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I Can Fly Anything. Pt. 2

WHO: Bishop crew! (Poe Dameron, Rayla, Cal Kestis , Vincent Valentine, Lance) or any of their visitors
WHERE: Ship/Space
WHAT: Time for take off
WHEN: Beginning of trip
WARNINGS: N/A currently

The mission could have been to fly out and pick up their laundry and Poe would have been eagerly ready to take off so long as it meant flying again. Really flying. But this was a much heftier mission, whether they were rushing out to the Agrii's aid or right into a trap they had to be ready, and Poe made sure anyone who chose to come along understood what they could be up against. He wasn't going to fault anyone for staying behind when they were going in blind.

Once they've set of Poe spends most of his time in the cockpit, even when he doesn't need to, it just feels right being back behind the controls again. BB-8 and CC-9 wander about looking to make friends, occasionally doubling back to make sure their Master actually takes a break and remembers to eat. You might catch him during one of those times, or maybe just the droids.

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Trap or not, Cal was ready to go. It wouldn't feel right not to investigate, and this would be a rare chance that they'd be able to use the ships to go anywhere outside of Agra 10.

Having flown once with Poe before, the padawan is at least confident that they're in capable hands when it comes to the ship. He's brought along tools and things that might be needed for maintenance, along with a few other items that he doesn't feel like leaving behind.

If he's not in the way, Cal will poke his head into the cockpit, just to have a look at things out beyond. He's used to sitting up front with Greez, but otherwise he'll be about.

BD-1's been more or less left to his own devices as well, provided he doesn't go poking at things he shouldn't. At least he's got fellow droids for company. Hopefully no one gets caught in the path of a random game of tag.

How could Tommy not come visit? A ship of his droid buddies? Of course Tommy is SUPER fucking there. There enough that he just wanders into the cockpit at one point like he fucking belongs there and this is completely and utterly normal. Don't mind him.

And definitely don't judge whichever droid let him on board. They're all good.

"Yo, Space-Shatner. How's it feel to be back in space?"

Edited 2020-07-28 16:15 (UTC)

[Rayla wasn't sure about these 'droids'. They seemed like weird magic to her, animated metal... metal wasn't even one of the elements, which, to her, meant dark magic. So she was trying her best to avoid them. But, apparently, droids were like cats, and Rayla avoiding them seemed to make her a more attractive target.

With no access to a Moon source, it was hard for her to use her invisibility power. But she was still pretty sneaky... when not crammed into a tiny ship. She could be found sneaking around trying to avoid the droids. Ask her what she was doing?]

It's nice that the droids have each other for company. BB-8 especially has been missing the company of the Resistance droids back home, and it's been hard for him here with out that same obvious purpose he has on the base.

Poe looks to Cal with a small smile.

"I'm thinking we'll be able to manage a better landing than last time," he teases.

Hey, at least he didn't have to leave his post to go let the kid in. He gives a surprised chuckle at the casual attitude, looking more relaxed than he has in the all the time Tommy's seen him. He doesn't really need to be in the cockpit. The course is set, but it makes Poe feel like he's got a piece of himself back.

"Missing the hyperdrive, but it's nice to be flying and not have someone shooting at you," he muses playfully, "Little dull. How you doing?"

[The droids thought this was a great game, hunting after Rayla, patrolling the ship as a team, pausing now and then to chatter to one another or scan for life signs. They didn't understand the discomfort they were causing her.

Poe could guess though, happening upon her as she struggled to avoid them.]

...They won't hurt you. They're just playing.

BD-1's largely been alone until he met Cal. His droid interactions have been limited to unpleasant close encounters with security and probe droids. Being able to have fun with fellow droids is a vast improvement.

Cal laughs, arching a brow at Poe. "Aw, I didn't think the landing was that bad."

Yeah, that's... super relaxed. And here was Tommy, being the literal opposite. Don't look too close at him, he's blurring a little around the edges from the nervous vibrations.

"Hyperdrive? No clue what that is. But yeah, not being shot at is good. I'm..."

Fine. It's a lie.

"Surviving."

Poe gives him a look and laughs. "Aren't you sweet?" he teases, rolling his eyes. "I guess I have had worse landings..." he admits with a grimace, thinking back to Jakku.

"Let's the ship go lightspeed. Seems like it'd be right up your alley," he teases, looking briefly concerned by those blurred edges, flashing a reassuring smile.

"Surviving is something," he offers with an understanding nod. "The shuttles helping? Feel a little less trapped?"

“Flying lightspeed is cheating,” Tommy says reflexively. Because he is used to throwing that out when people point out other speedsters he is slower than.

But grats Poe on the getting his issue. Claustrophobia was ticking up higher and higher with every day.

“It would be a shit trip if I couldn’t visit friends.”

"Do you have any idea how big space is? It'd be pretty hard to get around without lightspeed," he counters easily, "It's lightspeed skipping that's cheating."

And hey, he gets it.

"A lot of people drop out of the navy when they realize just how tight things get. Especially in a Starfighter."

Tommy doesn’t think he could explain it so he doesn’t bother arguing.

“Navy? But they deal with boats on the water.”

"Do they? Mm. For us it's starships. What do you call your flying armed forces then?"

“Air Force.”

