STAR WARS: possible spoiler warning

[avali]

STAR WARS CALL OUT POST:
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[flightforfreedom]

He manages to avoid being smacked by Finn's face by pulling back quickly, with a bemused look.

"That's the arming sequence," He said as if he had not just armed torpedoes in the middle of a Resistance base, with dozens of bystanders. He lets Finn believe it for a couple of seconds before giving him a lopsided smile. "Haven't actually loaded up any torpedoes, since the last run, so there's nothing to arm, but that's what you'd hear, anyway."

He couldn't help himself, and rubbed a hand over Finn's short cropped hair. He wasn't much of a flight instructor - preferred to do the flying rather than teaching someone else to - but Finn was an exception. And this was better than just hovering over the ex-stormtrooper while he recovered. Having Finn up and about was a massive relief, even if Rey hadn't returned yet.

Sure, there were simulations for this kind of thing, but this was more fun.

"Right, so once they arm, the targeting computer pops up," he said as it did so, sliding into place. "If it's a large target, don't bother, it just gets in the way. But if you need pin point precision, as long as your droid knows what you need to hit, it'll feed in the targeting for you. Isn't that right, BB-8?"

The droid whistled happily from behind them.

[reconditioning]

"You--" He's somewhere between bewildered and indignant, just before he realizes that his guard is the butt of the joke. Eases off with a groan, and instead of turning back towards the paneling up front in one smooth gesture, knocks his head back so that it's pressed right into Poe's chest. Exhales once, eyes shut.

Doesn't open his eyes again before muttering, pointedly, "Yup. Got it. Targeting computer does what you need it to."

Worst student of the year: Finn by a landslide.

[flightforfreedom]

Poe grins as the weight of Finn's head presses against his chest and he raises a hand to ruffle his hair fondly.

"You're doing fine," He assures him - the sentiment not needing to be voiced for Poe to feel it. "Just let me know if you'd rather go get some target practice instead of having me try to turn you into a flyboy."

Or, you know, drinks. That would be fine too.

[reconditioning]

It's an affectionate little noise that Finn makes in response, tongue to his teeth and some entirely lopsided grin settled there in spite of all the faux disinterest he'd tried to feign just a few seconds prior. Crinkles his nose and ducks his head to shake it-- and Poe's palm-- off, though he's still smiling by the end of it.

Poe Dameron's a charismatic man. More than that, he's a good man, and he's one of the only people in the entire universe Finn trusts completely.

"Hey you know me - shooting's what I'm here for."

If the X-wings were bigger, maybe reconfigured more like the tie fighters back on base, there wouldn't be any nervousness on Finn's part: Poe could fly, he could shoot, and they'd wreck the opposition like there was no tomorrow.