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Pre-TFA Spymaster Cassian AU
Apr. 18th, 2018 12:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
flightforfreedom
With Lor San Tekka out looking for the map to Luke Skywalker, Poe's mission list had been reduced dramatically. That mission had taken up most of his time, and his mind, but now there was nothing to do but wait and hope the old man found what he was looking for, before Poe could retrieve the info again. Black Squadron had down time - a rare occurrence, to be sure, but after Snap and Kun's wedding, it felt needed and deserved. For most of the squadron, anyway. Poe, on the other hand, felt restless as hell.
So when General Organa said she was sorry to break his down time for a new mission, he had trouble hiding his relief. Retrieval had been a mainstay of a lot of his work with the Resistance, so this wasn't that much different from every other time. "He's going to fight it, tooth and nail," Organa had said. "But he's worth more alive than he is dead, no matter what contacts he has to break. Remind him of that."
So he and BB-8 had been given Leia' personal shuttle - Black One couldn't take an extra passenger - as well as her personal code. It was too dangerous to call ahead and say he was coming - he'd just have to show up, and hope that Leia's code would get him in the door.
The rendezvous spot that Leia had given him was the same that she used, whenever she and the spymaster had to meet. Outside the main city, but with a view over the bay. He set the beacon up as soon as he landed, and started broadcasting the encrypted short wave signal. If the spymaster was here, he'd pick it up. And with Leia's personal code, hopefully he'd be listened to.
The message itself was short, and sweet: 'Operation Sky Soar now in effect.'
Leia had said that the man would know what that meant. All Poe could do, for now, was pace on the landing pad, glancing at BB-8 every few seconds, and wait for a reply.
Rule 63 future au
Apr. 17th, 2018 08:18 pmswitchedsides
They'd done it. After so long fighting, they'd defeated the First Order. They celebrated, cheered, toasted to all those whose lives had been lost in the process. Emotions were high, and at one moment or another, Finn and Poe had turned their celebration into something a little more ...private. It was nothing new for them. They'd fallen into each other's arms more than a few times during the war, after a particularly stressful mission, an exciting victory or crushing defeat. Seeking company, or stress relief, or just mindless abandon. Now, they turned to each other out of sheer joy, celebrating their victory and each other's bodies.
It wasn't until the morning light peeked through the window blinds that it occurred to Finn, there would be no next battle. Next mission. There was just... Peace. And Poe. Poe and her. They would have to decide what to do now, both with themselves and, well, with each other.
622/Poe - OT AU - What Sin Loyalty?
Apr. 17th, 2018 08:18 pmloyal_soldier
The viewport had cracked with the first impact. Not a full fracture, but enough. He'd only caught sight of it for a moment before the infiltrator revealed himself and fired on him. He'd failed utterly, that proved it to him. But for a single, merciful minute, he'd been able to do what he was made for.
622/Poe - MoM AU - Porter Shenanigans
Apr. 7th, 2018 07:43 pmflightforfreedom
Poe woke up with a start, and no idea of where he was or how he got there. He was laying on his back, almost half covered by ivy and ferns, with several sticks sticking into his spine. Above him, impossibly tall trees (or they would seem impossible tall, to someone not born on Yavin) towered over him, covered with moss and blocking out most of the sunlight. He blinked, stupidly, mouth slightly open, before pushing himself upright.
What the hell had happened?
Last thing he remembered, he'd been at home, just coming in from work, and BB-8 had been rolling along behind him. Then he'd heard a voice in his head - a woman murmuring something about emergency procedures, and--
And he was here.
He stood up, a little too quickly, whipping around.
"BB-8? Buddy?" But the droid was nowhere to be seen, and Poe swore as he reached for his communica-- No. No communicator. Okay, he opened his neural link to the netw-- Nope.
No neural link.
Poe wasn't prone to panic, but he was definitely fucking worried now.
"BB-8, buddy, where are you--"
Transported to Poe's time from MoM AU
Apr. 7th, 2018 12:50 amflightforfreedom"I'll contact you as soon as I can," he promised. He didn't have time to explain their presence to Leia or the other admirals. Not now. So getting them out of the fight as soon as possible was the best option right now.
And then everything went to hell.
The signal from Crait to the outer rim was a dire one. With Leia's personal code attached, it was a desperate move. They were doomed, they were dying. They needed a rescue. The signal died mere hours after it began.
It was two days later that Poe finally could get access to a hyperspace communicator array strong enough to reach their shuttle, as well as enough privacy to actually be able to use it. He encrypted it with the key that he had given Kaytoo before they left, then tried to connect.
"Rogue One, this is Black Leader, do you copy? Please tell me that you guys are alive, out there--"