Space wasn’t something anything but SHIELD and SWORD and other similar forces dealt with.

"Makes sense," Poe nods, "So you'd come to see me, or the droids?" he asks with a teasing smirk, "Don't worry, I know they're the real draw. They've been asking about you."

“If I was looking for them I woulda searched for them,” Tommy countered. He had put together enough of a functional understanding of their language for that. Even if he couldn’t make the noises.

"Hey, any landing where both you and the ship are in one piece is a good one, I think," Cal says. "But that's only the opinion of a passenger who has to watch everything happen," he adds with a grin.

Chuckling, Poe gives a look to suggest there's been more than a few where that might not have been the case. "Yeah, we'll get you in the co-pilot chair eventually and see if you're still so sure about that."

People who could make the noises were weird. Poe grins, and reaches to try and give Tommy's shoulder a friendly squeeze. "I like you Kid. So how was the shuttle ride over? She handle okay?"

Well, when your soul-dad is a synthezoid, it feels wrong to not speak SOME tech language. But he moves on.

"Wow, Kid? I'm practically ancient. But it was okay. The shuttle is SO small."

"Yeah, Old Man? Can't imagine how you'll feel when you get to be my age," he teases. Not that Poe thinks of himself as old.

He laughs kindly. "I haven't had a chance to look at it yet. How small are we talking?"

Old man. He can totally take that, so Tommy grins.

"I've got more years of life experience than you do, and squeezed into less time. I'm just that amazing."

How small are they talking? Too small.

"Super small>"

That one might stick. It suits the kid.

"You'll be a regular sage in a few years," he applauds with a grin.

Poe pauses to gesture around himself, holding a hand just above his head. "Like this tight? Or do you have some wiggle room?"

A lot of people would probably not agree with Poe. Tommy doesn't give a fuck.

"Years? Give me enough food and I could probably manage it in a few months."

He does follow Poe's hand and shudders to see how low that is.

"More room than that. But fuck, man. That sounds horrible."

"Get studying then, Old Man, I wanna see it."

Poe gives a sympathetic smile. He knows a lot of people can't handle being in that tight of a space. "You get used to it. Or most people do. The best pilots are on the shorter side, little more head room. You should see Ren scrunched up in his Silencer."

"Nah, I'd burn through too much of our real food stocks."

Get used to it. Yeah, that's not likely. Tommy's history was too complex for that.

"I'd rather just have plenty of space to run."

Cal's pretty sure he'll hold to his opinion. He's been in quite a few crash landings of a sort and they weren't even all ships. To Poe's suggestion he only smiles, giving something of a shrug as if to say he's ready to take that shot whenever.

He laughs as he hears the droids in the background. At least some of them have something to preoccupy themselves with. "So have there been many opportunities to take the ships out before?"

But... [Rayla huffed, almost annoyed that she'd been caught.] What are they? [She crossed her arms in frustration and distrust. She didn't want to have to explain herself, since a lot of people didn't seem to understand the whole dark magic vs elemental magic thing... not that she was all that great at explaining it, to be quite honest.]

"Well space is kind of like that. Just you and the stars and as much room as you can imagine. The ship becomes part of you."

There's a longing look, and Poe looks out through the view port with a sigh. He gets it. They might go about it different ways, but the freedom and excitement that comes from speed, it's in Poe's veins.

"Only the once for me. I think before my time they locked them all inside, but they were grounded. Otherwise there's been no way to get them to take off. I've tried plenty of times, trust me. Until they turn them on for us they're just...hunks of metal."

[That's...a strange question, but one Poe's getting more used to in this place. Apparently they aren't as common place in most of these other worlds.]

Droids. ...mechanical beings, with programming or artificial intelligence to run them.

"Convenient for them, isn't it? They're who knows how far out, but they can still keep us from going anywhere unless they want us to," Cal muses, frowning a bit. "Are we locked onto a set course? Not that I'm suggesting we do, but would we be stopped from taking the ship somewhere else?"

That look on Tommy's face? It's incredulous. This he does not believe or accept.

"Nah, man. That doesn't scan."

[Rayla frowned. Only part of that made sense, and she shook her head.]

What does all that even mean? It seems a lot more like magic... and anything that's not elemental magic is dark magic, and that's... [She looked unsure. It was bad, it was so bad... but this wasn't home. Things were different here, and she had to keep reminding herself of that.]

Everything's so strange.

"Maybe not for you," Poe concedes with a grin, "We ever get stuck in each other's minds again get me to show off some flying instead that depressing junk. I might convert you yet."

If magic's like the Force, it's...not a type of magic. It's just...technology. That's all. Here-

[He crouches down, and with BB-8's permission he opens up one of his access plates to show the mechanics inside.]

"You really won't," Tommy assures him. There was no way that he was going to accept this. The fact of the matter was that his claustrophobia and need to be on solid ground wasn't going to change. That was who he was and what he needed in life.

"I'd rather not be stuck in minds. People saw too much last time."

The Force? [Nope. not connecting it, but Rayla did crouch down cautiously to see what he was showing her, at least. Her eyes widened a little.] That's a lot. [Cautiously, she leaned in a bit to poke at it with one of her fingers.] Is it alive?

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I Can Fly Anything. Pt. 2

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