flyboy

Poe Dameron - The Force Awakens Stills

     “You’re clear for takeoff and ready to roll!”

“"I’m sure your better than you think, though, I’ve yet to meet someone to out cook my brother Rac.” 

     “Oh, yeah? Has he ever burned water before?” he asked with a smirk, only slightly embellishing his recollection of a meal preparation gone wrong.

his statement earns him a happy whirr, but there a a part of her that recalls jakku && how he HAD left her there. it’s a part the droid chooses to consider unimportant as she bumps against him affectionately.

     “Best droid a pilot could ask for,” he murmurs instead, a smile breaking across his features. 

She scoffed, pretending to be offended for a moment as she closed in on the vehicle. “Yes, yes I do. It’s a Skywalker thing,” she teased, waiting for the hatch to open before giving him a shove forward. “You first, Flyboy. I’ll be in in a second.”

     Poe scrambled into the cockpit and got himself situated as he waited for her.

A smile crossed her features when she looked up at him, feeling a blush heat up her cheeks at his words. “Well I’m glad, I’d like to keep you around for as long as I can… If you’ll have me at least.”

     “If you’re crazy enough to want this - to want us,” he said, “then yes.”

Viera knew nurses and healers were needed. But she often felt that others could do a better job than she could in the field. She was young. Her only experience was in war. There had to be someone better qualified than her. She wondered if there were any others in her shoes. Some young pilot by some chance who didn’t feel they were adequate enough to do anything out of  the war. Or was that just something she held onto?

     “You’re good at what you do,” he offered, glancing down at his recent injury that was ensconced in a neatly wrapped bacta patch. 

”You described yourself as the best freaking pilot in the galaxy. Would Han Solo agree with that?”

“Look at that! Comfy, B?” She asked, turning to face forward again. “All right. Now what?” She asked, facing Poe with a large smile. 

     “Ready when you are, Rey.”

“I like flying for the most part, so long as I don’t look down too much or end up in a small cockpit. Claustrophobic.”

     He’d just have to find different ways to spend time with her.

Rana breathed a sigh of relief as his X-wing came into view. 

     “Little bit further,” he said reassuringly. “Everything’s gonna be fine.”

Well she certainly is that. 

“Don’t mess this up, and don’t let me mess this up.”

     “I’ll do my best,” he assured with a lopsided smirk that he quickly wiped from his face. Prisoners didn’t smile, especially ones who should have been going to meet their doom.

⛯ – “While the vote of confidence is appreciated, although you’ve never sen me actually use the force.” She smiled back at him and put a hand on his shoulder. “Don’t worry, we will beat them this time, and if we don’t, we’ll never stop fighting. That’s what really matters.”

      “They could put you on posters with quotes like that,” he joked lightly. 

“I l-like the nursing th-thing. I was a caret-taker before h-hand, but my d-duties involved th-that of a n-nurse. I-I hope th-that once this is a-all over, a m-medcenter m-might t-take me in as a n-nurse.” 

     In truth, Poe had always admired those who possessed such skills. He knew basic first aid, as did most soldiers, but there was something about the idea of being to help people like that, of being able to save lives. He wondered if it was anything like the satisfaction he took out of repairing ships and droids, though repairing living, breathing beings was a much more complex matter.

Yeah she was totally going to get chewed out by Leia for basically hitting all the buttons on the X-wing, effectively destroying a lot of things in enemy territory in her rage. You’d think that her cousin would be smart enough to know by now that if he took Poe then she was going to kill everything that got in her way.

     “Fine, fine, you’re as bad as the General, you know that?” he muttered. Stubbornness must have run in the family. It was terrible timing for an argument, and he knew that Padmé wouldn’t relent. And time wasn’t exactly on their side, so for the sake of expediting their departure, Poe figured it was in his best interest to just go along with it.

She made sure the autopilot was on before she waved for Poe to follow. “what are you in the mood for?” 

     “Ah, anything, really,” he shrugged. “Whatever you like to make.”