#gotakick

       Alright, so she still wan’t great at talking to people. But he wasn’t just a person. The bar was crowded, remnants of a party or maybe it was just that it was a Friday night. And through the crowd she could see him, leaning against the bar talking to a million people as if it was easy as breathing. She knew what his voice sounded like, she knew the feel of his hands. He had no idea who she was. That was going to change tonight. Sure, she’d said that every night for the past two weeks, but she was determined it was going to be tonight. 

       She waited for an opening, and she didn’t exactly think about what she was going to say before she got there. Which resulted in her blurting, “I can see your future.” Smooth.

         she’d heard. of course she’d heard. the first place the new republic had looked for their wayward commander was yavin 4, and she’d politely told them she hadn’t seen her son, but would be in touch if he showed up. of course she wouldn’t. seeing his x-wing touch down, she stood on the landing pad with her arms crossed. 

        ‘ are you expecting me to be angry? ‘

go dameron

        “Good luck with that.” Usually, she minds her own business. After all, not much business around here is worth getting into. However, this guy was obviously new to the area. Which was weird itself because no one came to Jakku by choice. “They aren’t going to help you unless you have something to trade.”

“well i couldn’t know that, you know?” 

finn is glaring at an astromech in particular. an orange astromech. really, truly glaring. finn’s nose is even scrunched. he does not like this. no, he doesn’t. he’s never liked not understanding something, and here is he, not understanding a single word. 

         he’d been acting odd ever since he’d gotten back. distant, detached, uninterested. they’d written it off as him recovering from his capture. it wasn’t until he actually kicked bb8 that they’d realized something really was wrong. and when they’d confronted him-- he’d tried to shoot snap. there it was. poe wasn’t poe, not the poe they knew. and so he was detained, taken to a cell until they could figure out how to undo whatever had been done. she’d asked to see him, so many times now, but they kept telling her it was too dangerous. well, danger or not, she had to try. which was why it was now two in the morning, the guard distracted with coffee, and taza standing in front of the translucent barrier that made up his cell. 

           ‘ poe? do you remember me? ‘