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newgenwraith) wrote2016-01-01 01:26 pm
newgenwraith) wrote2016-01-01 01:26 pm
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fic } Me and My Big Mouth
"You talk first, or do I talk first? Kinda hard to understand you with all that apparatus..."
Poe knew he was going to regret those words later, but sarcasm was a natural defense mechanism for him. The son of a starfighter pilot and a commando made is almost a guarantee that he was going to bring himself his own fair share of trouble through him mouth. In fact, during his training, General Antilles had often threatened to send him off to train with Captain Loran because of his sarcasm - "revenge" the General said, and Poe wasn't sure he wanted to know what that meant.
He also knew that with the First Order, his smart mouth was not going to save him now. In fact, unless he spontaneously developed Force powers and a lightsaber appeared in his pants, Poe was not going to live long past the upcoming torture session. That meant to him that he needed to find a way to keep BB-8's existence a secret until he died so that the droid had a chance to make it back to General Organa with the map to her brother.
"You know, I'm not really used to accommodations like this. The cockpit is more my style. I could fly if you want: I mean I was watching you land and all and you really need a better -"
The stormtrooper in the silver armor threw him into a seat while the two that had dragged him on board went to secure his flight harness. "Be quiet. You do not speak unless you're spoken to."
"See, that's going to be a problem for me. See, I'm more of a conversationalist. a talker. I don't like silence and tend to just fill the space with words."
"You just like the sound of your own voice."
"Well, it's more than that. I like to exercise my mouth. You'd be surprised what I could do -"
The slap split his lip, and Poe worked his jaw to make sure it wasn't broken. When he looked back up, Kylo Ren was standing next to the stormtrooper. "Captain Phasma, as much as it pains me, we do need him to be able to speak so that he can tell us where the map is."
"Still can't understand a word you're saying, buddy. Maybe we can try charades?"
Kylo Ren leaned in close to Poe, so much so that Poe could see through the visor and see the eyes behind the mask staring straight at him. "But once we get the location, you can have the pleasure of cutting out his tongue before you kill him."
Poe was about to respond but Kylo Ren lifted his hand along Poe's face, and then the world went black as the pilot slipped into the silent blackness of unconsciousness.
Poe knew he was going to regret those words later, but sarcasm was a natural defense mechanism for him. The son of a starfighter pilot and a commando made is almost a guarantee that he was going to bring himself his own fair share of trouble through him mouth. In fact, during his training, General Antilles had often threatened to send him off to train with Captain Loran because of his sarcasm - "revenge" the General said, and Poe wasn't sure he wanted to know what that meant.
He also knew that with the First Order, his smart mouth was not going to save him now. In fact, unless he spontaneously developed Force powers and a lightsaber appeared in his pants, Poe was not going to live long past the upcoming torture session. That meant to him that he needed to find a way to keep BB-8's existence a secret until he died so that the droid had a chance to make it back to General Organa with the map to her brother.
"You know, I'm not really used to accommodations like this. The cockpit is more my style. I could fly if you want: I mean I was watching you land and all and you really need a better -"
The stormtrooper in the silver armor threw him into a seat while the two that had dragged him on board went to secure his flight harness. "Be quiet. You do not speak unless you're spoken to."
"See, that's going to be a problem for me. See, I'm more of a conversationalist. a talker. I don't like silence and tend to just fill the space with words."
"You just like the sound of your own voice."
"Well, it's more than that. I like to exercise my mouth. You'd be surprised what I could do -"
The slap split his lip, and Poe worked his jaw to make sure it wasn't broken. When he looked back up, Kylo Ren was standing next to the stormtrooper. "Captain Phasma, as much as it pains me, we do need him to be able to speak so that he can tell us where the map is."
"Still can't understand a word you're saying, buddy. Maybe we can try charades?"
Kylo Ren leaned in close to Poe, so much so that Poe could see through the visor and see the eyes behind the mask staring straight at him. "But once we get the location, you can have the pleasure of cutting out his tongue before you kill him."
Poe was about to respond but Kylo Ren lifted his hand along Poe's face, and then the world went black as the pilot slipped into the silent blackness of unconsciousness.
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