[ Though, now that he's been told he might not want to hear about it, he's more determined than ever to learn all he can about this future he won't live to see. ]
Fine, then. If we're not going to talk about the future, we can talk about the present. This planet. I'm still getting used to the facts of it which seem impossible but somehow aren't.
What can you tell me about these powers we've been given? How inconvenient/useful are they?
[ Blaster dodged, at least for now. He had no doubt in his mind it was going to come up again, but the longer he could delay that conversation the better. ]
Well, I can tell you that as far as I can tell, it's no where near our galaxy. I'm not sure our galaxy even exists, in this universe. There's also no other habited planets or systems, and humans are the only native intelligent species, which weirds me the hell out. They've got some space faring tech but it's extremely limited.
Your powers are completely separate and force only knows how or why we have them - we just do. Everyone has a different set, and they vary wildly.
Me, I can fly anything. Literally anything. It was true in the metaphorical sense back home but it's literal, here. I also have BB-8. [ He left out the TMI Zone power. He hadn't made sense of it yet anyway. ]
I can tell you that they don't necessarily stay the same. I've had my powers change twice, since my original arrival here. You port out, come back, and sometimes have a new set.
Some of them just feel like they are meant to drive you crazy.
I wish I had something more comforting to say about it, but the truth is we live like fireflies here.
Best to just take advantage of what you can, when you can.
There are people here that come from places where powers like this are a lot more normal - if you're having trouble with yours, there are people that can help.
Half the time they come back and don't even remember you, and the other half of the time they never come back at all. [ He deleted that part before he sent it. Too much information, not helpful. Force. Was he that jaded? ]
All I meant was, it's best not to think about how long things might last or are going to last and just take it as it comes. That's all.
Yeah, let me see.
Charles was the one who helped me, but he disappeared months ago. I have no idea what happened to his school, but that's what they did there. Skeets would know - Skeets basically knows everything. Can I ask what type of power? That might help narrow it down.
Or if they remember anything when they come back. Honestly, that's the worst part about it.
No apologies required. And yeah. He's told me. Honestly, it's... pretty common. Most of the people I live with are in the same position.
But any extra time is extra time, right?
I have no idea what 'loyalty empowerment' would mean, but I will say that the Porter really love it's cruel jokes of a power. I just got a new one that I don't know how in the hell it's supposed to work, too, but I don't know anyone who has anything like it, either.
Sometimes they're just very... dumb. One of my first ones was 'eternal sexy bedhead' to give you an idea.
So this porter messes with time, it messes with our bodies, and now it's messing with our memories too? I like it less and less the more I hear about it.
But you're right. Any second chance is a chance worth taking.
Not knowing what you look like I can only assume 'eternal sexy bedhead' was a choice the porter deemed somehow fitting.
But doing anything to it means risking my friends - risking their chances at having another life. So, yeah. It sucks, everyone hates it, but it's better than nothing.
It's been made clear to me that I'm not exactly hard on the eyes, no. But you can decide that for yourself in person, if you want.
Okay, great. You're only a few doors down from 622, that's good.
I'll be there.
Armitage Hux.
Yeah.
Yeah, I know a lot about him.
He's not even imperial. His father was, but he's part of a group called the First Order.
Don't get involved with him. That's the best advice I can give.
If you want to know more I can tell you in person. Anything you ask, I'll answer. But I'll just warn you again that learning about the future isn't likely to make you happy. I won't keep anything from you if you really want to know it, but...
[ Because as unhappy as it may make him, he needs to know. Both for his own sake, and to learn what impact this Hux fellow had on 622 before he arrived. ]
[ He was, in fact, ten minutes early - landing just outside Akobi's door on his carpet. He'd taken a while to chose what he was wearing, but he ended up going fairly simply. A dark brown leather jacket, unadorned; a cream shirt; and tight black skinny jeans. It was about as neutral as he could manage while still obviously not reflecting any kind of imperial uniform.
He'd let BB-8 off a block away, so that the droid could stay within the kilometre radius he needed to be active, but not actually be present. He wasn't sure how the man would react to the droid so... best to start slowly. He waited a few minutes, and then gave a brisk knock. ]
[ Akobi opted for the dark leather jacket look himself, when he opens the door a moment later. It would seem he's opted to relax a little and treat this second chance at life like an extended shore leave. ]
Poe Dameron, I take it. [ He reaches out to shake Poe's hand, smile friendly but still with a formal edge. ] Jeroen Akobi. Pleasure to meet you.
[ He's been briefed on the ceasefire, and until he determines Poe's role in the whole scheme of things-- aside from being 622's friend-- he think's it's probably better to avoid ranks and titles for now. ]
Likewise. [ He steps out onto the stoop, closing and locking the door behind him and tucking his keys into his jacket pocket. ]
Let's go grab some of that coffee. On the way, you can tell me a little bit more about yourself. You said you're from the Yavin system?
