Poe Dameron (hotshot) wrote in themandalay, @ 2017-04-18 02:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | kylo ren, poe dameron |
Who: Poe Dameron & Kylo Ren
Where: Hallway
When: Monday Night, wee hours
What: A disoriented Poe runs into the last person he wants to see.
Warnings: Blood, injury, etc. Kylo Ren is immediately post-TFA
Poe's head was swimming as he stumbled out of his assigned room and into the hallway. He had no idea where he was or what any of this meant. The last thing he remembered, he was holding Finn's arm and escorting him to sickbay - but now he was here. He didn't really know what to be confused by first.
Taking a few steps into the hallway, he noticed what he first thought was a rolled up carpet, discarded in a clumped heap along the opposite wall from where Dameron was standing. But on slightly closer inspection, he realised the heap wasn't a rug. It was a person.
Albeit a person with probably less intelligence than a floor covering.
It was Kylo Ren, tangled in his own cloak, and dripping in a puddle of melting snow. If he wasn't shivering, Poe might have thought he was dead. The bleeding and red, blistering and angry, lightsaber burn across Ren's face told Dameron just about everything he needed to know.
Poe covered his mouth and rounded his shoulders, looking up the hallway and then back down. There was no one up here, which meant there was a pretty good chance he could slip back into his room and worry about where in blazes he'd ended up. And he was about to give into that instinct and walk away when he felt a nudge on the back of his thigh.
He looked down to see that his droid, BB-8, had slowly rolled into him and was now sliding their head around to move their gaze between Poe and the melting trash pile on the floor. Dameron sighed. It really put things into perspective when his droid could muster up more empathy than he could. He turned back to Kylo Ren.
"Okay, BB-8. I need you to figure out how to communicate with the people here - I need - tell them I need a medic!"