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here is a prayer: those who would stand between me and my final destination get torched inside the fire of my transcendence. paige tico as written by mona

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diveronaevents:

Shakespearean Character Ask Meme

ANTONY: What bad habits do you need to break? BEATRICE: What is the achievement you’re most proud of? BENVOLIO: What comes to mind when you think of peace? BIANCA: What do you want most in life? CELIA: Do you want to fall in love? CIRCE: Would you rather be loved or feared? CLAUDIUS: What is the worst thing you’ve ever done? CORDELIA: Do you consider yourself a good person? CRESSIDA: What makes you feel trapped? DESDEMONA: Do you believe that the truth will set you free? EDGAR: Do you want to make your family proud? EDMUND: Do you ever wish you’d been born someone else? If so, who? GERTRUDE: Would you (or have you) ever cheated on a significant other? HAMLET: Do you prefer to think things through thoroughly or act on impulse? HECATE: Do you consider yourself an introvert or an extrovert? HELENUS: Do you believe in God? HIPPOLYTA: What is your biggest regret? HORATIO: Who do you love most? JULIET: What is your favorite luxury? LADY MACBETH: What is your favorite thing about yourself? MACBETH: Have you ever killed anyone? Would you? MALCOLM: What does honor mean to you? MEDEA: Do you have any quirks? MERCUTIO: Is there anyone you would die for? MIRANDA: Is happiness a choice? OBERON: Does reputation matter to you? OPHELIA: Is there anything you regret not doing? ORSINO: If you could have any material thing in the world, what would it be? PARIS: If you had the chance to rule the world, would you? PORTIA: When did you lose your innocence? PUCK: Do you consider yourself a mischievous person?  ROMEO: How far would you go for love? ROSALIND: What does your ideal day entail? ROSALINE: Which people from your past haunt you? SEBASTIAN: Is violence ever the answer? TITANIA: Do you believe in magic? TYBALT: If you could kill one person without consequences, who would it be? VIOLA: How skilled of a liar are you? VOLUMNIA: Describe the biggest sacrifice you’ve made.

[cobaltpyre]

happybeepsbuddy:

Poe thought he would be happier when he’d be pushed back into a fight. Although, Poe also didn’t expected the first fight to come out this standstill to be something like this. Peace had gone to chaos in a blink of an eye. Maybe it was the fact that so many civilians on Coruscant had gone from being neutral to calling for an arrest of the entirety of the Resistance. Either way, Poe wasn’t becoming a huge fan of this planet. 

As for the circumstances? Well, to make things simple Poe wasn’t a huge fan of not fighting from his X-Wing. On foot battle was never his favorite thing. Especially after getting apprehended by the First Order the last time it happened. 

He snorted at Paige’s response, “This isn’t what I would have thought would start back up the war, but at least we’re not just sitting on our asses anymore.” He couldn’t help but agree with her sentiment, “Not really our thing is an understatement… but it can’t be too hard. I mean how many storm troopers could they have based here?” 

Thankfully, public opinion isn't Paige's job. She has no understanding of the nuances of propaganda, but she is deeply aware that the Resistance isn't exactly in everyone's good graces right now. She has been quieter about her own involvement, estimating when and where are the right moments to reveal herself. Mostly, though, she's been spending time on the Resistance base, keeping her head low and doing her job.

It's what she's good at. She doesn't call the shots or come up with innovative plans. She does what she's told.

❛❛ Yeah. I kind of hoped we would start up the war by, you know, getting back in our fighters and doing our jobs instead of some sudden decision to commit arson, but you don't always get what you want. ❞ She sounds casual about the entire concept of arson, no real sympathy in her voice. That makes sense. Paige hasn't exactly ever been that concerned about the overall suffering of the First Order, even if she does reserve some pity for the lower level members.

