ZAP ! *

- - - are we sure that means what we THINK it means ??

[robertchase]

BB-8 and Poe (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:・ﾟ✧

[bentantenna]

CAPTAIN PHASMA.

Phasma looked down at the droid and wrinkled her nose at it, she’d not been a fan of them since the insane ones on Parnassos that had held them in the Constar mining factory. She felt there was more to them than their creators let on. The blonde scoffed and shook her head “What sort of supplies, droid?” she asked, gathering most of his little beeps.

beeoo !! “ classified, ” he replies with dignity. although no one gave him the instructions to say so if he came across trouble, bb-8 has decided to think for himself. in this case, her tone is quite terrifying, and she looks at him with the uppermost amount of disservice and indifference; bb-8 doesn’t like it once bit. plus, she’s tall, towering over his frame more than most do. 

[bentantenna]

POE DAMERON.

Poe had always thought that BB-8 was unlike any other droid. It was the droids curious nature that, he thought, set BB-8 apart from other droids. It’s how he’d noticed the droid coming in. Poe had just finished before he bent down to get to the droids level. He’d missed BB-8 when he was away from the droid and worried about the droid when he was captive at the First Order. “I do? How come buddy?” He hadn’t noticed any real difference in his face apart from looking more tired but always listened to BB-8. “What’s different?”

bb-8 edges closer towards him, finding comfort in his presence. while does enjoy going on adventures as much as the next fidgety droid does, he enjoys peace much better. since there isn’t a hangar for him to reside in at the moment with the rest of his kind, he’s left clinging to poe during every waking hour. weooor !! “ younger, ” he begins. bb-8′s facial recognition is near spotless, but that also means he notices even the smallest of changes. beooo ziiiip !! “ that’s normal ? ”

[bentantenna]

MAVERIK NOVAR.

Maverik didn’t like sharing. “Does the treaty mean that I have to haul the food that I worked on to the neutral zone?” He was under the impression that he worked with the Resistance, not the First Order. “I am not handing over my plants.” Those were his and he liked the people from the First Order a lot less than anyone from the Resistance. “If people die when they come around, then they’ll kill off one of our few sources of food.”

bb-8 listens to his concerns carefully, eyeing his countenance as he speaks. even a droid like him can easily pick up on the tension that only thickens to a paste as the days draw forth. both the resistance and the first order are now going to have to get along, and share, as the other man reminds him. vhrrrr beooo bleeeee woooo !! “ what if they take all of the plants for themselves ? ”

[bentantenna]

CAPTAIN PHASMA.

“You’d better have a good reason for being in my presence…” The Captain growled, turning her dark stormy sea eyes to the other before her.  The blonde was out of her Chrome armour for once and her face was on show for the other, a sight that others often weren’t witness to- simply because of how unsocial the Captain was in her personal time, never eating with troops or being a woman of many words that weren’t orders.  “Explain before I break your jaw.”

bb-8 is on alert as soon as he registers her cold tone. weooo bee bleooo !! “ i’m looking for supplies, ” he replies immediately. it's the truth; he was on his way towards the ships in search of usable items. the woman’s tone makes him uneasy, as it conveys everything that he hopes to avoid. still, since she’s out of armor and not clearly marked by the first order’s emblem, bb-8 doesn’t dare assume that she’d be from such a deplorable allegiance. wooor !! “ sorry, ” bb-8 continues lowly, hovering over the ground uneasily. 

[bentantenna]

POE DAMERON.

Finishing his shave, Poe was surprised to see himself in the mirror. He looked like he used to. More cuts and bruises than he was used to on his face but with the beard gone, he could finally recognise his own face. Cleaning the last of the foam away, Poe caught the reflection of someone looking in the mirror. “Have I missed a spot?” he asked still concentrating on cleaning his face. “Don’t be shy. You’ve been looking long enough, you can tell me if I’ve missed something. I won't mind.”

bb-8 watches quietly, receiving a glimpse of human normality that he scarcely gets to see anymore. he’s a droid made for flying and aid during wartime. needless to say, he doesn’t specialize in knowledge of shaving and grooming. still, he finds himself rolling closer towards poe, zooming into his face as close as he can. otherwise, he’d be at a slight disadvantage, only because poe is far up and he’s so small. veooo whrr wee !! “ you look different, ” he speculates, unable to muster up a more constructive opinion.

