POE DAMERON

There is no vessel that hath me, For I can pilot anything that flies.

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cont. from here.

         a mixture of feelings; that’s how zorii would describe seeing poe again. it had been way too long. she wanted to hug him, kiss him, punch him and kill him all at the same time. just hearing his voice again was almost enough to make her dark eyes blue. and that cocky fucking grin. oh, she wanted to slap him silly right now. 

         and that’s exactly what she did.

         after he finishes talking, she takes her hand and delivers a hard SLAP, one that was very audible and loud. “ how. could. YOU!” her voice erupts, blinking as tears finally falling down her pale cheeks. “ you left without a word, and then on top of that? you were just spying on us! ME! My CREW!” zorii steps away from him, pacing back and forth as she tried to process her thoughts. 

        “i had almost everyone quit after i announced what happened because they were afraid of getting arrested. For damn near six months, i ran it ALL on my own. and i was almost killed on several occasions as well. because i only had one other person with me, and he dipped after two months.”

        zorii takes a deep breath, composing herself after losing it. “ so to answer your question? no. i am NOT happy to see you. what the fuck do you want from me now? come back to spy again? maybe break my heart into a million tiny pieces also?” @resistcre​

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It was well deserved, even if it stung. Had their situations been swapped, he would have felt betrayed, too. And there were no excuses for what he had done, he knew that well enough. A much younger Poe would have argued, would have tried to defend his name, but the Poe now was knowledgeable enough to know better. Zorii was hurt and she had every right to be, regardless of the amount of time that had passed, and he wasn’t going to take that from her.

“I understand your anger,” he murmured, rubbing his burning cheek with a hand. She sure had smacked his grin right off his face. A bold grin, no doubt, and ill-timed. “No, I’m not here to spy. I’m looking for someone. None of your people.” 

He had tossed the idea of locating her back and forth in his brain whilst on board his loaned ship. An argument fueled by years of repressed emotions. In the end, Poe had determined that she would have even more cause to be furious with him if he had been in the area but hadn’t the courage to show himself. Hidden or not, someone would have been bound to recognize him, and then what? Word would spread. Poe Dameron was in the area and didn’t think to say a damn thing to anyone. The nerve. 

“I wouldn’t expect you to know this, but I ensured that you and the crew were safe after I left. The suppliers, no. The competition, no. But you? I wasn’t going to let you all rot on a prison ship if I could help it.”

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MOKOU

the jump to light speed always made her feel funny , at least when she was a passenger . it wasn’t a bad feeling , but more akin to that pressure felt when sinking below the waters surface . there was more than a physical feeling along with it , too . there was a feeling of finality . a punctuated end of a sentence . an answer to a question asked , a rebuttal to a statement spoken . 

it’s now that she realizes getting her own ship probably would have been the better option ; having him go to dathomir was risky , but as long as he left as soon as he dropped her off , he should be fine . he shouldn’t be in harm’s way . then she could relax , do what she needed to do , and hopefully find a way to contact xantet so she could get the hell out of there too . 

little beeps and boops , all in anger and protest , barely phase her . she’s a woman of many languages , droid speak being one of them , but she had no interest in whatever the little droid had to say — besides , she wasn’t part of their conversation . it was rude to eavesdrop ; something she had told khem val close to one - hundred times . but , when she hears his voice again , she shakes herself free of silent thought , if only for a moment . the question asked brings her right back to it ; 

a hidden identity did nothing for her — there were very few twi’lek’s of her shade in the galaxy , and even fewer with tattoos as intricate as hers . lying would only be a setback , just another thing she would have to explain away in the future . she was aware of the bounty on her head , but she wasn’t sure who set it . an unfathomable thought : one of the jedi at the temple on tython . she had left plenty of evidence that it was her who killed her own master , so it was possible of course . she just couldn’t see any of them going to such measures .

the more probable scenario was someone wanting the artifact she held . perhaps she gave too much information while looking for it ; perhaps she had been betrayed along the way . 

❝ mokou , ❞ she answers after a long silence , careful contemplation , ❝ mokou attaev . what about you ? ❞ she wasn’t going to ask , but she figured it was better to know than to be ignorant to the situation , ❝ and your companion ? ❞

If Poe recognized her name, he did not let on that he did. The Resistance had its information, diversified as it was, and he could easily pull anything up later should he desire. Right now, however, it wasn’t vital to him. She wanted a ride, that’s it. He’d drop her off and continue on his own mission and perhaps later look into her more if he felt truly compelled. 

