[[ because we don't have enough, right? x.x I'm sorry, the scene popped in my head out of the blue while driving and I didn't want it to go to waste. totally content for this to sit in the backlog until whenever or to gather dust. <3 ]]
[ The battle rages for what feels like forever. They bend but don't break, the front line holds steady, and finally... finally the tide changes. She can feel it in her bones, when the energy shifts and desperation rises in the other side. The fight isn't over but she knows how it will end, which side will stand victorious and watch the other flee. It might not be the last battle but if not such was coming close.
But with desperation came different risks. Cornered animals fought differently than confident ones. People became unpredictable and fearless when certain they were going to die.
Jasmine's in the thick of the fray, having abandoned her sniper's perch once the perimeter threats were taken out and the big guns damaged. She could do more good on the ground than picking the troopers off one by one, particularly once it became trickier to hit a foe without risking a friend. In the distance she can sense the Light and Dark fighting but she's not needed there. The Jedi's skills have grown sharp and Rey can handle Kylo Ren on her own, though Jasmine's fairly certain Finn is somewhere in the vicinity.
Suddenly, in the midst of a squad of stormtroopers, something rips through her like an icy shard right at her heart. The sensation is so strong and sudden it makes her drop to a knee, empty hand going to her chest like she needs to confirm there's not a physical wound there. It takes only a split second for the realization to hit -- ]
No... no no no...
[ Emotion surges within her and she releases it in a blast, a concussive wave of the Force taking out the troopers surrounding her. Before the last one hits the ground she's off and running. Following the thread of familiar energy that's built over weeks and months from conversations and emotions and hope.
That thread leads her around a destroyed transport and she catches a glimpse of his jacket before her eyes lock on the troopers closing in. Her power sends them flying, and her blaster takes out the one trying to get the drop on her from behind the transport. ]
Poe! Oh please, no... [ She's at his side in an instant, dropping to her knees in the dirt and immediately trying to see where he's hurt. Maybe it's not so bad. Maybe that pulse through the Force was just a warning to catch her attention. Oh, Jasmine hopes that's all it was. It's been so long since she's tried to heal she doesn't even know if she can anymore. ]
just gonna throw this over here rather than in the 'last words' meme to be worked on at our leisure
[ The battle rages for what feels like forever. They bend but don't break, the front line holds steady, and finally... finally the tide changes. She can feel it in her bones, when the energy shifts and desperation rises in the other side. The fight isn't over but she knows how it will end, which side will stand victorious and watch the other flee. It might not be the last battle but if not such was coming close.
But with desperation came different risks. Cornered animals fought differently than confident ones. People became unpredictable and fearless when certain they were going to die.
Jasmine's in the thick of the fray, having abandoned her sniper's perch once the perimeter threats were taken out and the big guns damaged. She could do more good on the ground than picking the troopers off one by one, particularly once it became trickier to hit a foe without risking a friend. In the distance she can sense the Light and Dark fighting but she's not needed there. The Jedi's skills have grown sharp and Rey can handle Kylo Ren on her own, though Jasmine's fairly certain Finn is somewhere in the vicinity.
Suddenly, in the midst of a squad of stormtroopers, something rips through her like an icy shard right at her heart. The sensation is so strong and sudden it makes her drop to a knee, empty hand going to her chest like she needs to confirm there's not a physical wound there. It takes only a split second for the realization to hit -- ]
No... no no no...
[ Emotion surges within her and she releases it in a blast, a concussive wave of the Force taking out the troopers surrounding her. Before the last one hits the ground she's off and running. Following the thread of familiar energy that's built over weeks and months from conversations and emotions and hope.
That thread leads her around a destroyed transport and she catches a glimpse of his jacket before her eyes lock on the troopers closing in. Her power sends them flying, and her blaster takes out the one trying to get the drop on her from behind the transport. ]
Poe! Oh please, no... [ She's at his side in an instant, dropping to her knees in the dirt and immediately trying to see where he's hurt. Maybe it's not so bad. Maybe that pulse through the Force was just a warning to catch her attention. Oh, Jasmine hopes that's all it was. It's been so long since she's tried to heal she doesn't even know if she can anymore. ]