[bentantenna]

BODHI ROOK.

Bodhi involuntarily curled up more when he heard the beeps and whistles. Those could mean anything, he worried, and he couldn’t quite remember the order they were supposed to be in. He reached up and grabbed the sides of his own head, lightly squeezing as if he were trying to stabilize himself. If the shaking stopped then maybe he’d understand better, but his nerves were protesting. Anxiety and pain were his worst partners. He kept his eyes squeezed shut while he tried to focus on his limbs. From what he could gather, he could feel his trembling from his fingers to his toes, so logically, he mentally told himself, he was still in tact. Satisfied, but shaken, quite literally in some sense, he cautiously cracked an eye opened to see what was rolling into him. “G-g-ground?” He was met by a curious, orange and white droid, one that he had never seen, or at least, he didn’t remember seeing. Bodhi opened both of his eyes to make sure. Then he pushed himself up and away, worried that the little droid could bring harm to him. However, he moved too quickly, resulting in pain that brought him back to the floor. “Oh…” He groaned. “There was a-an e-ex-explosion, but… but where– who are– what is this place?”

bb-8 takes notice of the fear that seems to color his every action immediately. it saddens him that he moved away from him so quickly, but bb-8 only assumes he’s afraid of strangers. this can be the case for him as well, on occasion. when bodhi speaks of an explosion, bb-8 jolts up slightly, head furiously bobbing around in search of debris. there’s nothing, though, so his photo-receptors soon find their way to the back to the boy.  beooo veeee !! “ no explosion,  either, ” he states confidently after his brief episode of  fear and doubt. bb-8 moves away from him carefully, uneasy with the boy’s state of mind that is being presented. the droid has come across similar people in the past before, and the outcome had a tendency to be quite tumultuous. poe wouldn’t want him to get into trouble. zhrrr !!  “ vurtz, ” he replies. ziiiip bleee bhrr beeeeep !! “ i’m with the resistance . . . what about you ? ”

[bentantenna]

AHSOKA TANO.

“I’m Ahsoka, little droid,” she said, kneeling next to him. “BB-8.” she repeated. Ahsoka didn’t believe she’d ever seen a droid like him before. They must have been constructed after her death. She was used to larger droids. Ahsoka did not know anything about the current war, so she assumed he must mean something similar to the Rebellion. Or, she hoped that was the case. “Can you tell me about the Resistance? Is it like the Rebellion?” 

bb units don’t have very much knowledge on political history, but he knows enough to get by. weoo bee wzhrrr !! “ we fight the first order, ” he replies proudly. he’s unaware of the fact that he didn’t answer her question directly. again, bb-8 edges closer to the girl, circling the soil beneath him slowly. beeeweoo birrr zirr !! “ were you part of the rebellion ? ”

[bentantenna]

HERA SYNDULLA.

            “  HEY,  BUDDY,  ”  hera  crouches  down,  a  short  ways  in  front  of  the  rambling  droid,  trying  to  get  a  look  at  its  operating  number.  it’s  a  little  unlike  most  of  the  droids  she’d  ever  encountered  in  her  lifetime.  “  what’s  wrong?  ”

                                               @bentantenna.

bb-8 tends to find a confidant in anyone he comes across, mostly due to his lack of restraint when he’s not feeling his best. today happens to be a day that falls into said category. she seems nice enough, so he voices his troubles with ease. beoooo bzrrrrr !! “ my friends seem scared. ”

[bentantenna]

BODHI ROOK.

From what he could gather, the last time he lost his mind, people believed that he was panicked, and when he tried to piece together coherent sentences, it was like trying to jam thoughts into wrongly shaped holes. Bodhi didn’t feel any of that this time. He wasn’t bruised but his body was soaked in a dull pain. As he got up, it blossomed into something sharper and more excruciating, peeling away too quickly, leaving what he thought were tears in his body. He thought it couldn’t get any worse, but a step later, he could have sworn that something had reached inside of him and crushed his lungs before quickly pulling them back into shape. The pilot collapsed, fell to the ground, and then he choked out a muted scream. His ears were ringing, or they should have been. He didn’t know. Bodhi made his body as small as he could to protect himself. “Th-there are n-no holes.” He assured himself, but he was still shaking. At this point, he was sure that he hadn’t lost his mind, but he had done something much worse; he had lost his life.

