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WISH LIST
★ my dark au kink:
+ being captured by the first order and subjected to reconditioning
+ trying to turn him back with the power of gay love and friendship (and possibly failing)
+ he was always a first order tie fighter pilot instead of winter soldiered
+ poe and finn first order murder squad (dynamics if they were both stormtroopers? running away together?)
+ ^ part b: the fam that gets captured and reconditioned together… stays…together…
+ Interesting Dynamics with kylo and hux from dark aus
★ finn stuff
+ what will they do after the war? romantic vacations? homesteading? sending finn's spit to space 23andme?
+ infinite escape reimagining/aus, stormpilot escape room reigning champions
★ rey stuff
+ relationship of convenience because they're both In Denial
+ sith princess rey aus where he tries to save her and/or she turns him
★ kylo stuff
+ infinite interrogating/torture room reimagining/aus
+ ^ part b: stockholm syndrome?
+ We Need to Talk about Leia
★ general
+ honestly anything regarding leia (esp processing grief post-tros)
+ talking about his sketchy spice runner past (possibly playing things taking place during that time in his life?)
+ ^ same for things taking place during academy/new republic tbh
+ i love aus. modern aus, vampire aus, a/b/o aus, let's au the entire world
+ i prefer m/m for poe but am good with most ships
kinks if ya nasty
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Leave. Just leave. [ Though she echoes his words there's nothing mocking in her tone. ] I'm glad it always seems so simple to everyone else. Like the thought never occurred to me before.
[ Shaking her head, she comes closer to him as she continues speaking. ]
Do you think this will all disappear without me here? Do you honestly think the Order is made to fall apart so easily? I'm not talking numbers, I'm talking functionality. Structure. Hux, who arguably led the fleet, has been dead barely a few hours and a suitable replacement has already been appointed. There are contingency plans in place for countless situations. The First Order itself is, in a way, a contingency plan that has flourished.
[ As she regards him for a few moments, there's a part of her that sincerely wishes it were so easy. That anything in her life could be so simple. It certainly sounds novel, and right up there with the idea of a normal life. Something that didn't exist for anyone in her bloodline. Following in her father's footsteps would have been the closest to normal that she could have found. ]
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That doesn't mean it needs to keep going with you in it. All I'm hearing is a bunch of excuses.
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For being my mother's favorite, you clearly haven't picked up much from her.
[ A slight glare is maintained as she loosely crosses her arms, brushing off the pain from her wounded shoulder at the motion. Something she would have to have properly attended to at some point. ]
She could have walked away. Let the galaxy deal with its problems on its own after people were happy to turn their backs on us. [ Sure, Brianna didn't know exactly how things went down in the Senate (apart from information available on the HoloNet later, and from a few classified First Order files much later) but she didn't need to be told. She knew how most of the other students reacted when the news finally made it to the isolated corner of the galaxy they were in. Heard and saw how some in more civilized areas reacted to certain names both before and after. ] Instead she doubled down on fighting against the newest version of the Empire. And knowing her, it probably wouldn't have dissuaded her if she'd known what she was actually up against.
[ At which point she sighs, shifting a little, because it seems she's going to have to voice a decision she didn't make all that long ago. Really she only made it... well. When she found out from Poe her mother was still alive. ]
Maybe I could leave. Maybe. But if I'm not in charge then there's nothing to keep the First Order from killing her, one way or another.
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(he reminded her of luke, not herself. she liked that he was reckless. he could try to cling to that.) ]
If you're the one that's protecting her, why can't you do it from her side? I don't get it.
[ it felt pointlessly circular. (was this what bickering with a sibling felt like?) he's pretty sure, at this point, that he's not actually making any headway. that moment has come and gone. the only thing that keeps him going is the hope of stalling — the more time he spends flinging himself at the brick wall that is kylo ren's... narcissism? martyr complex? something. the longer he does that, the more time he avoids brainwashing. ]
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[ Brianna rolls her eyes, an increasing part of her wondering why she's even bothering. If she wants to try and get him to understand anything, it would be far easier to do it once she's shifted his allegiances. Not that anyone ever understands her viewpoint — or tries to. ]
I care about her, I don't give a damn about the Resistance. [ Or the First Order, deep down, if she's entirely honest. It's as she told Rey. Sometimes old things just needed to end, to die. ] Eventually she'll have to see and accept her side is fighting a battle they can't possibly win. In the meantime, there's plenty of galaxy that I can send the fleet to that keeps them well away from her. Can't very well do that if I'm not here, in control of things.
