* CALL IT A FEELING!

AN  ORDER ?  from  someone  like  him ?  Hux  wanted  to  complain ,  wanted  to  yell  and  stand  his  point  but  a  sharp  pain  broke  through  his  thoughts ,  no  pain  in  his  arm  but  his  LEG !  General  almost  found  himself  land  on  the  cold  durasteel  floor  face  first ,  if  it  weren’t  for  FN-2187 .  He  clutched  his  fingers  into  the  fabric  of  the  others  shirt ,  leg  limp  &  throbbing  as  he  clenched  his  jaw  at  those  words .  TRAITOR !  he  wasn’t  like  the  other ,  never  would  be !  at  least ,  that  is  what  he  told  himself  but  now  he  couldn’t  do  anything  but  follow .  ❝you  will  PAY  for  this ,  FN-2187❞

                “    put  it  on  my  tab.  “   &  with  that,  he  tugs  him  away,  lugging  half  of  his  weight   towards  the  falcon  with  an  ease  coming  from  years  &  years  of  strength  training.  ignoring  the  noise  chewie  makes,  he  sends  him  off  to  co-pilot  them  out  of  here  with  a  wave  of  hand. dropping  hux  rather  carelessly  onto  one  of  the  seats,  he  moves  to  grab  one  of  the  med  kits  stashed  close  by.   “  you  might  wanna  hold  on.  “   the  only  warning  he  gives  before  the  ship  lurches  forward.

     ❛ not all skywalkers are like him,  you know.  i believe you and luke would have gotten along QUITE well. ❜ 

                “    so  i  just  got  stuck  with  the  short  end  of  the  stick  ?    “   gaze  flickers  to  look  towards  the  voice  &  back,    then  realization  sets  in,    head  snapping  back  towards  him.    “   wait---  you  knew  him  ?  what..  uh.  you’re  like ...  “    hand  motions  vaguely,   eyes  widen,  lips  parting.    “    are  you ...   you  know  ...  dead ?   “

        why do they always resist ; why do they always try to fight back against the winning odds. rebellions. resistance. HOPE. all it ever does is lead to more misery. MORE HATRED.  ❛   if i cannot find her.   ❜   grip around saber’s hilt tightens dangerously so , arm rising so that tip of blade could face the deserter.    ❛   then i will make her come to me.    ❜

               “   you  don’t  stand  a  chance  against  her,    you  know  it  too   ------don’t  you   ?   “    in  that,   finn’s  sure,  if  anyone’s  capable  of  it,   it’s  rey.  features  lit  by  crimson  glow,   lips  are  pursed  but  conviction  is  solid.   despite  his  steady  state,  plans  are  flickering  through  his  head,  he’s  always  been  a  strategist.   “    the  first  order  is  going  down.    “

ask  meme    /    accepting !!

              “    ——come on,  i went  that  wrong  of  the  way  ?    “    a  tender  smile  that  overtakes  lips,   the  touch  is  steadying  in  a  way.  the  resistance  base  is  still  daunting,  winding  paths  &  tents,  not  at  all  like  the  sterile  walk  ways  of  starkiller  base,  corridors  neatly  organized  &  here.  he’s  still  so  new,  nothing  yet  totally  committed  to  memory  despite  how  quick  he  is  to  learn.  occasionally  he  still  gets  turned  around,  from  the  palm  now  resting  on  his  lower  back—  he  can  only  assume  that’s  the  case  again.   “   would  some  signs  really  hurt   ??    “

Finn Ren

NOT  ANYMORE !  Traitor  was  right .  He  left  long  ago ,  left  behind  First  Order  &  everything  they  worked  for .  Why  should  he  take  Orders  then ?  for  a  moment ,  Hux  prepared  for  a  shot !  prepared  for  the  sharp  pain  that  would  come  from  blaster  but  nothing  like  that  came .  Instead ,  proposal ?  suggestion ?  no ,  this ,  THIS  felt  like  an  order  from  defected  Stormtrooper .  ❝what  are  you  saying ?❞  there  was  no  time  for  discussions  but  Hux ,  he  could  not  leave  behind  EVERYTHING  he  worked  for .  This  was  his  life ,  this  was  what  he  poured  his  blood ,  sweat  &  tears  into .  ❝you  ask  me  to  leave  behind  my  CREATION ?  are  you  a  fool ?❞  wasn’t  he  one  too ?  betraying ,  leaking  information  of  what  he  said  he  loved  so  much ?  ❝just  shoot  me  and  LEAVE❞

                 “    i  wasn’t  asking,  it  was  an  order.  go.    “    a  jab  of  blaster,  there’s  no  hesitation,  it’s  simply  an  opportunity   ---  one  that  he  will  not  let  slip  past  his  fingertips.    they’re  both  aware  of  how  capable  he  is   ;   for  all  his  compassion,  he  won’t  miss  a  beat  bringing  hux  by  force.  voice  is  low,  jaw  set.      “    you  know  damn  well  they’ll  connect  the  dots,  you’re  a  traitor  now  too.   “    with  that,  the  triggers  pulled  but  not  aimed  for  his  arm,  no  this  is  a  calculated  shot  to  his  leg.  finn’s  arm  moves  to  steady  him,  confident  he  didn’t  miss  his  mark  &  instead  shifting  hux’s  body  weight  to  half  carry  him.   “   i  tried  to  do  it  the  easy  way,   this  is  on  you  !    “

       crown slowly begins to crane off to one side , lids narrowing beneath mask.   ❛   your name doesn’t MATTER to me.    ❜     followed by that harrowing BUZZ of lightsaber firing up to life.     ❛   i’ll only ask once more. WHERE. IS THE GIRL.    ❜ 

                indisputable  fear  &  anger  all  the  same  coil  in  his  stomach,  he  knows  damn  well  he’s  no  match  for  the  other  but  he’s  absolutely  prepared  to  die  trying.  if  there  was  ever  a  worthy  cause  in  his  life,  this  is  it.   “    it  doesn’t  matter,   you  won’t  find  her.   “    i  won’t  tell  you.

