[ 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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[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?