She rolls her eyes and knocks her shoulder against his. ❛❛ Don't say that. You're going to jinx it, and we'll get out there and the First Order will just shrug and go here's the ten thousand stormtroopers we forgot about. ❞

[cobaltpyre]

happybeepsbuddy:

The problem with war was decided how expendable someone’s life was. Deciding if it the loss of a soldiers life would benefit the greater good in the end or not. Sure Poe didn’t want to lose anyone- rather risk himself than anyone else if he could, but sometimes it just happened. He was hoping to fragile truce that existed right now would prevent any losses this time. 

But that might not be necessarily true if they got caught trying to blow up the base. It would certainly give them bounds. 

“I think we need to target the hanger base, we got some people going for the labs, but if we can blow some of their ships and tech? Puts us at the advantage,” he crossed his arms, a bit of a smirk appearing, “I missed you, Not exactly the same but, you know. It’s something.”

There was a part of Paige, a part that was more idealistic than anything, that wondered if peace might hold on Coruscant. Maybe it would hold long enough for her to actually be able to experience life in the city. But of course a part of her knew it wouldn’t last, and here it is. It’s even more discomforting thanks to her relative inexperience. She’s twisted it into something she’s competent at, but really, this isn’t her. She wants to be up in the skies, behind a turret.

Yet here they are. Trapped and at a disadvantage in terms of propaganda now. They have to turn the tide one way or another, even if it’s not pretty.

The old battle against the Empire wasn’t clean either. They are probably going to have to follow in those footsteps. ❛❛ Hey, at least that’s something we both know a little bit about. You know things are bad when that’s comforting. ❞ She grins and hooks her thumbs in her pockets. ❛❛ Missed you too, Poe. Though I wish we were up in ships right now. Boots on the ground - it’s not really our thing. ❞ 

[cobaltpyre]

happybeepsbuddy:

He glanced over at Paige with a quirk of his eyebrow. Play it careful and smart. She wasn’t wrong, but that’s what they’ve been doing and now half the Resistance is being detained at suspect of burning down that building. They finally had a chance to actually do something in this war, waiting didn’t seem like the best option here. 

Even thinking that, Poe was still a bit hesitant to jump right back in. Paige’s face serving as a reminder as to why.  Add in, Poe felt out of his element. Sure- he had some training in ground combat, but not nearly enough to be entirely confident. 

“We need to do some damage here, this is our first chance in months and if we play it too careful, we’ll miss our chance. We have a crew set up for break out, we just need to keep them distracted.”

To be fair, it isn’t in Paige Tico’s rulebook either to be careful. But she also recognizes the other side of this - if too many of them get themselves arrested running around like idiots, then that’s also a disadvantage. There’s a delicate balance to be struck. Recognize acceptable losses. Avoid unacceptable ones. It sounds so easy when you boil it down to points like that, but she is perfectly aware that it isn’t. 

She nods. ❛❛ So we’ve got two jobs. Do damage and make sure that the First Order’s too busy to notice that we’re stealing our people back. Fair enough. ❞ There’s a wry little grin in Poe’s direction. She always did like working with Dameron. They were similar in their own ways, enough that they could function well as a team. ❛❛ You got some ideas about how you want to do this, then? A little bit of old-fashioned sabotage? ❞ No bombers this time. Only ground troops and anyone who was able-bodied and willing to get the job done.

This isn’t Paige’s forte entirely either, but she’s going to do whatever she can. She at least knows a thing or two about explosives.

[cobaltpyre]

for any rescue team / strikers.

As per usual, there’s good news and bad news. Good news is the First Order took a pretty good hit; bad news is they’re coming down hard on the Resistance for it. Paige Tico is a lot of things, but if there’s one thing she’s good at, it’s retaliation. First a gunner and then a bomber, if there’s one thing she knows, it’s how to hit the First Order where it hurts. Some people seem to think they should let things simmer down. Take it easy. Kick back and let everything work itself out. But there’s been whispering from the other side too: hit harder now, take the advantage and make it work.

And Paige definitely likes the latter’s attitude a little more.

(The First Order didn’t stop when they first began testing those weapons on her home. They kept testing - kept going, turning homes to rubble and people to ash.  Paige isn’t sure why people are acting like they should extend the First Order the courtesy of a ceasefire. Out of respect for what? The dead? Turns out even that isn’t permanent any more.)