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You're so difficult. Why does anyone even bother with you? It's like talking to a wall.
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Just as quick Brianna's expression turns stern as she approaches him and when she reaches out it's not to do anything with the Force but simply to poke him in the chest. ]
My being difficult is the only reason you're not another faceless stormtrooper right now, let alone still alive. Don't make me regret my assessment of finding you useful.
[ With a huff she moves to walk past him, considering the conversation over. She didn't get shot just to stand there and let him insult her. Clearly his willingness to listen was only on the condition he heard something he wanted to hear. ]
Get some rest, Dameron. We go to the Supremacy tomorrow and your training will begin.
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Training, huh? Can't say I'm feeling all that thankful.
[ he doesn't have to ask what for, but he wonders what "training" entails. how much is going to end up being brainwashing after all. he knows he failed, but how hard? the fact that she just poked him instead of force choking him is... something? it's more than nothing. ]
sends you the customary novella to transition to a new scene
And yet, she left without altering the pilot's mind in any way. Interesting, that.
Her sleep is fitful and inconsistent, not so much due to any concerns about further attempts on her life but due to the conflict within her. If anything, she should have slept peacefully now that Hux was gone. However, when hatching her plan to turn the Resistance's greatest asset into a powerful weapon against them, she didn't account for the chance of finding any points of commonality with him. (Or on her mother still being alive. That changed much, whether she cared to acknowledge it or not.)
When the next day comes Kylo sees that a meal is sent Poe's way while she tends to matters that demand her immediate attention. An ally of the former General's was sniffed out during the night and she disposes of them, feeling that no one who was terribly close to Hux could be trusted. Paranoia or sensible caution, take your pick. It's around midday when she instructs two of the Knights to bring Poe over to the flagship, having gone over about an hour earlier herself to feel things out and make sure there were no unpleasant surprises waiting for her.
The room he's ultimately brought to isn't interrogation or anything of the sort, but a practical training room. It's bright and somewhat sparse by comparison to what he's perhaps become accustomed to seeing on First Order ships, with a rack or two of practice weapons along one wall.
She's already present, standing to the side conversing with one of the other Knights when Poe arrives. Kylo gives a nod to one of the Knights with him, dismissing them, before she shifts her attention to Poe. Her gaze skims over him in a mildly appraising way, like she needs to check that he's remained unharmed while out of her sight. ]
According to your file, you have a surprising amount of proficiency in hand-to-hand combat. [ Surprising because so many had taken to relying on blasters and not bothering with the basics. ] Let's see how good you really are, hmm?
[ The Knight beside her pulls something out of a pocket and tosses it to Poe; it's the hilt of a training lightsaber, the blade carefully attuned to do only a fraction of the damage of a normal saber blade. No cutting through flesh or metal, but it would still hurt and leave welts or minor burns if hit with it. Kylo loosely crosses her arms as the Knight walks over to take a staff off the weapon rack, casually spinning it, obviously intended to play sparring partner. ]
I know you're not Force-sensitive but a saber is a powerful weapon in anyone's hands, if a person knows how to use it. [ If the comment sounds like a challenge, it's because she meant it that way. ]
apparently i completely lost this tag?!
Yeah? How's it turn on?
[ after turning it in one hand to make sure he's not going to accidentally stab himself, he pushes the button his fingers graze against. and is still trying not to look like he's in awe of the shiny plasma that comes out, even if it is baby plasma for babies. ]
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And honestly, she'd be lying if she said there wasn't some part of her that wants to crack a smile at the emotion freely coming off of him. There's a certain purity to the simple... joy? awe? she can sense from Poe. It's been such a very long time since she's felt anything like that, even second-hand as it is. ]
I see you found the switch. [ she muses, albeit not nearly as dry and sarcastically as she might with anyone else. ] It's simple on and off. The blade cannot be broken, unless the crystal within becomes damaged. [ Not something she's concerned about but this is new to him, and she needs to keep that in mind. Like training a new padawan.
The knight, having idly been toying with the staff while the moment was transpiring, takes a more serious pose when Kylo gives him a nod and squares up opposite Poe, going entirely still before making a move to 'attack'. ]