#forcestrng

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@forcestrng​ + starter call

    “W-What is going on?” Sleep had for once claimed the pilot. While he was a light sleeper he had managed to get some rest that he’d been avoiding. Guilt kept the dreams in the realm of nightmares and he didn’t want to have to experience it any more than necessary. But Rey was shaking him awake so clearly something was happening. “Do we need to move?”

[jedishope-archive]

@forcestrng​ / starter call / killing our memories

        “ i might be lost on the way... but i am not afraid. ”

[orderresisted]

“Wait, were you going to ask me out? I was going to ask you out.”

Ask Finn Out (you know you want to)

Finn’s palms are sweaty as he helps Rey sit down at the small end table in his quarters. He’s been planning this for weeks && it has to be perfect. Or as perfect as it can be in the middle of a seemingly endless conflict. He starts to sit before stopping && standing up. No. He needs to be standing for this. Not in parade rest, you idiot---calm down, you’re making it awkward. Relax. Relax. This is Rey, his friend, the woman he loves, the woman he would love to date. Oh, boy. Oh, boy. The urge to run wells up inside him.

He paces, hands moving at a frenetic pace as he mentally argues with himself before he pauses and turns to her with wide eyes. Just like a bacta-aid. C’mon, just say. Quick. Before you lose your nerve again. Sitting back down, Finn reaches for her hand and holds it between his two, staring deeply into her eyes. ❝ Rey, do you want to--? I mean, it’s such a nice night, we could--- ? What do you think about ---? ❞ This is not how it’s supposed to go...according to those novels he borrowed from Pava! Kriff! The door is right there. If he runs now, he can make it to the Outer Rim in a week or so.

Her wide eyes narrow in thought before she breaks out into a smile that takes Finn’s breath away. ❝  Wait, were you going to ask me out? I was going to ask you out. ❞

All his breath comes back in one solid punch to the sternum as he laughs, high & giddy. She joins in, putting her other hand on top of his & squeezing warmly, cheeks rosy & button nose scrunched cutely with the force of her grin. ❝ So, Finn, do you want to watch the stars with me tonight? ❞ She’s adorably blunt in a way that would have made him fall half in love with her if he wasn’t already completely head over heels.

❝ Yeah. Yes. Yeah. Definitely, ❞ he babbles until she leans over && presses her lips to his in a sweet kiss nearly ruined by their matching smiles. 

[kyberborna]

                       “It’s not about what is going on there,” Luke tapped Rey’s forehead before he poked a gentle finger over her heart. “It’s about what’s happening here. The Force is not something you think about, something you need to be consciously seeking. It’s all around us, within us, we are one with the Force. If you don’t realize that, you’re setting yourself up for failure.”

                 // @forcestrng​ Luke is just trying to help ok 

[kyberborna]

                   “I didn’t mean to go off like that,” Poe started, hands on his hips as he paced, unable to look Rey in the eyes. “I’m sorry that I got so mad, I just...BB8, he’s like family. I’m very protective of him.” Poe sighed, dropping his hands so he could rub at the bridge of his nose. “I know you have a lot on your shoulders, and I shouldn’t have done that, but please promise me, next time...you’ll make sure he’s okay. I don’t know what I’d do without him.” Finally, Poe lifted his eyes and met Rey’s gaze.

                        // @forcestrng​ the apology we deserved because they’RE FRIENDS DAMNIT

[orderresisted]

❝ General. ❞ Finn starts. Between all the bleeding and fighting and Rey leaving, he’s still not used to his new title. Looking up from his digi-pad, he schools his face into what he thinks a general should look like. All he has to go on are First Order officers, and he tries not to flinch when the messenger takes a step back. It’s not often that he wishes for his old life, but ‘Trooper masks made conversations so much simpler. No one could see his face so it didn’t matter what he looked like. He didn’t have to puzzle out facial expressions and be a beat behind in everyday conversations.

