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[Team Three] Their Ghostly Guide
Hi there, Team Three! It's time to explore a derelict star destroyer with our sequel trilogy heroes in a galaxy far, far away.
Star Wars - Finn & Rey & Poe Dameron - Rated G - 565 words
"Let’s find the way out of here." Rey's voice was calm, but commanding. Poe muttered something about how that's what they'd been trying to do for the last hour, and BB-8 warbled a reply that Finn didn't quite catch.
"At least we're not being shot at, for once." That made Poe chuckle at least - not much chance of being shot at while exploring a derelict star destroyer on a backwater planet with no life signs other than their own. Then again, Finn thought, stranger things had happened to them. He probably shouldn't tempt fate.
The layout of this star destroyer was unlike any he'd ever served on, or any he'd boarded with the Resistance before. If it had been like the others, Finn could have got them out of there, no problem. But between the labyrinthine corridors and the power outage, it had become increasingly difficult for them to navigate. BB-8's scomp link was no help here, and with no other detectable life forms in the area, it was next to useless for Finn or Rey to reach out with the Force - they had nothing to reach towards, nothing to serve as an anchor. Unless…
Perhaps there was something they could do.
"Hang on a minute." Finn pressed a hand against the cool metal wall. There might not be people here now, but people always left traces - the First Order more than most, to the detriment of the entire known galaxy. Finn breathed, and focused. His anger was justified, and he would not let go of it...but dwelling on it wasn't helpful to him in the here and now. Because right now, he needed to make a connection. To open himself up to the impressions left by padded shoulders and sharp elbows brushing up against the ship's walls, of booted heels clicking on polished floors. BB-8 rolled into his foot, emitting a string of curious beeps. Poe stepped forward and Rey adjusted the angle of her lightsaber, bathing the two of them, and BB-8, in golden light.
"The people who lived here knew the ship," he told the astromech. "I'm seeing what they can tell us." It was a crude explanation, much like describing what Kylo Ren had been able to do as 'mind-reading', but it was the best he could do. Traces, memories, echoes...didn't quite capture the experience. The limitations of spoken language became especially evident when it came to dealing with the complexities and peculiarities of the Force.
To his credit, Poe was patient while Finn cast out his consciousness to search every nook and cranny for clues. Finn knew how difficult it was for Poe to simply wait, rather than to act. Rey wasn't usually much better, but she was always intrigued by their different approaches to using the Force, so at times like this she was prone to entering a state of quiet contemplation. At least, as close to quiet contemplation as Rey got. Meditation wasn't her strongest suit - not that Finn could really talk.
At last, he found a memory that tugged gently at the edges of his mind. It belonged to another stormtrooper who was about to get their chance to do something heroic in becoming their ghostly guide. Finn just wished TD-1967 - Teedee - hadn't had to die first. Teedee, and so many others. It wasn't fair. He took Poe's hand, then Rey's, and squeezed.
"This way."
You're up again,yrindor
Star Wars - Finn & Rey & Poe Dameron - Rated G - 565 words
"Let’s find the way out of here." Rey's voice was calm, but commanding. Poe muttered something about how that's what they'd been trying to do for the last hour, and BB-8 warbled a reply that Finn didn't quite catch.
"At least we're not being shot at, for once." That made Poe chuckle at least - not much chance of being shot at while exploring a derelict star destroyer on a backwater planet with no life signs other than their own. Then again, Finn thought, stranger things had happened to them. He probably shouldn't tempt fate.
The layout of this star destroyer was unlike any he'd ever served on, or any he'd boarded with the Resistance before. If it had been like the others, Finn could have got them out of there, no problem. But between the labyrinthine corridors and the power outage, it had become increasingly difficult for them to navigate. BB-8's scomp link was no help here, and with no other detectable life forms in the area, it was next to useless for Finn or Rey to reach out with the Force - they had nothing to reach towards, nothing to serve as an anchor. Unless…
Perhaps there was something they could do.
"Hang on a minute." Finn pressed a hand against the cool metal wall. There might not be people here now, but people always left traces - the First Order more than most, to the detriment of the entire known galaxy. Finn breathed, and focused. His anger was justified, and he would not let go of it...but dwelling on it wasn't helpful to him in the here and now. Because right now, he needed to make a connection. To open himself up to the impressions left by padded shoulders and sharp elbows brushing up against the ship's walls, of booted heels clicking on polished floors. BB-8 rolled into his foot, emitting a string of curious beeps. Poe stepped forward and Rey adjusted the angle of her lightsaber, bathing the two of them, and BB-8, in golden light.
"The people who lived here knew the ship," he told the astromech. "I'm seeing what they can tell us." It was a crude explanation, much like describing what Kylo Ren had been able to do as 'mind-reading', but it was the best he could do. Traces, memories, echoes...didn't quite capture the experience. The limitations of spoken language became especially evident when it came to dealing with the complexities and peculiarities of the Force.
To his credit, Poe was patient while Finn cast out his consciousness to search every nook and cranny for clues. Finn knew how difficult it was for Poe to simply wait, rather than to act. Rey wasn't usually much better, but she was always intrigued by their different approaches to using the Force, so at times like this she was prone to entering a state of quiet contemplation. At least, as close to quiet contemplation as Rey got. Meditation wasn't her strongest suit - not that Finn could really talk.
At last, he found a memory that tugged gently at the edges of his mind. It belonged to another stormtrooper who was about to get their chance to do something heroic in becoming their ghostly guide. Finn just wished TD-1967 - Teedee - hadn't had to die first. Teedee, and so many others. It wasn't fair. He took Poe's hand, then Rey's, and squeezed.
"This way."
You're up again,
yrindor