So who talks first? | Calibrations

[happybeeps]

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.

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[happybeeps]

"Yeah, it's good. Should take them a while to be able to build something capable of that kind of destruction again," he agrees, at least he hopes it will.

"I hope so too..."

And then the world shifts again, a young curly haired boy sitting inside the cockpit of an A-wing, settled in his mother's lap as she runs him through the pre-flight. He's unmistakably Poe, and he looks every bit his mother's son.

The starfighter lifts off, giving a good view of the ranch and colony below, and then the jungles of Yavin 4. In the distance you can see the Grand Temple, ancient and towering above the trees, and Shara Bey points it out to her son as she guides his hands. Eventually she lets go all together, letting him steer on his own, and Poe gives a giddy laugh, looking just as at home here in the sky as his mother does.

[deal_me_in]

Cayde finds himself smiling at this one. He also feels a pang of something else, and while he knows sadness is in the mix, he's not sure what else it is.

"She teach you to fly?" They don't have to go through any fancy maneuvers for him to see how good she is. It's in her movement, the practiced flow even as she goes through things with a young Poe in her lap.

[happybeeps]

They're back in the hangar and Poe smiles fondly, giving a nod. "She did. That was her old RZ-1, part of her compensation when she retired," he explains, "Doesn't have quite the kick of the newer ships, but I love that thing."

[deal_me_in]

"Eh, sometimes new is overrated. You can never quite replace a classic," Cayde grins as he gives the model a closer inspection before setting it down.

"Sounds like a nice retirement package. I wonder if I'll get anything fun if I ever retire."

[happybeeps]

"You can't," Poe agrees with a thoughtful hum.

"I'm sure they'll take good care of you with all you've done. There's a rank badge there, if you want a way out. It'll open the doors."

[deal_me_in]

"One can hope. I think once you're in the Vanguard, you're practically in it for life." The Exo chuckles, turning to look at the badge Poe indicates.

"Had enough of me poking around your head, eh?" he grins.

[happybeeps]

Poe chuckles and shrugs a shoulder, "I think I've put you through enough. These aren't the stories I usually like the share. Come find me sometime and I'll tell you ones worth hearing."

[deal_me_in]

"Make sure to bring the ship too," Cayde says, knowing full well it's probably not going to work that way, but he wishes it would. He picks up the badge, giving it a flick and toss in the air before catching it again.

"Catch you on the flip-side." He gives Poe a salute, turning then towards the doors.