He pauses, sighs, and puts down the digi-pad with a polite smile he secretly named the Organa Special. He might have only known the General for a year, but she left an impact on him...one he was still struggling to live up to.  ❝ Yes? ❞ 

❝ General Dameron wants to see you in the Situation Room. ❞ Huh. Well. Finn nods and the messenger leaves quickly.

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❝ Hey, buddy. ❞ Poe greets him tiredly, bags under his eyes standing out in stark relief. Finn never has to double guess Poe’s moods, even when he’s at his most cagey, and for that Finn’s incredibly grateful. They’ve been working on ways to dismantle the First Order with their lack of resources and personnel, and it's been slow. Even Finn with his ‘Trooper-enforced patience is feeling the itch for adventure between his shoulder blades. Poe must be vibrating out of his skin.  ❝ I took a look at your proposal, and it looks great. Hitting the First Order where it hurts by taking down Reeducation Centers is a great plan. But--- ❞ Ah, the dreaded ‘but’. Finn’s shoulders straighten on instinct.  ❝ I don’t think you chose the right squad. ❞ At that, Finn prepares the argue, mouth dropping open. He spent weeks picking out the right people for this job. Poe puts up a hand, looking so much like General Organa that Finn’s argument dies on his tongue.  ❝ You should go too, Finn. Nobody else knows their way around these Centers like you do. Nobody knows what it’s like to be a Stormtrooper. We need you back out on the field for this. ❞

Oh. Oh. Numbly, Finn nods, mind already whirling with possibilities.

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There’s many things he misses about being out in the field. Getting shot at? Not so much. Gritting his teeth in the gunner seat, Finn takes out a TIE fighter with one strategic pulse, but before he can celebrate, the starfighter he’s in rocks viciously, dangerously, with a hit, causing him to cry out as his back twinges in remembered pain.  ❝ Straighten it out! Straighten it out! ❞ he screams into the comms as the starfighter begins to plummet dangerously.  ❝ Oh, for the love of fu--- ❞

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He comes to with a start, gasping and struggling to get up.

                                                                       --starter for @forcestrng 

[orderresisted]

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[solerey]

The Other Half of Me

@forcestrng​

The docking ramp opened with a hiss, refreshingly moist air seeping in as the vacuum seal opened. It brought with it strange and overpowering smells, but Mey pushed it away; there was something more important than unfamiliar smells she had to face. She didn’t know what, exactly, had pulled her halfway across the galaxy -- but she knew it mattered more than anything.

The ramp was barely down before Mey was running off the ship, waving absently to the small crew of traders who had been willing to plot a course based on nothing but her feelings in exchange for most of the credits she had saved. They’d looked at her like she was crazy, of course, but they’d gotten her here, and that was what mattered. Mey knew it wasn’t madness -- hoped it wasn’t madness -- but she also knew she couldn’t explain it to anyone else. Even she had barely believed the Force was real, despite Cilghal telling her so almost every day until Mey was twelve. Feeling it was something different, though.

When the protective shields keeping her cut-off from the Force that Cilghal had placed on her so long ago suddenly evaporated (the day the First Order destroyed the Hosnian System; was that significant or a coincidence? Mey didn’t know) and everything came rushing in, Mey had thought she was losing her mind -- but then she’d remembered Cilghal’s lessons, and it had all made sense again. This was the Force...and the Force wanted her to go somewhere, to find something.

Well, now she was here, and the irresistible compulsion was still with her, still guiding her -- but to what? Mey knew she should have been scared, but for some reason she wasn’t. She felt...at peace. Like she was where she belonged. The odd, startled looks of the sentients she passed should have argued otherwise, but Mey hardly noticed them. She only had eyes for one person, one being, in this galaxy: a thin brunette bent low over an engine coil who for some reason seemed to be the heart of the compulsion moving her.

Then the other woman straightened-up and Mey found herself staring into her own face and it all fell into place. This, she knew with more certainty than she had ever known anything before, was her sister. She had a sister. Her eyes filled with tears, her lips split into a smile, and she stepped forward and embraced the stranger-who-wasn’t in a hug. “I’ve found you,” she said, as though she had been looking for the other woman all her life instead -- and in a way, perhaps she had.