In the present moment, he summoned a rather charming grin and nodded in greeting. “Nice to meet you, Mokou.” He turned, gesturing to his droid who gave a doleful beep in hello. “This is my astromech droid, BeeBee-Ate.” 

One of a kind, the words disintegrated, unspoken, on his tongue. What kind of man would have a unique BB Unit? Someone important, he gathered, or a talented mechanic who compiled him with scraps--like how C3PO had been made. Dameron, however, did not fit the mold of a mechanic in any way, shape, or form. These were the dazzling curls and the charming smile of a pilot. 

Or so he told himself.

“I’m Poe.” It was bold to give a first name. Conveniently, however, he left out his last which was arguably more defining than just plain ole’ Poe. Commander Dameron, best pilot in the Resistance versus Poe the pilot. Plain, simple, easier to blend in. Of course, provided people lived under a rock and hadn’t seen the Resistance photos with him plastered across it, helmet tucked under his arm and a noble expression on his face. As lovely as the curls were, they could be equally as defining as a name. “Are you gonna tell me why you’re headin’ to Dathomir or is that a secret?”

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tbh I’m waiting until the novelization of TRoS comes out before I even start thinking about the reasons [my] Poe was a spice runner. I’m wondering if another novel is gonna be made along the same lines. 🤔🤔🤔

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“ not that you care..

                               but i think you’re okay. ”

promo credits x

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anihiila

it was cute — the droid was more against her presence than the human , but she was used to that . when she had first met xantet and mouse , the human took to her quicker than his droid companion , at least until she knelt down and did what xantet could never do : talk to it . after a brief conversation , mouse with its beeps , boops , and squeals , the two grew to be fast friends . 

this was a different situation . mokou wasn’t going to stay with these two for very long . this was temporary ; why would she go out of her way ? though she did have to admit the little droid definitely had a spark , a sass that she found to be incredibly entertaining , despite her face being void of any real emotion . 

❝ fine , ❞ it’s not said with hostility or annoyance , it’s just a spoken word without ulterior motive behind it as xantet had always accused her , ❝ unless you would rather leave me on dantooine . from there , my companions should be waiting . we can get a new ship and head to dathomir from there . ❞ was she even still speaking to poe at that point ? or was she just rattling off a hopeful game plan to anyone who would listen ? anxiety bubbled within her at the thought of xantet . he was hardy ; he could survive just about anything — her issue didn’t lie with him alone , but rather his traveling companions . khem val was stubborn on his own , she didn’t even want to imagine how stubborn he was with just xantet leading them . thankfully , ulanni started to warm up to him as time went on , but there was always the off - chance when she was hungry …

oh , she didn’t even want to think about it . what was most important was the issues laid out in front of her in the present time . the artifact in her pack buzzed and screamed in a frequency only she could hear and feel , so any fear of her two current companions wasn’t the issue ; it was the pain , the weight of the burden against her . but it was the only way , they told her . 

bring it to dathomir as soon as you find it ; we will lift the curse . 

part of her didn’t believe it . part of her felt as thought they would take the artifact and then kill her . that seemed more likely , and if that were the case , there was no way she would allow xantet and the others to suffer the same fate . it was better if she went to dathomir without them . 

❝ thank you . ❞ the sentiment is sighed out , as if it’s a burden in its own to speak any longer ; and in a way , it is . she’s burdened . tired . heavy with the weight of an ancient force inside of her . a force she’s trying to get rid of with all of her might . this is her last resort , and if it doesn’t work , she would gladly welcome a quick death .

His silent answer to her was the immediate jump to light speed. Essentially a “well, too late now”. It freed him from the pilot controls which granted him the ability to turn his undivided attention on the stranger aboard his loaned ship. For a few moments, he stared at her with a silence permeated only by BB-8′s occasional beeps of criticism. It wasn’t the presence of an unknown individual with dubious affiliations that irked the droid so, it was the possibility of their cover being blown.

But Poe was, if nothing else, a helpful soul. And an infuriating risk taker. This situation could go two ways and one was less than desirable. Worth the risk? Absolutely. This woman was strained in all the ways possible, pulled too tightly in varied directions. Whatever her stressor was, he figured dropping her on a planet--even if it was Dathomir--and pushing her some steps closer to a reprieve was the very least he could offer. He, after all, had to rely on the kindness of strangers after the crash on Jakku. An event that seemed, now, light years away.

“You’re welcome.” With his calculated stare down completed, Poe brushed past her and stooped to BB-8′s level to fiddle with the antenna on his head. The droid used this evened playing field (in a physical sense) to unleash a great many beeps and squawks at the commander, some of which were not for the general public’s ears. “I’ll give you props for the creativity, pal. It’s too late to turn around now so you’re just gonna have to roll with it.”

