Poe's arrival [Closed]
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quietpines_mainPoe arrives in Quiet Pines.
Poe loved the silence of space. It was just an endless stretch of stars and the steady thrum of his X-wing’s engines. He could spend forever up here. Which was probably a good thing since he’d been flying for so long now that, even with all the hours he’d clocked in a cockpit, his ass was going numb.
Shifting in his seat, Poe stretched as much as the space would allow and checked the time. Another few hours of quiet skies and it would be time to head home. He had a hot meal and a warm bed with his name on it. Maybe Finn and Rey would--
BB-8 beeped shrilly.
Poe’s brow furrowed. “You’re picking up a distress signal?” He looked at the display monitor on his instrument panel. Coordinates and a repeated, desperate SOS filled the screen.
“Kriff,” Poe swore quietly. He knew he should report back with this, but by then the signal could be gone, whoever was in trouble could be beyond help. “Alright. Punch in the coordinates, little buddy. We’re going.”
Whistling, BB-8 did as asked. The hum of the engines grew louder and in a flash of blue-white light the X-wing launched into lightspeed. Seconds later, it came out the other side over a desert. It was sand as far as the eye could see, rolling hills of it and stretches of parched earth.
Confused, Poe leaned to look out the window. “Where the--” A tremor rolled from the starfighter’s engines to its nose and suddenly an explosion rocked the entire the metal frame. It slammed him against the side of the cockpit, driving the air out of his lungs. The warning lights on his instrument panel lit up like a fireworks display. “Shit! What was that?” The yoke shuddered in his hands. He held on tighter, but the X-wing swayed on its own accord all the same.
Poe eyes flicked to his scanners as he tried to steady the starfighter. It hadn’t been a hit. There was nothing there. The X-wing jerked and shuddered again. It see-sawed wildly, then dropped so fast Poe’s stomach went up into his throat. Helpless where she was, BB-8 whirred and screeched.
“It’s alright, little buddy! We’re okay!” Poe reassured as he fought with the controls, then muttered urgently to himself, “Shit shit shit. Come on, come on...”
The X-wing shook and took a sharp dive. Swearing, Poe yanked back on the yoke to turn the crash as much into a controlled fall as he could. He braced himself for impact. The X-wing hit the ground in a spray of sand, knocking him about like a ragdoll. His vision went white as his head smacked against the window and pain lanced through his shoulder as he was jerked against his harness.
Well. It wasn’t much of a landing, but it was a landing.
As the dust settled around him, Poe gave himself a moment to take stock of his situation. He was in one piece, though his shoulder throbbed painfully. There was a sticky wetness on his forehead too, and a headache was starting to form at the base of his skull. Hopefully it wasn’t a concussion.
Poe reached for his harness. The movement made the cockpit spin and sent sharp, sudden stab racing down his arm. He hissed, grimacing against it, and went still. Yup. Definitely a concussion. And a nice, dislocated shoulder to go with it. Moving more slowly, he unbuckled his harness and slipped free. Arm cradled against his chest, he climbed out of the cockpit. He partly landed, mostly fell, onto the ground on the other side. BB-8, already having lowered herself from her compartment, rolled up beside him and trilled in concern.
Patting her head, Poe reassured, “Don’t worry about me. How’re you?”
BB-8 flashed him a thumbs-up with her lighter. He smiled; she’d picked that up from Finn. He looked away from her and out at the desert ahead of him. There was nothing. He turned in a slow circle. Nothing, nothing, and more nothing. He couldn’t understand. Why had they jumped out of lightspeed planetside? Where was the ship in distress? It didn’t make any sense.
Poe turned his attention back onto his droid. “Where are we?”
Tilting back on her sphere to look at him, BB-8 twittered and whistled worriedly. It was an answer that made his stomach go cold. Unknown galaxy. Unregistered planet. They were lost. No one knew where they had gone, and they were lost.
Poe sighed quietly, then, resolutely, held himself taller. “Come on, Bee-Bee-Ate, let’s get ourselves off this rock.” Ignoring his body’s complaints, he one-armed hauled himself up onto the side of his X-wing. He grabbed his emergency kit and dropped back down onto the ground. Slinging the bag over his good shoulder, he started out into the desert. Soon, his X-wing was out of sight and it was just him, BB-8, and a lot of sand.
Hours, or what felt like it, later, Poe was still trudging through the sand. He was exhausted. His shoulder throbbed painfully with every step and his head spun. Just as he started to (not for the first time) wonder if he should have stayed with his X-wing, a walled city rose up over a dune. He grinned as BB-8 burst into excited beeps.
“Yeah, buddy, we’re almost home,” Poe agreed and picked up his pace, hurrying toward the city. As he grew closer, a sign came into view. It was old and weathered and looked like nothing he’d ever seen before.
Welcome to Quiet Pines
Poe shifted the weight of his bag, looked at BB-8, and then went inside.
