Poe Dameron (
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revivalproject2020-06-03 03:52 pm
So who talks first? | Calibrations
WHO: Poe Dameron, OPEN
WHERE: Poe's Calibration room
WHAT: Calibrations
WHEN: 3 June - 10 June
WARNINGS: Torture, War, Weapons of Mass Destruction
You step out into a hangar, half sheltered, but open to the air along one side. The sky is blue, and in the distance there's scattered chatter from resistance members passing by as Poe and BB-8 work. Poe's perched atop the broken wing of his X-wing, scorch marks on her belly suggesting they'd recently come out of a tough scrape.
Poe's still half in his flight suit, the upper half tied round his waist, his old jacket sitting off to the side, draped over a ladder rung with care. There's scattered tools and wires to navigate, a makeshift workbench set up with his helmet and blaster abandoned there, next to his data pad which flashes at him with some unread message, though Poe seems to be pointedly ignoring it. Looking quite out of place, there's a tooka doll, not the sort of sentiment one might associate with Poe, and beside it, and old model of an A-Wing.
WHERE: Poe's Calibration room
WHAT: Calibrations
WHEN: 3 June - 10 June
WARNINGS: Torture, War, Weapons of Mass Destruction
You step out into a hangar, half sheltered, but open to the air along one side. The sky is blue, and in the distance there's scattered chatter from resistance members passing by as Poe and BB-8 work. Poe's perched atop the broken wing of his X-wing, scorch marks on her belly suggesting they'd recently come out of a tough scrape.
Poe's still half in his flight suit, the upper half tied round his waist, his old jacket sitting off to the side, draped over a ladder rung with care. There's scattered tools and wires to navigate, a makeshift workbench set up with his helmet and blaster abandoned there, next to his data pad which flashes at him with some unread message, though Poe seems to be pointedly ignoring it. Looking quite out of place, there's a tooka doll, not the sort of sentiment one might associate with Poe, and beside it, and old model of an A-Wing.

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He smiles fondly, and rubs at his jaw like he can still feel that slap. Clearly whatever issues the pair had in that moment, he looks up to her.
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"What rank were you before she demoted you?" He doesn't have to dig into the deeper questions right now.
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"Commander," he answers, "...She was right to do it. I made a call. Got a lot of people killed for a signal victory. I uh...I needed to learn that lesson."
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"That would explain why she slapped you. Sometimes the decisions you make can get a lot of people killed or hurt." He too knows about that kind of decision making. Cloud's eyes drift back down to the workbench looking at the blaster.
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Following Cloud's gaze, Poe twists a face. "You know, you're might end up with the wrong impression of me if you pick that one," he warns, but he doesn't actually move to stop him.
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Cloud tilts his head curiously. "Do you want to tell me anything before I pick it up? Or do you want me to make a judgement?" He takes a step to turn to look over at Poe.
"You might have the wrong impression of me by touching your things. I've never seen a weapon like that before."
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"Yeah. I was afraid you'd say that."
He turns cocking his blaster, joined by a small number of resistance members, evidently staging a coup, and the woman turns as Poe speaks.
"Vice Admiral Holdo. I am relieving you of your command, for the survival of this ship, its crew and the resistance."
She stares him down with a disappointed look, while the officers raise their hands.
"I hope you understand what you're doing," she says solemnly.
"Yeah," Poe holsters his blaster, "I'm going to the bridge. If they move- stun 'em."
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Cloud looks up at him. "You stated that you were doing it for the survival of the ship. Where did you go wrong?"
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"She was trying to do the same thing. She wouldn't let me in on her plan and I refused to believe I didn't know better. If I'd just stood down things might of ended different."
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This is a bit awkward for him. He's been in the shoes of the person not telling another a lot of things. Cloud looks guilty knowing how it can cause everyone else to feel. The uniform goes back to his black outfit that he's more comfortable with. He adjusts the gloves on his hands. "What happened after that?"
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He pauses a bit as he looks at Poe. "It's nice to have a friend around to get you out of that stubbornness. Are you..." Cloud glances downward. "seeking forgiveness?"
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"People I need it from aren't here any more."
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He would end up going quiet for a while himself if he was still stuck here. "I wouldn't know who to go to if I was in your situation. I could go to Reeve but..." He knows how much he brews in his own self doubts.
He bites the inside of his mouth. "I'm used to someone else being able to punch me out of my stubbornness with words." Her words hit hard than her fists.
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"...there's a rank badge on the desk there, it'll open the door for you," he offers, nodding back to the sealed doors he'd entered through.
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"Are you sure that's how this works?" He's questioning it a little bit.
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Besides everyone has memories they would rather keep to themselves. Cloud looks back over at Poe before trying the badge on the door.
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The door slides open as promised and Poe flashes him a smile. "Thanks for the talk."
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He gives a two finger wave before going to step out the door.