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. ]
[ Akobi does the mental math. Poe was born 2 years after TK-622's last memories, which came a day after Akobi's own. 6 years on from that, and... The Empire has 8 years left in it.
Akobi nods again. Chewing on his bottom lip as he factors that new truth into his understanding of his place in the universe. This ceasefire that's been put in place, between the Rebels and whatever Imperial remnants exist on this world... It's because the Imperials are fighting a battle that's already been lost. It's not just the DS-1. Rebels will tear down the entire institution that Akobi has dedicated his life to.
They will win, using the underhanded and violent tactics they employed on Ralltiir.
Akobi doesn't want to accept that, but if everything 622 has told him about the way this world works is true, he has no choice but to. ]
Alright. That's fine. That's... Okay. Fine. What next? Where does the... What was it, the "First Order?" Where do they fit in?
[ It wasn't fine. It was obviously not fine, and Poe found himself actually feeling sorry he had to deliver that information.
He wasn't sorry for the loss of the Empire. He couldn't be.
But he could be sorry for Akobi and for 622 losing their way of life. Their homes.
He could feel sorry for that. ]
Well - slightly long story. In the final weeks of the Galactic Civil War, some of the Imperial forces fled - out into the Unknown Regions. I think the idea had been to regroup, strike back, but. Didn't happen.
Instead, they met something else, out there.
[ His frown deepened. ]
Someone else. A man - a being, anyway - named Snoke. Honestly I don't even know what he is, or why, but he took the wisps of Imperial Forces and turned them into his own private army. They call him the Supreme Leader. Hux - the man who told 622 he was the emperor? - he's one of his Generals. Built weapons for him. Big ones.
They might have some of the same genes that made the Empire, but... they aren't the same thing. [ He paused, looking conflicted. How much more should he even say?
In the end, he had to continue. He couldn't meet Akobi's eyes while he spoke, but that wasn't because of Akobi. ]
... We went to war with them. A day before I got ported here. When they destroyed the entire Hosnian system. Billions of Civilians. The entire senate. Almost the entire fleet.
[ Poe had been here for over a year, and he still wasn't over it. Could barely spend ten minutes thinking about it. It was too great a loss for him to process. ]
[ Sure, the Empire had been built around the Emperor but it was about more than that. It was about order and stability in the galaxy. Yes, the DS-1 had been built to destroy planets, but that was only because of the escalation of war. That was never the opening shot. ]
The whole system? I can't-- [ He sighs, rubbing at his face. ] No, I can believe it. I don't like it, but I can believe it. You take the worst the Empire has to offer, give them a new figure to unite around, and they would go and wreak such destruction.
[ That wasn't his Empire. That wasn't what he fought for. What he joined for. What he died for. ]
I'm sorry they twisted things in such a way. I don't... I can't offer anything for that. But I'm sorry.
[ He still couldn't look at Akobi, didn't know what to say. He relaxed, a little, but this wasn't a topic he wanted to dwell on. ]
They'll pay for it. [ There was a dark surety to his voice. Like a solemn vow. ] Soon as I'm back home, it's back to the war.
[ He ducked his head, brow furrowing as they walked. ]
But not here. There's no point, here. As much as he deserves -- there's no justice to be found. Just a never ending cycle of violence, if we let it start up again. So I-- I appreciate the sentiment, but you can kind of see why the future just--
It's not happy for anyone. There isn't a single person from the past that would be happy to hear about all of it.
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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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Yeah. They were.
The Empire was gone, by the time I was 6. When I joined up, it was into the New Republic Fleet.
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Akobi nods again. Chewing on his bottom lip as he factors that new truth into his understanding of his place in the universe. This ceasefire that's been put in place, between the Rebels and whatever Imperial remnants exist on this world... It's because the Imperials are fighting a battle that's already been lost. It's not just the DS-1. Rebels will tear down the entire institution that Akobi has dedicated his life to.
They will win, using the underhanded and violent tactics they employed on Ralltiir.
Akobi doesn't want to accept that, but if everything 622 has told him about the way this world works is true, he has no choice but to. ]
Alright. That's fine. That's... Okay. Fine. What next? Where does the... What was it, the "First Order?" Where do they fit in?
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He wasn't sorry for the loss of the Empire. He couldn't be.
But he could be sorry for Akobi and for 622 losing their way of life. Their homes.
He could feel sorry for that. ]
Well - slightly long story. In the final weeks of the Galactic Civil War, some of the Imperial forces fled - out into the Unknown Regions. I think the idea had been to regroup, strike back, but. Didn't happen.
Instead, they met something else, out there.
[ His frown deepened. ]
Someone else. A man - a being, anyway - named Snoke. Honestly I don't even know what he is, or why, but he took the wisps of Imperial Forces and turned them into his own private army. They call him the Supreme Leader. Hux - the man who told 622 he was the emperor? - he's one of his Generals. Built weapons for him. Big ones.
They might have some of the same genes that made the Empire, but... they aren't the same thing. [ He paused, looking conflicted. How much more should he even say?
In the end, he had to continue. He couldn't meet Akobi's eyes while he spoke, but that wasn't because of Akobi. ]
... We went to war with them. A day before I got ported here. When they destroyed the entire Hosnian system. Billions of Civilians. The entire senate. Almost the entire fleet.
[ Poe had been here for over a year, and he still wasn't over it. Could barely spend ten minutes thinking about it. It was too great a loss for him to process. ]
They aren't - it's not the same.
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[ Sure, the Empire had been built around the Emperor but it was about more than that. It was about order and stability in the galaxy. Yes, the DS-1 had been built to destroy planets, but that was only because of the escalation of war. That was never the opening shot. ]
The whole system? I can't-- [ He sighs, rubbing at his face. ] No, I can believe it. I don't like it, but I can believe it. You take the worst the Empire has to offer, give them a new figure to unite around, and they would go and wreak such destruction.
[ That wasn't his Empire. That wasn't what he fought for. What he joined for. What he died for. ]
I'm sorry they twisted things in such a way. I don't... I can't offer anything for that. But I'm sorry.
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They'll pay for it. [ There was a dark surety to his voice. Like a solemn vow. ] Soon as I'm back home, it's back to the war.
[ He ducked his head, brow furrowing as they walked. ]
But not here. There's no point, here. As much as he deserves -- there's no justice to be found. Just a never ending cycle of violence, if we let it start up again. So I-- I appreciate the sentiment, but you can kind of see why the future just--
It's not happy for anyone. There isn't a single person from the past that would be happy to hear about all of it.
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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!