/Rey
Rey/Poe
Sorry @exsequar - can you delete your other reblog and use this one? I had an IT fail when my browser crashed. and Rose/Finn fell off. I even had the gif for them chosen.
@lovet - corrected with reylo stats. Damn that browser crash.
@margo-sama updated with gingerpilot. I never knew, sorry! :D
#star wars#the last jedi#shipping#ao3#armitage hux x kylo ren#poe dameron x finn#finn x rey#damerey#poe x rey#rey x poe#poe dameron x kylo ren#rey x jessika pava#poe dameron x leia organa#rey x rose tico#poe dameron x jessika pava#finn x armitage hux#reylo#kylux#poe dameron x rose tico#finn x paige tico#poe dameron x paige tico#damerux#poe dameron x armitage hux
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Poe Dameron y Paige Tico después de enterarse de su bebé
Shara Thanya Tico Dameron de 12 años
Shara Thanya Tico Dameron vestida de civil de 18 años
Shara Thanya Tico Dameron vestida de piloto (al igual que sus padres) de 18 años
#shara thanya tico dameron la hija de poe dameron y paige tico#poe x paige#poe and paige#poige#poe dameron#paige tico
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy, Star Wars - All Media Types
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Poe Dameron/Paige Tico
Characters: Poe Dameron, Paige Tico
Additional Tags: Pre-Star Wars: The Force Awakens, Established Relationship, Teasing, Flirting, Emotional Hurt/Comfort
Summary:
When Poe can't sleep, he tends to find himself in the hangar with Black One. Paige knows him well enough to find him there, but this thing they have is a bit too new and uncertain for either of them to know quite what to do after that.
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