revivalproject | Closed; Space IKEA

Entry tags:

Closed; Space IKEA

WHO: Poe Dameron and Armitage Hux (if you want to join them for some reason give us a poke)
WHERE: Space IKEA
WHAT: Looking for parts
WHEN: Mid month-ish?
WARNINGS: More damn Star Wars, sorry

As per their agreement, Poe had met up with Hux to go in search of the parts needed to make a droid. After some asking around they had some idea of where to start, and while the space seemed run down, it did have a lot to offer.

Poe had his Agrii gifted backpack slug over a shoulder, ridiculous as it might look, it was useful, and it made him feel at least a little like BB-8 was there with him. The droid certainly would have been useful in working through this mess, Poe thought, climbing over some debris.

"What exactly am I supposed looking for?" he called to Hux.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"We are. At least the younger generation was. It's the older crowd that refuses to let go." Hux bitterly stated.

"I'm pretty sure you deal with that among the Resistance as well. With the older generation verses your generation."

Poe considered a moment but ultimately gave an uncertain shake of his head. "...Half my squadron's veterans. I don't think they mind taking orders from me. And they know plenty of stuff from the rebellion that I don't." He didn't think there was that same resentment, between generations. Not in his experience at least.

"Then I suppose you're lucky in that sense." Hux replied. He gave a wary sigh uncertain to why he was suddenly sharing information that could harm his organization. If the people found out he was talking to the enemy like this he would have been killed on sight for it. He had gotten soft during his time here. Yet, he was pretty certain their time here would be forgotten the minute they returned home.

Lucky's something Poe had be called a lot in his time, and he can't really argue. He gave a small nod. It was strange, talking like this. Much as Poe wanted to believe the best in people, this was General Hux. Could someone like that really change?

"Guess so. I'm a legacy kid like you though, so...maybe it's different for people who didn't grow up with it."

"Well....you were born on the winning side of things. It's a lot different. I had no choice.

My father fled into the Unknown Regions and formed an Academy on Arkansis. Then when Arkansis was taken over by your people, a Bounty Hunter came to collect my father and I to the remaining survivors of the Empire. I had been four when this happened and had no say in the matter. They only wanted me because I was considered a tool to be shaped into."

Hux quietly explained. "The last time I was on my home planet was when I learned my mother had passed and I made an effort to go pay my respects to her. He never knew I found a way to keep in touch with her."

"They didn't know that when I was born," Poe offered, but Hux had a point. To his parents, they were fighting an impossible fight to try and provide a better world for their son. Holding onto hope had been difficult. But for Poe, for almost as long as he could remember, the Rebellion had been the victors.

He frowned uncomfortably with the hard truth of Hux's upbringing. It was something he'd never given much thought to. He knew the First Order stole away children for their cause, but it had never really occurred to him that members such as Hux had essentially been stolen away themselves.

There was a particularly guilty expression on his face at the mention of Hux's mother.

"...You have a choice now," he offered.

"Do I? I'm pretty sure the majority of your people want me dead. I gave away any chance of leaving when I issued the command to destroy the Hosnian System and then later on to the planet your base had been on. I sealed my fate with those commands."

He softly replied. "I also lost a lot of my men that day and have nothing to prove for their sacrifice or the sacrifice of the Hosnian System. I lost a lot of support that day."

"You always have a choice." Poe really did seem to believe in his words. Hux wasn't wrong though. It wasn't an easy choice. There would be little support for him to be found almost anywhere in the galaxy. But the right choices were usually the hard ones to make in Poe's experience.

He hesitated a moment, before volunteering- "...I wasn't lying before. When I said we had a message from her."

Hux looked at him disbelieving and fidgeted with the cuff of his sleeve. Between the fact he had a choice and about the message. He wasn't sure if this was some trick of sorts. After all it had been used in retort before.

"Why would she reach you and how long ago was that?" he hesitantly asked.

"We liberated her." Which...okay, not the most comfortable way to address that, and probably not how Hux had seen the raid, especially as a small child, but from their side of things? They'd freed her. "It would've been from around that time. No one knew where you'd all escaped to, and she wanted to leave some kind of message in case you tried to find her. Leia found it."

The audio file had very nearly been lost,

"I didn't listen to it." That didn't seem right, it wasn't for him. "But Leia said your mother had been looking for you. And she wanted you to find yourself, and be happy. Not to follow in your father's footsteps."

Hux found himself trembling slightly at the unexpected news. He moved to sit down and burried his face in his hands as he tried to collect his thoughts.

He had searched long to try to reach her. He got in touch with some of the old staff that tried to help him find her. His father never knew of his searches, he had been careful to hide his tracks. He managed to talk to one of his mother's old friends. They had told her she was liberated and had passed away. Her body had been brought back home upon request. That was when Hux came to pay his respects.

But he never knew she had been looking as well. She had never given up on him and had tried to help him in her own ways. Admiral Sloane had been the closets thing as a mother figure for him since he left her. Yet, she was more of mentor then a mother. She had distanced herself in that aspect. He lost her too.

"....Why was nothing ever sent to me?" he asked when he felt capable of talking and his voice wouldn't break.

Poe watched over his with a concerned expression, though he tried to wipe it from his face. Hux didn't seem the type to appreciate that sort of thing, he'd probably see it as pity. Still...Poe knew it had to be hard news to hear. And not from the person he was meant to hear it from. Anyone else he might have offered a comforting touch to, but with Hux he merely offered his physically presence.

"No one knew where to send it at the time, and it got...filed away. And once you made a name for yourself...the First Order didn't take many transmissions from us. I think you only took mine because of how stupid it was for me to be out there in the first place."

"....I appreciate finally getting it now. But your reasoning for me answering your calls was correct. We had been rather surprise by your bold move."

Hux got up and straightened out his coat and uniform and grabbed his bag once more.

"Let's go....do you still need to stop by the hospital?"

'Bold' was not the adjective Poe expected Hux to use, and he offered a small smile and a brief pat and squeeze to the other man's shoulder. "...Sorry we couldn't get it to you sooner."

He shook his head at the offer. "I'm fine," he insisted, "I'm a pilot. We're sturdy. Get blown up a lot."

He allowed for a small smile in return. "You're a hopeless fool. Is what you are."

Needless too say he was relieved once they got out of the buildings and back into familiar territory. He wanted to escape to his Power Plant and start sorting through his wares. He needed the distraction from everything they had discussed.

Poe grinned as though it were a high compliment, and shrugged a shoulder as though to agree.

"...You gonna be okay?" he asked belatedly.

Hux glanced back, caught off guard by the other's concern.

"I'll be fine....I've dealt with worse."

That wasn't entirely a reassuring notion, and it earned a further frown from Poe, but he nodded.

"...If you're sure." It was strange to think if things had gone just a little differently. Would Hux had left? If he had would events still have transpired as they had with him at the helm?

"You're always welcome to stop by the Power Plant, if you wish to," Hux stated.

It was his way of saying things had been forgiven and he was starting to see him as a friend. He also found he enjoyed the other's company. It was also an attempt to change the subject he didn't want to dwell on.

That earned a surprised look. Things had clearly improved between the two of them since Poe had first arrived, but being openly invited into Hux's space was a huge step, one the pilot hadn't expected. He also couldn't have expected that he would want to stop by in turn.

"...I'll take you up on that," he promised with a small smile.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Closed; Space IKEA

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject