“I think I should be the one asking the questions here, Stranger.” Maris was well acquainted with the raw emotion that was fear, so it was not difficult when - with only minimal effort on her part - she was able to reach out with the force and quickly recognized the distinct unease and worry that was so quickly coming over the man. 

“Now, tell me, who are you? What are you doing here? And…..” Her eyelids narrowed into observant slits as she trailed off for a second. “-Are you injured?”

“ You sure? I feel like I should be doing… somethin’.” The thought of sitting and doing nothing has him wary as the tension of recent events trap his body in a constant state of vigilance. Ready to move, ready to fight, ready to survive. He’s always handled a crisis much better than the lull that follows it, always felt more competent in action as opposed to picking up the pieces. Where do they go from here?

It’s a quandary he’s not yet ready to grapple with, and with a brief shake of his head he pushes it to the back of his racing thoughts; for now, it might serve better to focus on the rescue they’ve been granted. Poe knows he’s not the only one who had believed with a sinking resignation that the rest of the galaxy had lost its hope, and turned its back on them. For this man to then show up, with provisions and relief for them all feels nothing short of MIRACULOUS.

“ Oh hey, you don’t have to do that. You’ve done more than enough - for all of us.” Gratitude runs as deeply as his weariness; he’s half inclined to suggest that he ought to be bringing the famed older pilot food instead; to say that they all owe him big time would be severely understating things. 

// closed starter for @awakenedtower

“Uncle Bodhi!” Poe ran up to his psuedo relative and wrapped his tiny little arms around the elder man’s hip. “Can we check out your x-wing today?” 

“I’m uncle now?” Chuckling softly Bodhi was quick to pick up Poe, his prosthetic arm taking the brunt of the small boy's weight as he pulled him close. “Well, I don’t see why not. Does your mother know where you are?”

Starter for @awakenedtower !

A defector. Much like the droid himself, Bodhi Rook once belonged to the Empire. As K-2SO understands, this makes them similar beings, in that they once pledged allegiance to one entity ( though the idea of “pledging” allegiance is not something the droid has done on his own ) before belonging to a different one entirely. In K-2′s case, he remains loyal to Captain Andor, and through him, the Rebellion. He is useful in this way. He helps people, as he has been told.

“I do believe our actions save more lives then they spend, don’t you think so?” K-2 isn’t sure, himself. He’s seen mass killings of other human beings - of other droids - in the name of self-prescribed “justice”. He has had moral code explained to him, and the droid has never been able to process the gray area associated with it. Sometimes, atrocities such as killing children were unspeakably horrible. Other times, they served as “necessary evils” that needed to be performed for the concept of “the greater good”.

“Killing people is bad. But killing the right people - that’s meant to be good. It’s a very odd system you humans have sorted out for yourselves. It’s a wonder you don’t walk around with constant headaches.”

@awakenedtower // bc we talked about this forever ago

Anger courses through her veins and bristles from her skin. She realizes that other people can read her—as she stalks down the hallway, fists clenched, a path clears, people jumping out of her way. Solo. She scoffed audibly, only drawing more attention to herself. How was he always getting himself into trouble? He was an incredibly pilot and had certainly proved himself useful to their cause, and yet he caused them just as much damage.

The scoundrel had gotten himself captured, no doubt for the ever growing bounty on the man’s head. Leia had approached Mothma, as well as many other of the leaders in order to set up a rescue and had been promptly shut down; they did not have the resources to spend right now. She had understood, of course. The young woman had been preparing her entire life for a leadership position but, she could not help but feel betrayal. Solo had become an integral part of their system; had helped save her life as well as help with the recent destruction of the Death Star.

It was decided nearly instantly that she would simply find her own resources. She needed a pilot, a good one—Klytus V was not an easy place to get to, and she knew exactly the man to approach; so long as he was up for the job.

The door to the medbay slid open, an older model medical droid stomped about, and she nods politely at the few medics the Alliance had. “ I’d like a moment alone with Lieutenant Rook, if that’s alright. ” She manages a smile and the room is cleared, leaving only the two of them.

“ —Lieutenant Rook. ” She pauses, voice warm and smiling softly at the older man. “ How are you feeling? ”