KyloGlenn
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‘...Please hurry. Don’t know how much time some of us have left here. Be inconspicuous.’ Poe recalled part of the message they deciphered. It came to them encrypted and they were quick to unravel the true words behind the message. The desperation that came with a set of coordinates. And if someone else was watching, on the lookout for out of the ordinary messages, they would be quick to put the pieces together, as well. Poe just hoped the Resistance had been quick enough.
He wouldn’t know until he got there.
Poe was fully aware that this could be a trap. Leia, too. But they’d both agreed it was worth the risk. Poe could get himself out of a lot of sticky situations. And they needed to be on top of First Order business. More lives than his were at stake.
Be inconspicuous. That Poe could do. He abandoned his X-Wing and his orange flight suit for this mission, borrowing a still small, but less incriminating ship. One thing he refused to leave behind for this trip was his beloved droid, BB-8. Other than being a great companion, the droid could be quite useful. And if anything happened to Poe, he hoped BB-8 could find its way back to the Resistance.
The two closed in on the planet of Eiram. Poe didn’t know too much about Eiram, if there was anything special about it. He did know it had some relation to ships and shipyards, but he didn’t know how much of the planet was industrial. Whatever the case may be, the coordinates he followed had him finding himself in the middle of rusted and scrapped ships. It didn’t seem like there was much life to this area, but he could see movement and objects in the distance, outlines of buildings and such.
His ship blended in well enough, he decided as he landed it. “You got the instructions out, buddy?” Poe asked his droid. Along with the message and coordinates, there had been a series of dashes and points. They’d assumed it was further directions of where to go once he was on the planet. They’d soon find out, though, as BB-8 beeped his confirmation, pulling up a holo with the presumed directions. “Alright, let’s find out what we’re dealing with.” Poe didn’t even know who or what they were looking for, exactly, the message saying they’d know when they got there. It was safe to say Poe Dameron’s hand ghosted over his blaster with each sway of his arms, ready to withdraw should things turn south.
As lonely as the maze of parts seemed to be, Poe didn’t feel very alone.
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Rain pounded away at the exterior of Uthe’s capitol building, water droplets running down the expansive glass windows that covered the building, casting shadows through the very halls Jillian was hurrying down. It was dreary, and if Jillian didn’t know any better she’d say it was ominous. But dark skies and heavy rain were not unusual for Uthe.
The furious click of her shoes on the hard ground is what gave Jillian’s presence away, the sound familiar to the man waiting for her. “You’re late,” he grumbled as soon as he felt her standing beside him, not even sparing a glance to confirm it was her. He didn’t need to.
Jillian huddled just inside the building, avoiding being drenched by the rain that doused the docking bay. “No. Not late. Never late,” she said, slightly out of breath from her march. To prove her point, she held up the datapad she’d clutched the entire trek to her destination, pointing to the time displayed. “As scheduled.” Jillian had a knack for that, somehow managing to time herself correctly. She was never late, however she was rarely early.
“If you’re not early, you’re late.” He insisted as if reading her thoughts, finally looking at her in time to catch her rolling her eyes.
His eyebrow raised, and she sighed as she fussed with her hair. “Apologies, your highness.” She said. Normally, Jillian just called him by his name. Thane, the older man, was the reigning monarch of Uthe. He’d never quite taken to being called the king or anything of the sort, and so Jillian referred to him as such teasingly. He was strict, but not unkind to her. He often brushed her off easily. They'd gotten used to each other over the years. “I’m here before they are, aren’t I?”
They, being the First Order. Whoever they were sending to meet with them. Thane had several advisors, and aside from him vaguely asking her opinion – which had been, essentially ‘if it’s what you think is best’ – she hadn’t been as involved in whatever alliance they were forming. She knew who had been advising him, his military counselors, his Senate connections. So, she wasn’t exactly sure why she of all people had been asked to aid him during this meeting. She wasn’t one to deny him.
So, Jillian waited alongside Thane and a few others that made up the welcome committee, watching the skies for whatever ship these First Order people arrived in.
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He wouldn’t know until he got there.
Poe was fully aware that this could be a trap. Leia, too. But they’d both agreed it was worth the risk. Poe could get himself out of a lot of sticky situations. And they needed to be on top of First Order business. More lives than his were at stake.
Be inconspicuous. That Poe could do. He abandoned his X-Wing and his orange flight suit for this mission, borrowing a still small, but less incriminating ship. One thing he refused to leave behind for this trip was his beloved droid, BB-8. Other than being a great companion, the droid could be quite useful. And if anything happened to Poe, he hoped BB-8 could find its way back to the Resistance.
The two closed in on the planet of Eiram. Poe didn’t know too much about Eiram, if there was anything special about it. He did know it had some relation to ships and shipyards, but he didn’t know how much of the planet was industrial. Whatever the case may be, the coordinates he followed had him finding himself in the middle of rusted and scrapped ships. It didn’t seem like there was much life to this area, but he could see movement and objects in the distance, outlines of buildings and such.
His ship blended in well enough, he decided as he landed it. “You got the instructions out, buddy?” Poe asked his droid. Along with the message and coordinates, there had been a series of dashes and points. They’d assumed it was further directions of where to go once he was on the planet. They’d soon find out, though, as BB-8 beeped his confirmation, pulling up a holo with the presumed directions. “Alright, let’s find out what we’re dealing with.” Poe didn’t even know who or what they were looking for, exactly, the message saying they’d know when they got there. It was safe to say Poe Dameron’s hand ghosted over his blaster with each sway of his arms, ready to withdraw should things turn south.
As lonely as the maze of parts seemed to be, Poe didn’t feel very alone.
-
Rain pounded away at the exterior of Uthe’s capitol building, water droplets running down the expansive glass windows that covered the building, casting shadows through the very halls Jillian was hurrying down. It was dreary, and if Jillian didn’t know any better she’d say it was ominous. But dark skies and heavy rain were not unusual for Uthe.
The furious click of her shoes on the hard ground is what gave Jillian’s presence away, the sound familiar to the man waiting for her. “You’re late,” he grumbled as soon as he felt her standing beside him, not even sparing a glance to confirm it was her. He didn’t need to.
Jillian huddled just inside the building, avoiding being drenched by the rain that doused the docking bay. “No. Not late. Never late,” she said, slightly out of breath from her march. To prove her point, she held up the datapad she’d clutched the entire trek to her destination, pointing to the time displayed. “As scheduled.” Jillian had a knack for that, somehow managing to time herself correctly. She was never late, however she was rarely early.
“If you’re not early, you’re late.” He insisted as if reading her thoughts, finally looking at her in time to catch her rolling her eyes.
His eyebrow raised, and she sighed as she fussed with her hair. “Apologies, your highness.” She said. Normally, Jillian just called him by his name. Thane, the older man, was the reigning monarch of Uthe. He’d never quite taken to being called the king or anything of the sort, and so Jillian referred to him as such teasingly. He was strict, but not unkind to her. He often brushed her off easily. They'd gotten used to each other over the years. “I’m here before they are, aren’t I?”
They, being the First Order. Whoever they were sending to meet with them. Thane had several advisors, and aside from him vaguely asking her opinion – which had been, essentially ‘if it’s what you think is best’ – she hadn’t been as involved in whatever alliance they were forming. She knew who had been advising him, his military counselors, his Senate connections. So, she wasn’t exactly sure why she of all people had been asked to aid him during this meeting. She wasn’t one to deny him.
So, Jillian waited alongside Thane and a few others that made up the welcome committee, watching the skies for whatever ship these First Order people arrived in.
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