STAR WARS: possible spoiler warning

[avali]

STAR WARS CALL OUT POST:
STEP 1: pick a muse
STEP 2: leave a comment with their name in the subject line, pictures, words or all of the above
STEP 3: profit

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[scrounging]

Oh. Thank you.

[It's-- a strange, pleasant gesture. She's never had anyone offer her a jacket, to do a snap for her, do anything more than pass her a brush to scrub scrap with. But that makes sense. That's just Jakku. There are other systems and other planets where the people are gentler, where it doesn't cost a microvalve and a mostly working binary motivator to earn a half ration.

And then his elbow throws off the same course switches and she hisses, bats his hand and his elbow and his whole arm away with-:] Watch it!

[She hastily corrects what he's knocked out of place.]

Honestly, what do they even teach you in the Resistance? [How to aim and fire, apparently. He's a good shot even if he doesn't know how to sit in a cockpit.]

[reconditioning]

[Thoroughly swatted for his transgression, 2187 scrubs diligently at his own elbow, using it as an excuse to keep from giving an answer right away. Mostly because for all the vids they watched, all the speeches Hux gave-- he didn't really know the Resistance. Or much of anything else, for that matter.

They said people starved for the Republic's depravity while Phasma demanded that they mow down striking workers, they promised order and change and a better life, but they stole children to do it, and he watched, uselessly, as Slip just...died. For nothing. For less than nothing. And in the face of all that? There was Poe.

He picks at the leather with his fingertips, the gesture already running out of steam.] Oh you know, most of it's pretty classified stuff.

[Which, if they were talking about the First Order, would actually be true.] Besides, I always did most of the teaching. Cadets needed somebody standing around watching their backs, making sure they don't slip up and get themselves killed.