wheooo wee !! “ no holes. ” the droid affirms, his head cocking to the side as he looks the man over. he seems troubled, and follows a similar pattern of behavior of those who would be considered to be under great distress. since bb-8 works with the resistance, he has become astutely familiar with said emotions that humans incessantly carry out after events that jar their emotions. perhaps this man before him has gone through similar events ? bb-8 rolls over to him slowly, photo-receptors buzzing as he magnifies his view in an attempt to identify him. much to his surprise ( not ) , this is yet another person he isn’t familiar with, as he cannot recall having scanned his features before. beoooo ziiip wee !! “ why are you on the floor ? ” he asks, his own metal coating just a few centimeters from the man’s body. he continues to edge closer, eventually tapping against him repeatedly a few times with soft, small nudges. 

[bentantenna]

FINN.

“I don’t like it.” Startling, really. A real wonder. “The treaty. I don’t trust it, either. The First Order doesn’t just give in.” From a man who had wanted to run as far as he could from them, he doesn’t believe there’s a real peace to be had here. Not one that lasts. 

“For now, for when we’re stuck, I guess that’s good. But I don’t think any of us should get complacent.” 

a lengthy amount of time has transpired since his last encounter with his friend, finn.  no one currently residing on vurtz has room for hobbies or side interests, so bb-8 hopes finn has spent his time wisely and motioned for anyone to teach him binary. a few inches behind rey, he approaches finn with ambition in his little droid stride.  weorr !! “ hi, ” he chirps, before turning to rey unexpectedly. bb-8 knows very little about the politics here; perhaps rey can offer finn a better response to his posed statement. 

[bentantenna]

AHSOKA TANO.

The little droid painfully reminded her of Artoo. A droid who she had come to love and protect. Ahsoka wondered where that droid was. But the beeping brought her back to the present. “Hello,” Ahsoka said, her voice still cracked from strain. “Who are you?” Where did the droid come from? He was a curious little thing. 

wabwuuup wooo weooo zhrrrr !! “ bb-8. i belong to poe dameron, we’re with the resistance, ” the droid chirps proudly, having repeated the same line numerous times since he became stranded on the planet. he doesn’t mind new company, so long as they’re kind. bewiiip bleep  !! “ who are you ? ”

[bentantenna]

JYN ERSO.

jyn froze, tilting her head to the side. “i don’t––” she shook her head. she could only understand about half of what the droid was saying. “just show me where to go, okay?”

as kind as the little droid is, there’s always a sense of skepticism that he holds for people he isn’t familiar with. weooo zhrrr beoooo weoooo !! " oh . . . if you don’t need help, why do you need to go to a clinic ? ”

[bentantenna]

AHSOKA TANO.

The first time Ahsoka Tano had come back from the dead, she had felt warm and had eased into it. She had been greeted by her master and cared for immediately. 

The second time she came back from the dead, while it was not violent, it was not pleasant either. It felt like pins and needles. Like being too dizzy and unable to stand. Like needing to reach out for comfort or reassurance and realizing you were alone. Ahsoka felt nauseous and disorientated.

But hey, this time she had been dead upwards of forty years. 

“Wh–” Ahsoka struggled out, her voice dry and an edge of panic to it. Blue eyes glanced around for any form of familiarity.

bb-8 peaks at her curiously, sensing her disorientation and confusion from the way her features seem to shift. still, he’s slightly uneasy of her presence. he has been told not to wander without poe, but bb-8 is feeling rather adventurous today. in hopes of having received good luck rather than bad, he rolls towards her slowly, bobbing back and forth as though he’s ready to flee if he has to.  weorrr !! “ hi. ”

[rafael-silva]

BB-8 being 100%…well, BB-8.

[bentantenna]

AUBREY DALY.

“thanks,” she stares down at bb8. “i hate it.” 

bb-8 voices his disappointment through low, defeated beeps before moving towards her again. weooo vhhrrrr zhrrr beeee !! “ the chances of us getting off of this planet are slightly higher. is that good ? “

[bentantenna]

JYN ERSO.

“hey––is there a kriffing clinic anywhere around here?”

whrr weooo weee !! “ we only have medical staff. ” he pauses briefly, edging towards her curiously. beooo wwee uhrrr zhrrr !! “ do you need help ? i can help ! ”