I turned another one of my Sims 4 picture stories into a narration.
Poe, Finn, Rose, Hux and BB-8 have lost their memories. Lost in the desert of Jakku they are grasping for straws to deduce which faction they are with and will come to some pretty wild conclusions which members of the First Order or Resistance they are.
The main pairing will be Rose x Hux, with Poe x Finn on the side and GingerPilot getting teased, but not realized.
Link to the written story | Link to the picture story
SAGRONA JUNCTION a weathered sign announced against the backdrop of a mountain range in the desert. “Your turn towards happiness” someone had added in neon paint, but it wasn’t immediately apparent whether the addendum was meant sarcastic, constituted a promise or expressed a faint hope.
As they approached, the amnesic group also noticed some colorful additions to the original buildings, be that a blotch of wall paint here or a seat group there. Whoever was running this place had to be a hopeless, cheerful optimist. (True to their real identities, Armitage “Cycen” Hux said so with disdain, BB-8 “Snowglobe”, Poe “Officer Black” Dameron and Rose “Darklighter” Tico approving, yet cautious, and Finn “Genti” with envy.)
Hux accelerated a little, but he made sure not to break formation before BB-8 had taken his place in the “Guard Officer Black” setup. Only then did he fully speed up.
“Here we come! Strong, black caf within reach and…” The man had to slow down again only ten paces after he had started running. A sharp sting in his left leg prompted him to change whatever he was originally going to say to: “…I won’t say no to some bacta. I seem to have a not quite healed leg injury.” Hux turned around, facing Poe. “Not looking at anybody in particular regarding that, Black…”
“I could be the one who wounded you”, Poe replied with a smirk. “If we belonged to opposing factions, that is, and I know for a fact that we do!”
“Oh? Was that a confession?” There was a playful note in Finn’s question. After all, ever since waking up, each other had been all they had. Black had gotten that right out there in the wilderness. And so far the alleged First Order man hadn’t antagonized the others, so there was no reason to treat him worse than with the expected caution.
“Hardly! Look at your feet, everyone - two of us are wearing their pants tucked, two loosely. Cycen and Darklighter are First Order, Genti and me Resistance!”
Hux made a fist at Poe. A low growl escaped his throat before he accused the man whom he considered a foe in both his fully aware and amnesic state alike: “That was just a sophisticated way of calling us "dirty” or “filthy” rebels!“
"Yeah”, Rose agreed. “Even if it wasn’t a deliberate insult, it shows your prejudice as a First Order officer, Black.”
“Oh. You’re right… It doesn’t have to mean anything. I apologize!”
By now the group had caught up with Hux, who blinked in irritation.
Poe nodded. “Sure! I’m curious, though. You alone among us seem adamant about being with the Resistance. How come?”
At first Hux just shook his head, ready to deflect the other’s words. But then, and he couldn’t tell himself what made him to, he said: “Kylo Ren. The moment you mentioned him ever so casually, a seething hatred rose up in me. He committed a massacre on this planet not long ago, I think? But what I feel might be even older. Whatever! There’s just no way I’d serve in an army he commands.”
“How about serving alongside ME?”
Hux shrugged. “I probably endured more painful things for the cause than entertaining your presence. We must not base our allegiances on you and me having rubbed each other the wrong way since we woke up in the desert. Might just as well be habitual friendly teasing gone sour due to stress. There – I said it! You might be a fellow Resistance fighter.”
Poe reached up and squeezed the amnesic enemy’s shoulder.
“Thank you. Now onwards and let’s get a roof over our heads!”
He strode ahead until a cough from Hux stopped him.
“Let me guess… I‘ve been officering again?”
“Take three more guesses!” Finn laughed.
When the group walked the final few hundred meters, Finn kept scanning everyone’s faces to the point where Rose outright asked him what he was looking at or for.
Your mouth. I don’t have my wisdom teeth anymore, so that means I have a military background. But that could mean either First Order or Republic military, in itself the pulled teeth tell us nothing.
Now if one or more of us still had theirs, then that would give this person away as a civilian. Of which there are probably some on both sides, either... This is so vexing! Every time I think I’ve figured out a way to solve this riddle, it leads to nothing.
“Oh, nothing. Just sort of saving all your faces in the hopes of not forgetting you again.”
Rose and Poe smiled warmly in response and from Hux came a thoughtful, approving nod. Meanwhile Finn realized that his copout hadn’t been a lie. He really cared about this foursome. Joe’s and Isbrand’s banter, Snowglobe rolling energetically between all their legs and Willow’s silent, steadfast just-being-there made for a pleasant squad dynamic. Before Finn could wonder what, if anything, he had to add to this company, the group had already reached the waystation.