BB-8, in turn, unleashed, You don’t even know her name! in droid speak. A fair point. Straightening, Dameron’s dark eyes returned to the woman once again, his head cocked in the habitual way he had when addressing an interesting topic. 

“What’s your name?”

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@spirekept​ SAID   ❛ i got distracted. ❜

“Got something on your mind, bud?” Poe was tired. Batuu was a damn headache of a place if you weren’t careful and Poe was oftentimes not careful. Not to say it was a bad planet--certainly not the worst--but it certainly was a shift from D’Qar, which lacked any sort of locality to contend with. There were times the Commander felt they weren’t exactly welcome here and he couldn’t blame the civilians for that standpoint. 

Now, though, he looked to the other with a steely gaze. His commanding face, Snap called it. When a mission was on his mind and his leadership pants were pulled on, so to speak. Despite this, there was still a glint of softness in his eyes. 

He couldn’t afford distractions. None of them could. Least of all the Resistance. “If you’re not in the right mindset I can find someone else to do the job.”

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Listen,

“You know who I am?” “Poe Dameron.” “No. I’m your commanding officer.”

will always be BDE.

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@anihiila​ SAID  ❛ i think i’m just tired , that’s all. ❜

Poe thought himself adept at noticing subtle changes in a person’s demeanor when it stared him dead in the eyes. As the leader of Black Squadron, it was his duty to ensure all members were clear-headed and focused, else an eval was required, a tedious process for all parties involved. To not spot a shift, an untamed emotional charge, could often mean life or death. A significance that meant he had to be vigilant at all times.

This, of course, was not Black Squadron. In fact, it wasn’t even a Resistance soldier. But that didn’t mean Dameron still couldn’t spot a bare-faced lie, an excuse for behavior caused by another matter entirely. His eyes narrowed at Mokou. There were two options laid before him: call her out or let the situation lie as it was. The latter was the easiest route and yet it was also the one that unsettled him the most. It was like going against a code of conduct.

“Take a breather, recenter yourself, and if you’re still ‘tired’ then we’ll find another solution.”

That got his point across squarely enough without placing her smack in the starlight: get your gears in order or we’re gonna be in for it.

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@jedishope​​ SAID   ❛   you  didn’t  say  my  name  ,  but  i’m  alright.   ❜

Poe’s eyes flicked immediately to the voice that had spoken, a softness in his expression reserved only for those he respected: Leia, Han at times, his father, Maz Kanata, and Luke. How to voice the statement roiling around in his head without sounding either like a total ass or a kiss-up. A difficult road to travel on.

“I figured.” He offered a smile, amusement flashing where previously there had been concern. “You can take care of yourself better than the rest of us.”

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@resistcre​ sent 💬for a random starter 

sitting comfortably in the warmth of a new and unfamiliar ship , it was easy for mokou to reminisce about the events prior : crash landing her own ship ( she would need to go back for it another time ) , crashing a hijacked speeder , and then tailed by a man with a face she couldn’t quite see . he wore fabric around his mouth and nose , a helmet on his head , and thick goggles to protect his eyes from the unforgiving climate . she assumed , as he nearly cornered her a couple of times , that it was someone looking to collect the bounty on her head . 

she wasn’t hard to spot , after all . 

which made her hope of finding anyone who could help plummet drastically , until … 

her mind was elsewhere , she was unfocused ; there was no warning when she , quite literally , ran into a human male . she had ( thankfully ) resisted the urge to pull her sabers from their hiding spot on the man , and instead quickly pleaded with him .

begging . just the thought made her ill . it wasn’t like her , but she had no other choice . the only hope then was that he wasn’t after her like everyone else . 

❝ thank you for agreeing to help . ❞ cracked voice finally breaks through the silence of the ship ; her mind snaps back to the present time . ❝ i’ll need to repair my ship , but — , ❞ sentence is cut off by her own silence . the reality of the situation dug deep like a pair of talons ripping flesh . the reality was : she would never get her ship back . she would need to start anew ; she hated that . ❝ that’s not important right now . can you get me to dathomir ? ❞

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It was a chaotic series of events but of the sort Poe could handle. Chaos was where he thrived--the quick decisions, the risky moves, the boldness. Befit a pilot in a pilot’s seat but also applicable when not in the cockpit.

He had not been planning on bringing anyone along with him. 