So either way, she’s eager as always, a wry twist to her mouth and an eagerness in the way she leans close.  ❛❛ We’re going to have to play it careful and smart. And I say we should expect at least half of us to end up imprisoned by the end of this, but hopefully we can wrap this up and break them out too. ❞ 

[cobaltpyre]

captainfulcrvm:

CORUSCANT LOOKED AS IT ALWAYS HAD, enormous buildings loomed overhead and the people brushed past him without the slightest glance or apology. in truth, cassian had never been particularly fond of the planet, but it had served him well through his years. there were worse places to wake up. at least here, cassian could disappear into a crowd. hell, if he wanted to he could probably get lost in the city far beyond where these new superior officers could ever find him. 

or so he’d thought. though the city appeared the same, he found that the streets he’d once known had changed. new buildings lined them, new signs hung above the doors, and the slums that he had known were no longer familiar. coruscant had changed after all. he felt strangely bitter. it wasn’t as though cassian had expected the galaxy to stop moving one he died, but he hadn’t expected it to change so drastically. he hadn’t expected the empire to be replaced by something worse. 

the very thought angered him.

before he knew it, cassian had wandered into a park that seemed vaguely familiar, but not enough to draw any specific memories. a voice caught his attention, drew him out of his mind. “rob you?” cassian frowned. he’d done a lot of things in his years, kill and steal, but he wasn’t a petty thief. in fact, he found that he resented the implication. “i’m not a thief,” he growled, “and if i was i’d choose someone wearing a suit downtown.” 

It’s not like Paige had much of an opportunity to end up on a planet like this throughout her first lifetime (and it’s so odd to call it that, considering its relative length). Coruscant is still new to her, and impressive. She grew up on a planet more valuable for its resources than its beauty or its architecture. Already, a new lifetime barely a few days old and new experiences because of that. Hopefully she doesn’t die too soon into this attempt at a life.

Or - if she’s lucky, they’ll be able to see the war through and she can finally settle down somewhere with her sister. Paige doesn’t believe in quite that much luck, but there is something to be said for 

She blinks at the rather accusing tone the guy tosses back at her, and then she shrugs. ❛❛ Hey, I don’t know how desperate you are. Some people would be willing to steal from just about anyone as long as it looks like they’ve got a jacket that doesn’t need to be patched up. Sorry for the implication, though. ❞ There’s a slow grin as she stretches and leans back against the bench with a sigh.

Turns out that coming back from the dead is a little tiring.

❛❛ If you are planning on stealing from a guy downtown, though, let me know. I’m not saying I’d help you out with that or anything, but, y’know -- ❞ She winks, a mild laugh caught between her teeth.

[cobaltpyre]

happybeepsbuddy:

It has passed along to him that they had just revived a few of the pilots lost during the ambush of the dreadnaughts. At first, Poe was happy- glad that the pilots that had lost their lives would have a second chance. Besides that, the Resistance could really use some people that already know how to fly. Then Poe realized the reality of it. 

These pilots were being revived to fight for the cause that first cost them their lives. Poe had led them into a fight that their was no possibility of surviving. Was it really fair of them to come back to this? He questioned if he could even ask them to fight alongside him again, fear of either the reality that they blamed him for his death, or the possibility that they forgave him. 

But this was something he had to do, he had a responsibility. In that case, there was no question who he would speak to first. 

Paige never cared that he was the best pilot in the Resistance. She got to know him for himself, not some man meant to be idolized. As much as he loved her younger sister the same wasn’t exactly true for her. 

Poe made his way towards the bench, started a bit at her response. He let out a breathy laugh, “I’m not sure I could successfully rob you anyway,” he made his way to the side of the bench, sitting near her, keeping his eyes forward. He bit his lip, “I’m sorry, Paige.”

When they first brought Paige back, she had taken a few confused swings at whoever had been in front of her. Because this wasn't right - the ceiling wasn't the same as a Resistance cruiser, the faces weren't those she recognized, and she assumed the worst. Captured or lost or somehow stuck with an even worse fate, but it turned out fine. Better than expected.

