001; video; UN: wingingit

[volitaunt]

[ Here's a Poe, fussing with the communicator he doesn't realize he already turned on, trying to get the setup the way he wants it. For an ace flyer and mechanic he's kind of an idiot sometimes.

A lot of times.

BB-8 rolls into the room behind him, which just looks like any barracks room in the dusty spaces they've apparently been given. The droid looks at the communicator, then looks at Poe and whistles in a way that manages to communicate resigned amusement. ]

Hang on, bud, I'm--what do you mean it's on already?

[ Poe peers at the thing, then turns his head away and swears inventively in several nonhuman languages before he looks back at it. ]

Of course, why not. [ He finally gives up trying to fuck with it and plops down on the nearest bed.

Deep inhale, soft exhale, just do this, stay calm and do this. ]

Hey, so, I've had a couple of false starts already, thinking I recognized people and them being different versions of themselves and... all of that. Different universes. Gets kind of confusing but less surprising after a while. [ He licks his lips, his attempted calm dissolving into something that veers close to panic for those who know him well, then he drags in a breath again and bites his lip until he's calmer. ] Right. Anyone here familiar with places named Hadriel or Riverview?

[ More quietly: ] And if... if anyone's seen a person named Finn, or one named John Sheppard, could you let me know?

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[volitaunt]

Pretty sure Phasma beat me to that one, too.

Right, and it's not like you'd ever admit to being smeared across a wall like the bantha turd you desperately try to be.

[therewillbeorder]

I know you want desperately to believe that I died during the attack, I'm sure it would comfort you at night in your deluded mind but I'm going to have to shatter that dream.

Why would I give you the satisfaction of dying?

[volitaunt]

Eh, did or didn't, I can still imagine all the ways the Null could have crushed the life out of you, and my deluded mind will be comforted at night either way.

[therewillbeorder]

There is something very wrong with you, Poe Dameron. Were you dropped on your head as a baby?

Did you die? If not, I'm sure I could arrange something.

[volitaunt]

No, my parents actually loved me. Bet you've got some nice flat spots under that greasy mop you call hair, though.

[ That did you die gets to him, though. It shows in the way his eyes go distant--because yeah, he did die. Right next to Finn. Back to back, fighting the Null, protecting Hope's temple, not sure if the god would bring them back or leave them as corpses in the street.

He glares at Hux. ]

Try it. There's no one here to bring you back.

[therewillbeorder]

[Oh now that did get a reaction and he smirked, pleased with himself.]

You did die, didn't you? Oh that does make me happy. Was it painful?

[volitaunt]

Go fuck a Hutt.

[therewillbeorder]

There is no need to be vulgar. Didn't your parents teach you manners?

[volitaunt]

Go have intercourse with a bantha. Better?

[therewillbeorder]

Apparently, they didn't.

I know the Resistance doesn't exactly have high standards, what with being festering rot but I expected a little better. Just a little.

[volitaunt]

[ He groans, leans back, sprawls in his chair. ]

You really need to get some new material.

[therewillbeorder]

Considering I'm still stuck with you, my options are relatively limited but I'm more than happy to remind you of your painful death whenever you need it.

[volitaunt]

Don't worry. I'll push you off a breezeway so you don't feel left out. How's that?

[therewillbeorder]

If I didn't know better I would say you were flirting with me.

And I have to say, I'm not interested. You're not my type.

[volitaunt]

[ Poe's entire face scrunches up. ]

I think I just threw up in my mouth a little.

[ Then, because he can't help himself: ]

What is your type? I'm guessing low-sentience organisms, those would be the only things that might touch you.

[ Then he holds up a hand, like he's trying to block Hux's face from being visible on the viewer. ] Oh, no, no no, that took me places I didn't want to go. I'll never be clean again.

[therewillbeorder]

My type is none of your concern but I have higher standards than settling for the likes of you.

[Poe, you brought that on yourself.]

I don't want to ask what you just thought about. I really don't.

[volitaunt]

Well, at least one of your parents settled for a dianoga. Or maybe the dianoga settled.

[therewillbeorder]

At least my mother didn't fuck a Hutt because that's the only explanation for you being what you are.

[volitaunt]

You're goddamn lucky I can't reach you through the comms. You'd better hope your luck holds out.

[therewillbeorder]

Touch me and I'll break you.

[volitaunt]

Please. Like you can do a thing without some war machine there to do the work.

[therewillbeorder]

You would be surprised what I'm capable of.

[volitaunt]

Prove it. No deals. No blasters. No hiding behind a ghoul's robes. Just you and me.

[therewillbeorder]

Let's do it then.

I'm so sorry.

[substances]

ooh fight fight
can i watch?
like ill put 5 bucks on curly-hair-great-lips to win

wait i dont have 5 bucks
25 cents and some pocket lint!