[ He slipped his hands into his pockets, waiting for Alobi to lock the door and then falling into step with him as they headed down the street. ]
Yeah. Yavin IV. Honestly there wasn't much there other than me and my granddad - then my parents when uh - when they retired. [ The hesitation was obvious. He didn't really want to open their relationship with what his parents had retired from. He had absolutely no doubt it was probably going to come out fairly quickly, but - well - he was nervous. He needed this to work. If Akobi decided to tell 622 not to see him again...
... He's not so sure that 622 would disobey. Best avoided. ]
Mom was a pilot. She taught me to fly, and that was it. Never wanted to do anything else. So I'm lucky that I managed to convince them here that it was worth taking me on to keep doing it. What about you?
So you were born into it. [ He can tell from Poe's hesitation to talk about his parents that that line of conversation will lead into this knowledge of the future which will somehow make him unhappy. He files that conclusion away, to be pulled up later. ] What is it you fly?
[ He gives a curious look to Poe's carpet, rolled up under his arm, not sure why exactly he's carrying a carpet around with him, but... Maybe that's Yavin custom? He's never been, he couldn't say. Or some strange Earth tradition he doesn't know about yet. ]
Grew up on Ralltiir. Much less remote than Yavin IV. Joined the academy as soon as I was old enough. Worked my way up the ranks until I was an officer.
Learned on my mom's A-Wing, but I've flown a lot of things over my career. [ He was careful to keep his voice even, because he knew he wasn't listing off models that the Empire tended to use. ] Mostly X-Wings, lately.
Well, I say lately, but. I've been here over a year, now. Here I fly F-22s, F-16's, B-2's - and anything that I can sit my ass on. [ He gestured vaguely with the carpet. ]
I know Ralltiir. Not super well, to be honest, but we used to fly past it on patrols fairly often, and I think I spent a whole 42 hours that I really don't remember well learning about Ralltiirian Ale. But yeah. I'm military too. Same thing - right as soon as I was old enough.
[ Akobi goes quiet. He gives a slow nod. ] Your parents were Rebels. [ A simple statement of fact. No judgement behind it, not any that's spoken, anyway. They walk in silence for half a block as Akobi processes that new information.
What was the son of Rebels doing joining the military? What was the military doing flying X-Wings? Unless it wasn't the Imperial military. ]
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[ Though, now that he's been told he might not want to hear about it, he's more determined than ever to learn all he can about this future he won't live to see. ]
Fine, then. If we're not going to talk about the future, we can talk about the present. This planet. I'm still getting used to the facts of it which seem impossible but somehow aren't.
What can you tell me about these powers we've been given? How inconvenient/useful are they?
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Well, I can tell you that as far as I can tell, it's no where near our galaxy. I'm not sure our galaxy even exists, in this universe. There's also no other habited planets or systems, and humans are the only native intelligent species, which weirds me the hell out. They've got some space faring tech but it's extremely limited.
Your powers are completely separate and force only knows how or why we have them - we just do. Everyone has a different set, and they vary wildly.
Me, I can fly anything. Literally anything. It was true in the metaphorical sense back home but it's literal, here. I also have BB-8. [ He left out the TMI Zone power. He hadn't made sense of it yet anyway. ]
I can tell you that they don't necessarily stay the same. I've had my powers change twice, since my original arrival here. You port out, come back, and sometimes have a new set.
Some of them just feel like they are meant to drive you crazy.
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- pro-alien sentiment
- use of "force only knows"
- bragging about his ability to fly
The latter isn't so unusual, among the pilots Akobi has known. He had mainly worked with ground troops, but pilots were known to be hot headed. ]
I think I get the feeling. At least they don't seem to be permanent. If anything that happens here can be considered permanent.
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I wish I had something more comforting to say about it, but the truth is we live like fireflies here.
Best to just take advantage of what you can, when you can.
There are people here that come from places where powers like this are a lot more normal - if you're having trouble with yours, there are people that can help.
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Do you have names for any of these people? I could definitely use some insight.
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Sorry. Just lost a lot of people, here.
Half the time they come back and don't even remember you, and the other half of the time they never come back at all.[ He deleted that part before he sent it. Too much information, not helpful. Force. Was he that jaded? ]All I meant was, it's best not to think about how long things might last or are going to last and just take it as it comes. That's all.
Yeah, let me see.
Charles was the one who helped me, but he disappeared months ago. I have no idea what happened to his school, but that's what they did there. Skeets would know - Skeets basically knows everything. Can I ask what type of power? That might help narrow it down.
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My apologies. I didn't mean to presume my situation applied to you. I assume TK-622 has told you about my fate already.
There's two in my file. "Loyalty Empowerment" is the most useful-sounding one. The other one just seems like a cruel joke.
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No apologies required. And yeah. He's told me. Honestly, it's... pretty common. Most of the people I live with are in the same position.
But any extra time is extra time, right?
I have no idea what 'loyalty empowerment' would mean, but I will say that the Porter really love it's cruel jokes of a power. I just got a new one that I don't know how in the hell it's supposed to work, too, but I don't know anyone who has anything like it, either.
