[ 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]

[ A pause. ]

Yeah. Yeah it does.

[verflair]

I am sorry to hear that. [ The look on his face says he can relate somewhat. ] It must not be easy for you to be here.

[volitaunt]

No. [ It's maddening. It drives him crazy when he's not keeping himself immediately busy. It's awful. ] But I'm not here alone, so that helps.

[verflair]

Aye, friends can be a balm in situations like these.

For whatever it may be worth, I am an old resistance fighter myself. My fight has ended, but I am always willing to lend an ear should you have need of one.

[volitaunt]

[ My fight has ended. Those words could mean so many things. We won, we lost, I died.

But the invitation is touching. (It's another small tether to this moon and its people, people Poe already cares about more than he realizes.) ]

Thank you.

...Do you have anyone here?

[verflair]

Anyone from my homeland, you mean? I do not, though it isn't so bad.

[volitaunt]

[ Poe is pretty sure he'd be going bugnuts without Finn and Rey at this point.

AND BECAUSE NO QUESTION IS APPARENTLY TOO PERSONAL: ]

Really? You don't mind being alone?