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hellofarebel) wrote2016-01-31 08:34 am
hellofarebel) wrote2016-01-31 08:34 am
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"BB-8!"
Poe curses under his breath when his droid keeps rolling towards the base ahead of him. His subroutines have been just a little off ever since he'd gotten back from Jakku and he thinks maybe meeting Rey has given his little droid new aspirations and maybe written a new subroutine or two that Poe's going to have to get used to.
"C'mon, BB-8, I told you not to get too far ahead of me," he calls out, tucking a wrench into the back of his flight suit as he goes after it, feeling a little bit of wariness after being separated for so long on Jakku. Call him an old-fashioned worrier, call him overprotective, but he'd rather spend a few days not letting BB-8 out of his sight. With everything that's happened recently and all the losses Poe's borne, he thinks that's not too much to ask.
He lets out a little breath of frustration when he gets through the door and sees BB-8 vanishing around the corner. He stops, one hand on the wallpaper, and reaches for that wrench again to hold in an offensive position because he's just now noticed that nobody on the base would ever use this kind of decoration and it looks like he's been snatched. Or is this his mind playing tricks on him, like Kylo Ren's left some kriffing subroutine behind in him.
BB-8 lets out an alarmed noise and jets it back to Poe's side, beeping frantically at him.
"Yeah, buddy, I know," Poe replies. "I don't know where we are either."
Poe curses under his breath when his droid keeps rolling towards the base ahead of him. His subroutines have been just a little off ever since he'd gotten back from Jakku and he thinks maybe meeting Rey has given his little droid new aspirations and maybe written a new subroutine or two that Poe's going to have to get used to.
"C'mon, BB-8, I told you not to get too far ahead of me," he calls out, tucking a wrench into the back of his flight suit as he goes after it, feeling a little bit of wariness after being separated for so long on Jakku. Call him an old-fashioned worrier, call him overprotective, but he'd rather spend a few days not letting BB-8 out of his sight. With everything that's happened recently and all the losses Poe's borne, he thinks that's not too much to ask.
He lets out a little breath of frustration when he gets through the door and sees BB-8 vanishing around the corner. He stops, one hand on the wallpaper, and reaches for that wrench again to hold in an offensive position because he's just now noticed that nobody on the base would ever use this kind of decoration and it looks like he's been snatched. Or is this his mind playing tricks on him, like Kylo Ren's left some kriffing subroutine behind in him.
BB-8 lets out an alarmed noise and jets it back to Poe's side, beeping frantically at him.
"Yeah, buddy, I know," Poe replies. "I don't know where we are either."