Sometimes they're just very... dumb. One of my first ones was 'eternal sexy bedhead' to give you an idea.
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But you're right. Any second chance is a chance worth taking.
Not knowing what you look like I can only assume 'eternal sexy bedhead' was a choice the porter deemed somehow fitting.
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But doing anything to it means risking my friends - risking their chances at having another life. So, yeah. It sucks, everyone hates it, but it's better than nothing.
It's been made clear to me that I'm not exactly hard on the eyes, no. But you can decide that for yourself in person, if you want.
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Are you flirting with me, Mr. Dameron?
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...... Shit. Was he?
Fuck, he kind of was. Dammit, Dameron. ]
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No. Sorry, force of habit. You know, pilots.
I'm actually622 is kind ofthat's something i should probably talk to you aboutI just meant in a totally friendly way, with absolutely no implications beyond that, that maybe we should meet in person.
There's probably a few things we should talk about, anyway, and text is only good for so much.
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[ Something tells him that wasn't the whole of it, and that Poe was just flirty by nature, pilot or not. But he raises a good point. ]
I'd be willing to meet with you. More friends in a strange place can't be a bad thing to have.
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Alright, great. Tomorrow morning?
They've got something called coffee, here, which if you kind of squint a little is almost exactly like caf. We can get a cup.
What city did you get stationed in?
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I've tried it. It's not bad black.
De Chima. Number 007. You can pick me up at 0800.
[ Which reminds him... ]
How much do you know about this "impostor" 622 mentioned? The one who was posing as a successor to the Emperor?
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I'll be there.
Armitage Hux.
Yeah.
Yeah, I know a lot about him.
He's not even imperial. His father was, but he's part of a group called the First Order.
Don't get involved with him. That's the best advice I can give.
If you want to know more I can tell you in person. Anything you ask, I'll answer. But I'll just warn you again that learning about the future isn't likely to make you happy. I won't keep anything from you if you really want to know it, but...
Just be sure you want to know it.
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[ Because as unhappy as it may make him, he needs to know. Both for his own sake, and to learn what impact this Hux fellow had on 622 before he arrived. ]
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[ He was, in fact, ten minutes early - landing just outside Akobi's door on his carpet. He'd taken a while to chose what he was wearing, but he ended up going fairly simply. A dark brown leather jacket, unadorned; a cream shirt; and tight black skinny jeans. It was about as neutral as he could manage while still obviously not reflecting any kind of imperial uniform.
He'd let BB-8 off a block away, so that the droid could stay within the kilometre radius he needed to be active, but not actually be present. He wasn't sure how the man would react to the droid so... best to start slowly. He waited a few minutes, and then gave a brisk knock. ]
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Poe Dameron, I take it. [ He reaches out to shake Poe's hand, smile friendly but still with a formal edge. ] Jeroen Akobi. Pleasure to meet you.
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That's me. You can call me Poe or Dameron - I answer to either. It's good to finally meet you.
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Likewise. [ He steps out onto the stoop, closing and locking the door behind him and tucking his keys into his jacket pocket. ]
Let's go grab some of that coffee. On the way, you can tell me a little bit more about yourself. You said you're from the Yavin system?
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Yeah. Yavin IV. Honestly there wasn't much there other than me and my granddad - then my parents when uh - when they retired. [ The hesitation was obvious. He didn't really want to open their relationship with what his parents had retired from. He had absolutely no doubt it was probably going to come out fairly quickly, but - well - he was nervous. He needed this to work. If Akobi decided to tell 622 not to see him again...
... He's not so sure that 622 would disobey. Best avoided. ]
Mom was a pilot. She taught me to fly, and that was it. Never wanted to do anything else. So I'm lucky that I managed to convince them here that it was worth taking me on to keep doing it. What about you?
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[ He gives a curious look to Poe's carpet, rolled up under his arm, not sure why exactly he's carrying a carpet around with him, but... Maybe that's Yavin custom? He's never been, he couldn't say. Or some strange Earth tradition he doesn't know about yet. ]
Grew up on Ralltiir. Much less remote than Yavin IV. Joined the academy as soon as I was old enough. Worked my way up the ranks until I was an officer.
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Well, I say lately, but. I've been here over a year, now. Here I fly F-22s, F-16's, B-2's - and anything that I can sit my ass on. [ He gestured vaguely with the carpet. ]
I know Ralltiir. Not super well, to be honest, but we used to fly past it on patrols fairly often, and I think I spent a whole 42 hours that I really don't remember well learning about Ralltiirian Ale. But yeah. I'm military too. Same thing - right as soon as I was old enough.
[ Just not the same military. ]
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What was the son of Rebels doing joining the military? What was the military doing flying X-Wings? Unless it wasn't the Imperial military. ]
I think I need to hear about that future now.
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apparently i half wrote this tag on my phone six hours ago and thought i sent it
UGH the worst
me, excitedly waiting for a tag, like an idiot
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i can show you the world
they're space latino, not space arabic
look if the carpet fits
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think we can wrap up?
sure!