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Poe’s just SURPRISED (and thankful) that this hunk of junk manages to get started in the first place. Eyes scan quickly over the various controls, and he smirks to himself as the warnings display on screen. “A little LATE for that now,” he mutters to himself – and, he supposes, that voice in the back of his head. It’s true he has no real hands on experience with a tie fighter, especially an OLD one like this, but Poe’s confident in himself and his general knowledge on the ship to get himself out of here. 

Warm eyes go immediately to the fuel gauge at the mention, ‘Setting coordinates,’ he’s not typically one to be TAKING orders, but there’s no time for power struggle when he’d much rather just get off this planet in one piece.

Storm Troopers. “Well, that’s just great,” he sighs, heart pounding in his chest as he follows the voice’s instructions to the T. Suddenly, there’s power and thrust and the fighter’s in the air – just in the knick of time it would appear. “Woohoo!” he exclaims energetically though still trying to get a solid handle on the ship’s controls. ‘These things REALLY move!’ he thinks to himself as he wrangles the controls to get better steering – mostly concerned with getting UP for now, putting as much distance as possible in route to the set coordinates. 

               THE PRESENCE YIELDS to Poe’s inner sentiments, allowing the man to maneuver the tie fighter from the junkyard dust without further comment. War turns all men into soldiers, whether they fight in the front lines or endure the radiating effects galactic violence has on their homeland. But not all men are willing to take orders from a disembodied voice, although Poe’s knowledge of the Force likely makes him more amenable to its mysteries. 

               The fighter careens to one side, whirling momentarily to gather its bearings before shooting upwards. Clear blue sky thrusts up to meet them, && the spirit can feel freedom strike home somewhere in the energy between them. Its a small shock of promise that resonates back through the life of every pilot; the suggestion of open space && what the stars have in store for them. 

     You have done well, but our connection frays thin. The Force is strong in the planet you are leaving, but you must leave me behind with it. I trust you to find…

The voice begins to fade, a thread pulled too taut, leaving behind only a whisper:

               May the Force be with you, Poe Dameron. 

 
independent & private roleplay blog for anakin skywalker/darth vader of all star wars media. written by scout. || est. feb 2016.