     “ Not really sure…smells decent though. ” not the best thing to say, but an honest thing to say. He makes his way over, handing over the food and all but falling into the seat cleared for him. He sighs, slumping his weight further into the cushioned leather. “ Sorry about earlier… ” Poe is more then aware of his mood swings, or how poorly he reacts to certain situations. And yet despite knowing he still can’t seem to help himself. He was trying to be better about it, in the least, trying to apologize and admit his wrongs. Even if it meant stepping away to calm down first. In all honesty it hadn’t been anyone on board that had upset him. More that he’d felt his abilities as a pilot had faltered, getting the falcon damaged and managing to get them stranded in the middle of no where. 

ever the optimist. her features are worn, exhausted from recent events but she keeps going. it’s the only thing she can do to distract herself from it all.  ‘ i’ve… been better. i’m tired but i need to keep working. it helps. ‘   warm smile tugs at rosy lips yet even rey can’t hide her weariness from finn though she doesn’t want him to worry about her anymore than he already does. the general has enough on his plate as is.  ‘ how are you doing, finn ? ‘

             sympathetic  incline  of  his  head,  fondness  etched  upon  features.   “   you  can  talk  to  me  if  you  need  anything.  ---you  know,   i’ve  been  told  i’m  a  pretty  great  listener  &  all.    “    voice  lowered  as  if  it’s  a  secret,   he  softens,   a  deep  breath  in  taken  &  lips  pursing.    “   i’ll  be  better  when  this  is  all  over  with.   “   if  it  ever  is,   perhaps  that’s  what  he  fears  the  most  /  no  one  can  fight  forever  &  he’s  been  fighting  all  his  life.

       ❛   FN 2187. traitor. deterrent. nuisance                ———-               WHERE IS THE GIRL ?    ❜ 

             “     that  isn’t  my  name.    “     conviction,   jaw  set    /   unmistakable  determination  glinting  in  his  gaze.      “    -----you’re  not  going  anywhere  near  her.    “

     They had been out at sea for awhile now, sea being the dead of space. Engine damaged by some aggressive natives leaving them stalled. S.O.S transmission having already been sent to base with a response, it would just take time for aid to reach The Falcon. Leaving those on board stir crazy in close quarters. And Poe’s fowl mood wasn’t helping. Poe having distanced himself, giving himself time to calm down. Once he had, he’d get some portions whipped up, hunting down Finn with a plate of questionably edible substances. 

“ Hey. ” 

He lingers at a distance, knowing his mood from earlier had left everyone rather annoyed with him. Which was warranted and deserved. He’d been an ass, but what was new? “ Hungry? ” he holds the plate up slightly, as if to be offering it.

               noticing  the  mood  shift  immediately,  he  chose  to  leave  him  alone  despite  the  cramped  corridors,  busying  himself  with  trying  to  understand  chewbacca  more  &  possibly,  in  the  process.  deeply  offending  his  family  in  shyriiwook.  now  he  simply  sat,  dozing  off  with  arms  crossed  against  his  chest  &  legs  spread  out  on  the  padded  seat.  

❝SHOOT  ME !❞  a  request ?  an  order !  General  Hux  stood  there  upon  the  ship  he  was  so  sure  he  built .  The  ship  he  put  all  his  heart  &  soul  into  his  work ,  his  passion ,  his  visions .  Tapped  his  arm ,  back  straightened  as  he  looked  into  the  eyes  of  the  man ,  the  STORMTROOPER  that  defected  from  the  First  Order ,  FN-2187 ,  TRAITOR !  but  was  he  better  than  him ?  ❝shoot  my  arm , quickly❞    

              “  i  don’t  take  orders  from  you  anymore.  “    clipped,  a  side  of  him  few  see,   his  blaster,  although  pointed  is  moved  to  press  against  his  side.  it’s  entirely  accurate,  grip  sharp  &  precise  comes  to  clamp  on  his  bicep.   “    no,  you’re  coming  with  us.  ------there’s  no  way  ren  doesn’t  notice  how  cleanly  those  stormtroopers  were  taken  down.  you  really  want  him  to  lose  ?   this  is  how.    “

@eightseven·

𝐓𝐇𝐄          𝐖𝐀𝐑          𝐈𝐒          𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘          𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑          !          arms  remain  latched  over  his  neck          ,          her  chin  resting  on  his shoulder  as  she  remains  pressed  to  him          .          𝚃𝙾𝚄𝙲𝙷          𝙵𝙰𝙼𝙸𝙻𝙸𝙰𝚁          ,          𝙰𝙻𝙼𝙾𝚂𝚃          𝙽𝙴𝙴𝙳𝙴𝙳          .          ❝          now  where  do  we  go  from  here          ?          ❞

              arms  wrapped  securely  around  her,    relief’s  immeasurable,  the  war  he’d  been  fighting  all  his  life  had  come  to  an  end.   rey  was  safe,  poe  was  safe,  chewie  was  safe,  they  were  going  to  be  fine  as  long  as  they  had  one  another  (   that  much,   he  had  always  been  confident  in.   )    “    rebuild,   there’s  more  good  people  out  there  that  want  to  help,  others  that  still  need  our  help  after  what  the  first  order  put  them  through.   “