[he glances at finn but doesn't say anything. of course he trusts realistic. because realistic is more negative and he can't get him to drink his idealistic koolaid. poe is only realistic when he has to be. like right now, when they're essentially going dumpster diving for a ship.
the train rolls around to level 1782 really quickly, and then poe is leading finn out by the hand with bb-8 rolling behind. they walk through another subway station which i'm sure is equally as disgustingly fascinating as the one they set off from (but poe will stop for a moment if finn would also like to take it in), and then they're taking the stairs into
you guessed it it's a junkyard. idk what else finn could expect from poe's descriptions of where they were going, but in case there was any doubt: it sure is a junkyard. it's walled with scrap metal and guess what! not just old broken discarded ships, but also airspeeders, hovertrains, and billboards. the true essence of coruscant…'s trash. also included: rats. not creepy mutant star wars alien rats, just normal rats. sniffing around, going about their business. what a great place. poe dameron really knows how to treat a date.
speaking of poe, he's taking all this in like yep this sure is … a lot. he didn't really know what to expect. he probably did a quick datapad search like "where does coruscant throw out their trash" and was like yep that's the level for me. that's as far as he got into that particular plan. and now he's arrived and doesn't even know where to begin.]
This is … we can do this.
[on a scale of nervous wreck to completely self-assured, that was like a 4/10.]
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the train rolls around to level 1782 really quickly, and then poe is leading finn out by the hand with bb-8 rolling behind. they walk through another subway station which i'm sure is equally as disgustingly fascinating as the one they set off from (but poe will stop for a moment if finn would also like to take it in), and then they're taking the stairs into
you guessed it it's a junkyard. idk what else finn could expect from poe's descriptions of where they were going, but in case there was any doubt: it sure is a junkyard. it's walled with scrap metal and guess what! not just old broken discarded ships, but also airspeeders, hovertrains, and billboards. the true essence of coruscant…'s trash. also included: rats. not creepy mutant star wars alien rats, just normal rats. sniffing around, going about their business. what a great place. poe dameron really knows how to treat a date.
speaking of poe, he's taking all this in like yep this sure is … a lot. he didn't really know what to expect. he probably did a quick datapad search like "where does coruscant throw out their trash" and was like yep that's the level for me. that's as far as he got into that particular plan. and now he's arrived and doesn't even know where to begin.]
This is … we can do this.
[on a scale of nervous wreck to completely self-assured, that was like a 4/10.]