Poe loved the silence of space. It was just an endless stretch of stars and the steady thrum of his X-wing’s engines. He could spend forever up here. Which was probably a good thing since he’d been flying for so long now that, even with all the hours he’d clocked in a cockpit, his ass was going numb.
Shifting in his seat, Poe stretched as much as the space would allow and checked the time. Another few hours of quiet skies and it would be time to head home. He had a hot meal and a warm bed with his name on it. Maybe Finn and Rey would--
BB-8 beeped shrilly.
Poe’s brow furrowed. “You’re picking up a distress signal?” He looked at the display monitor on his instrument panel. Coordinates and a repeated, desperate SOS filled the screen.
“Kriff,” Poe swore quietly. He knew he should report back with this, but by then the signal could be gone, whoever was in trouble could be beyond help. “Alright. Punch in the coordinates, little buddy. We’re going.”
Whistling, BB-8 did as asked. The hum of the engines grew louder and in a flash of blue-white light the X-wing launched into lightspeed. Seconds later, it came out the other side over a desert. It was sand as far as the eye could see, rolling hills of it and stretches of parched earth.
Confused, Poe leaned to look out the window. “Where the--” A tremor rolled from the starfighter’s engines to its nose and suddenly an explosion rocked the entire the metal frame. It slammed him against the side of the cockpit, driving the air out of his lungs. The warning lights on his instrument panel lit up like a fireworks display. “Shit! What was that?” The yoke shuddered in his hands. He held on tighter, but the X-wing swayed on its own accord all the same.
Poe eyes flicked to his scanners as he tried to steady the starfighter. It hadn’t been a hit. There was nothing there. The X-wing jerked and shuddered again. It see-sawed wildly, then dropped so fast Poe’s stomach went up into his throat. Helpless where she was, BB-8 whirred and screeched.
“It’s alright, little buddy! We’re okay!” Poe reassured as he fought with the controls, then muttered urgently to himself, “Shit shit shit. Come on, come on...”
The X-wing shook and took a sharp dive. Swearing, Poe yanked back on the yoke to turn the crash as much into a controlled fall as he could. He braced himself for impact. The X-wing hit the ground in a spray of sand, knocking him about like a ragdoll. His vision went white as his head smacked against the window and pain lanced through his shoulder as he was jerked against his harness.
Well. It wasn’t much of a landing, but it was a landing.
As the dust settled around him, Poe gave himself a moment to take stock of his situation. He was in one piece, though his shoulder throbbed painfully. There was a sticky wetness on his forehead too, and a headache was starting to form at the base of his skull. Hopefully it wasn’t a concussion.
Poe reached for his harness. The movement made the cockpit spin and sent sharp, sudden stab racing down his arm. He hissed, grimacing against it, and went still. Yup. Definitely a concussion. And a nice, dislocated shoulder to go with it. Moving more slowly, he unbuckled his harness and slipped free. Arm cradled against his chest, he climbed out of the cockpit. He partly landed, mostly fell, onto the ground on the other side. BB-8, already having lowered herself from her compartment, rolled up beside him and trilled in concern.
Patting her head, Poe reassured, “Don’t worry about me. How’re you?”
BB-8 flashed him a thumbs-up with her lighter. He smiled; she’d picked that up from Finn. He looked away from her and out at the desert ahead of him. There was nothing. He turned in a slow circle. Nothing, nothing, and more nothing. He couldn’t understand. Why had they jumped out of lightspeed planetside? Where was the ship in distress? It didn’t make any sense.
Poe turned his attention back onto his droid. “Where are we?”
Tilting back on her sphere to look at him, BB-8 twittered and whistled worriedly. It was an answer that made his stomach go cold. Unknown galaxy. Unregistered planet. They were lost. No one knew where they had gone, and they were lost.
Poe sighed quietly, then, resolutely, held himself taller. “Come on, Bee-Bee-Ate, let’s get ourselves off this rock.” Ignoring his body’s complaints, he one-armed hauled himself up onto the side of his X-wing. He grabbed his emergency kit and dropped back down onto the ground. Slinging the bag over his good shoulder, he started out into the desert. Soon, his X-wing was out of sight and it was just him, BB-8, and a lot of sand.
Hours, or what felt like it, later, Poe was still trudging through the sand. He was exhausted. His shoulder throbbed painfully with every step and his head spun. Just as he started to (not for the first time) wonder if he should have stayed with his X-wing, a walled city rose up over a dune. He grinned as BB-8 burst into excited beeps.
“Yeah, buddy, we’re almost home,” Poe agreed and picked up his pace, hurrying toward the city. As he grew closer, a sign came into view. It was old and weathered and looked like nothing he’d ever seen before.
Welcome to Quiet Pines
Poe shifted the weight of his bag, looked at BB-8, and then went inside.
