[ audio / image ] un: wingingit

[volitaunt]

[ It starts with a blank screen and cheerful booping that anyone who has met BB-8 will recognize, with muffled conversation in the background.

BB-8 is working on something. The screen flickers from blackness to brief color, goes dark again, then abruptly displays the following image: ]



[ Yes, it is Poe Dameron, standing nobly above a motif of X-wings, over the word "RESISTANCE" and below the words "WATCHING OVER THE SKIES AND STARS."

The background conversation stops. Poe's voice comes through clearly: ] Bee, what are you--BB-8, take that down right now.

[ Annnnnd the image vanishes. ]

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[ex_jelmazmo599]

( Braavos is a republic; she connects two and two together, imagining a democracy spanning several worlds at least. It's nothing like she ever might have dreamed at home, certainly. But she feels pride in understand it in terms of scale, and the stakes at hand.

Her features set as she looks every inch the stoic Queen she had while ruling Meereen. Only her eyes Burn, because she can empathize somewhat. )

You stand against a tyrant? I, too, stand against those who would destroy my home. The dead and living alike.

[volitaunt]

We do. [ And thus was Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen firmly cemented within the circle of women like Leia Organa and Shara Bey. ]

May the Force be with us both.

[ He can't think of any better way to honor her own fight.

Then: ]

The dead?

[ex_jelmazmo599]

( It sounds almost like an intonation of faith, like 'seven blessings.' A small smile crosses her face. )

Yes. Is that what one of the gods of your people is called?

( Interesting.

But she shares the sentiment, most certainly. The warmth flees her expression, now, though, and she becomes pale, steel flashing in her eyes. )

The dead march against the living in my country. The creature called the Night King has the power to enthrall corpses to his will.

[volitaunt]

Not exactly. The Force is... [ He thinks back to his talk with Rey, then further to L'ulo's funeral. How had he put it then? ] It's energy. It's the balance of the universe, the thing that holds it all together. It's what remains when the rest of you is gone.

[ The Night King. His stomach churns. If Snoke had a power like that, the rest of the galaxy wouldn't stand a chance. ]

You have armies of your own, I'm guessing.

[ex_jelmazmo599]

I've never really considered that anything would be left of us in death other than our bodies. My family has always cremated our dead. ( Balance, though. It makes her think of something the Red Woman, Melisandre had said. ) So, it maintains a balance unto itself, or is that up to others?

( More or less, she wants to know and understand how this works. Because there's been a give and take, push and pull between life and death, magic and learning, man and nature, lion and wolf, ice and fire for years. If not centuries. )

I do. My king has his own, as well. Others have pledged to help us, but they also aided in the murder of my sister-in-law and her young children.

( From the look in her eyes, it's clear: she doesn't trust these people she refers to. )

I have my dragons as well.

[volitaunt]

That... would take a Jedi to answer, and I'm not one. [ He doesn't know, really. He always got the sense that there was work to be done to keep things in order, light versus dark, hope versus despair, renewal versus entropy. He's done his best to commit to the light, to act with kindness and, when all else failed, to act for the good of the galaxy.

He believes in the light. And he believes in the Resistance's place in defending it. ]

The enemy of my enemy. [ He wouldn't trust those people either, in her place. ] Your dragons?