BB-8 was angry in the only way he could be which was to say he was irritated yet curious. The stranger aboard their ship was on the run from something--who wasn’t these days--whether it was a bounty, hungry clansmen, or soldiers was beyond Poe. He hadn’t asked. He probably should have asked. Maybe that’s why BB-8 was so angry.

“Dathomir?” There was a hint of incredulity in the pilot’s voice as he repeated her words. She wasn’t a Zabrak or a Dathomirian. If she was something dangerous, would she not have killed you by now? said his brain in the midst of questions buzzing about. Well, that was remain to be seen. Dameron didn’t become Commander by looks alone and he damn well wasn’t going to dumb himself down now when caution was needed most.

BB-8 squawked in protest. As a droid, he lacked the capability of facial expressions but it was evident nonetheless that he was suspicious. Mistrustful. He turned his dark eye to the woman and, from an alcove tucked away on his person, pulled out his little flame to flash at her threateningly. It was Poe’s rough “BB-8!” that prompted him to return the weapon inside its hiding space. 

“All right. I can get you there but that’s the extent of my aid,” Dameron huffed, inputting the coordinates into the ship’s navigational computer. Not his ship. A loan. Because Dameron was undercover and Black One was not the sort of ship that blended in. “I guess it’s not the worst planet to wanna go to.”

[gay-irl]

Gay💁‍♂️irl

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GETTING  TO  KNOW  THE  MUN:

NAME : vicious NICKNAME :  ^^^ vish, vic, vee also okay FACECLAIM : beetlejuice bc he’s chaotic like i am and we’re both ghosts with the most PRONOUNS :  she/her or they/them HEIGHT :  5′8″ BIRTHDAY :   february 7th AESTHETIC :  bisexual lighting, 80s synthwave, corvids, old buildings LAST  SONG  YOU  LISTENED  TO :  dark mitochondria by stuart chatwood FAVOURITE  MUSE (S)  YOU’VE  WRITTEN : canon? my loki (myth based). vlad the impaler was fun tho too.

GETTING  TO  KNOW  THE  ACCOUNT :

WHAT  INSPIRED  YOU  TO  TAKE  ON  THIS  MUSE : i’m always really tentative taking on canon characters for a list of reasons but poe’s my #1 man and I thought WHY NOT i’ll give it a whirl so here we are.

WHAT  ARE  YOUR  FAVOURITE  ASPECTS  OF  YOUR  CURRENT  MUSE :  his courage, his sass in the face of danger, also his heckin’ CURLS.

WHAT’S  YOUR  BIGGEST  INSPIRATION  WHEN  IT  COMES  TO  WRITING :  things around me and music probably. reading helps significantly, too. i always have to be reading something or my writing gets stale.

FAVOURITE  TYPES  OF  THREADS : i’m not terribly picky. i’m also not sure what i vibe with over here versus my other blogs. usually i love angsty stuff or more action-y/plot-driven threads, but banter’s a lot of fun, too.

BIGGEST  STRUGGLE  IN  REGARDS  TO  YOUR  CURRENT  MUSE : look i just try to go with the flow at all times possible. there’s always an innate worry that you’re not doing a character justice but i’ve learned over the years that, while validation is nice, i just don’t give a fuck if people dislike what i do.

tagged by: i’m a meme stealer you’ll find this out if you don’t already know me tagging: @ofzorii​ 👀👀 @anihiila​ (any of your blogs tbh) and whoever else!

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@classiifieddroid​ SAID   ❛ i got a bad feeling about this. ❜

"You got a bad feelin’ about everything.” It was a playful jab. An attempt to lighten the mood versus a legitimate dig at BB’s well-placed anxiety. The grin Poe flashed in her direction was bright and crooked, evidence enough that he was merely teasing. With two fingers he pointed to the lit up console with the coordinates he had input, the blue light the only thing illuminating the ship’s cockpit. When have I led you astray were the words that disintegrated on his tongue before he could even voice them. He’d led them astray a great many times and yet--- and yet they had always managed to scramble back to the right path. “Happy thoughts.”

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@ofzorii​ SAID   ❛ you’re hard to get rid of. ❜

The cocky upward pull at the corner of his mouth was certainly no stranger. Confidence often incorrectly assumed as narcissism. In reality, it was Poe’s way of trying to play off the pulsating anxiety crawling up his throat. Can’t run from this event, Commander. At least Zorii wasn’t pointing a blaster at him.

“So I’ve been told,” he quipped, a light-hearted jest that would, he assumed, fall on deaf ears. There was a time and a place for joking, Dameron, and right now he teetered on a very thin line. “You’re not happy to see me?”