#orderresisted

The compound is getting them all together. Poe’s heard talk that there’s an attack going on. That they’re being brought together so they can either be executed or put onto ships for an evacuation. The First Order doesn’t want to lose their precious prisoners. Poe sits with some of the others in the main mess hall wondering just what the hell is happening. There’s not enough people out there to be staging a rescue like this. And yet the storm troopers guarding them seem to be getting less and less as they move to try and secure the base.

Everyone goes silent as the sounds of blaster fire sounds from outside. They remain sat at the tables with their eyes on the durasteel. The doors slam open and everyone, Poe included, stares as the room seems to fill with resistance fighters. But his eyes are drawn to a face he hasn’t seen in five years.

“Yeah, okay, I know, but listen---I don’t have two lightsabers, alright?”

Finn’s a grown man and he doesn’t deserve to practice with training sticks, but Adiri has only one, she’s not sharing, and Rey’s gone off on her own mission, so where does that leave them?

Adiri left Luke’s Order for a reason. Teaching didn’t suit her. Okay, it wasn’t that it didn’t suit her, it was that those younglings looked at her like a hero of great morals when she’d been raised in war zones all her life. It didn’t make sense to be a Jedi, at least not the way it was shaping to be. Then the galaxy fell apart and Adiri barely knew how to live at all, until eventually, something found her again.

Kriffing Force.

So here she is--the Sith Eternal defeated, the First Order demolished, and.....with a---

Okay, Adiri is not going to call him a Padawan.

She’s only once before spoken with someone who was unconscious. The last time had been many years ago, and the man she’d spoken to had been so close to the brink of death that Siri had been half certain that he had only felt her presence because of how closely he had balanced on the edge separating the Living from the Dead within the Force. 

Finn isn’t that near death. She can feel the Force within him, surrounding him, and she’s sure it will continue protecting him. It can help him heal, if he lets it; if he knows how. The Force isn’t bacta, his injuries need that, too, but the Force is strong, and she can feel it strongly in him, this young man who chose to stand against the regime that had tried so hard to lock him into their path of darkness and warmongering. Who chose to stand against a man who had been trained in the ways of the Force, and done so using a weapon he’d had no training on himself. Siri finds herself deeply impressed by him, and it’s what urges her to try to speak with him. 

       @orderresisted​

  A cave-in. During a firefight. Because Finn has always been so incredibly lucky. He glares at the only other person in the darkened cave, the gleaming white armour giving him unpleasant, violent flashbacks. He places his hand on his hip holster, chin tilted in defiance. The situation sucks, but Finn’s not going to die here on this day. Not if he can help it. ❝ Come near me && I’ll shoot. ❞&& with that, he shines his torch towards the cave floor litter. The planet is approaching nightfall && the temperature will only drop more. Fire. He needs to build a fire. With only damp leaves and a few large rocks, he’s not holding out much hope for a roaring one.

He draws his blaster at the first sign of moment from the ‘Trooper, generous mouth drawn in a grim, thin line. ❝ Don’t test me, 2437. 

Getting separated from his unit was not apart of his plans. Much like everything else that had been plaguing him. When the dust had settled the trooper found himself staring down an enemy. An enemy that used to be apart of his unit. 

The traitor..

This disgusting waste of a soldier. He was a testament to his own failure. Now reduced to running from the First Order like vermin. He didn’t deserve to be left breathing. It was his duty to put him down. The trooper took a step only to be warned. He rose his weapon as well. 

He needed to fire. 

A pressure crept into his chest and his finger wavered on the trigger. 

Don’t.

FN-2437 tried not to panic. This was not the time to be distracted. He needed to stay focused, but the feeling kept edging him on. The feeling infuriated him. He wasn’t supposed to be having second thoughts. He wasn’t ALLOWED to have second thoughts. He should have felt NOTHING for him and even the fact that he was ANGRY about it made it worse. 

As the intensity increased he moved his weapon very slowly downward.  “Easy...FN-2187” He cautioned. Now unsure what to say to him with his thoughts racing in a million directions. “It doesn’t have to end this way.” The alternator from his helmet announced between them. 

tamas vc: HmmmMM?

  you should know that all of rogue squadron can be...

sardonic smartass?

Angst starters @orderresisted​

** ~ It had been quite a while at this point since the BB-unit and Finn would have        gotten this altercation started… but he hadn’t quite forgotten yet. Or forgave.

        Perhaps that’s to be considered childish and immature, especially for a droid.         But it was all the same.. he was persistent.

     “  Wrii-wooo-bwoop Brr-boop-wiioo brr-boop ! “

[You had me believing that Poe was dead!]

       Not only that..

     “  Wrrioo-bwooo briii-bwooop beep ! “