And yet worse.

Cloning tech. The only reason she was here. Paige had mouthed the word to herself over and over again. It wasn't like cloning itself was new, but the ease of it now, the lack of data required - just bare strands of DNA - was definitely new. So every familiar face is something to be thankful about, especially a face like Poe Dameron's. ❛❛ Hey, I've apparently been dead for long enough that you could probably shatter my weak rotting bones just like that. ❞ She snaps her fingers on the last word, her grin fading as Poe's tone makes itself apparent.

After a moment, she pats the bench next to her, moving over a little. ❛❛ Sit down, Dameron. Relax. Yes, I read the records, and no, I'm not here to bite your head off. ❞ It's not like she joined the Resistance thinking that she might live all the way through it. Paige knew she might die (just didn't want Rose to die, a specificity that matters). But what they did, what she did, was what had to last.

So this is a lucky second chance, in the end.

[reyfinndameron]

Paige and Rose by @ynabeat

[cobaltpyre]

Nothing’s changed. Or: everything’s changed, but still nothing. It hurts Paige’s head to do the math. 

They brought her back from death, which is why the first thing she did when she got clearance was check Resistance records - hers and her sister’s both.

Her own was more polarizing: dead on the Cobalt Hammer, the very last ship she remembers boarding. For a moment, staring down at the datapad, she tried to recall whatever the feeling must’ve been - the explosion, or the decompression, or the piece of shrapnel. But there was nothing. Only confusion and a kind of displacement, as if her hands and body shouldn’t even be hers. Dead yet alive. Here yet not.

In the end, she tries to calm herself down by wandering around Coruscant. It’s beautiful here, but too beautiful - which means she’s already digging for the honest ugliness underneath. For just a moment, though, she lets herself pause in what seems to be a public park of some kind, settling on a bench. 

She only lifts her head at someone’s approach. 

❛❛ I’m just about flat broke in terms of credits, you know, so if you’re looking to rob me, you’re not going to get much. ❞ 

[cobaltpyre]

✕ … veronica ngo … paige tico: now arriving in coruscant. she stands with the resistance and is 34 years old according to their chart. past records show that she is known to be brave and decisive, so tread with caution since they are still a pilot and gunner from hays minor

so hey, it’s mona back at it again with the characters that have themes of absolute self-sacrifice.

first things first, paige does remember everything up to boarding the cobalt hammer on that last bombing run against the dreadnaught. she knows who she is - a resistance member, a pilot, an accomplished gunner, a big sister, and a refugee of hays minor. she doesn’t remember her death, but she’s not an idiot and checked her own resistance records the second she could get access.

again, she’s a pilot and a gunner, especially the latter.  by now she’s survived on enough missions with enough pilots that she’s adopted some of their superstitions and mannerisms. there is a confidence to her, something that isn’t quite ego but is definitely a kind of surety.

incredibly protective and loyal. imagine an Ideal Resistance Member™ and a little hologram of paige tico would appear. fully believes in dying for the cause, obviously, as she did it once already.

hates the first order conceptually,  yes, and hates the upper management (guys like kylo ren, hux, phasma, etc., basically) more than she hates the soldiers and the pilots. she figures all the little guys, the ground troops and the nobodies, are just as scared as anyone else in terms of the fight.  it’s the guys calling the shots who know what they’re fighting for and believe in it who are the real evil here.

loves falthiers. will be jokingly mad when rose shows up having seen one on canto bight.

will treat all the big heroes of the resistance like people first, thanks, because that’s what they are, and she’s seen what happens when you think only a few people can save you and you don’t try to save yourself 

what happens is called ‘your home planet gets stripped for precious ore despite all your so-called heroes, and the weapons that use said ore are tested on your planet’.

carries a blaster at all times, thanks, because you can’t be too careful out here. armed and absolutely unafraid to get in a shootout.

idealistic and stubborn and a little bit angry too. also: not force-sensitive in the slightest because, honestly, who needs that when you’ve got conviction and heart. 

[swladies]