Did Finn forget...? Or is he hoping Poe's forgotten...?
This is stupid, Poe decides. Having a crush on someone is absolutely no reason to start second-guessing everything. So to take the best of both worlds, he leads Finn a little out of the way (not like Finn will know the difference) and there it is, the good ol' catering-to-humans porn shop, dark curtains in the windows, slightly seedy and embarrassing pictures, and all.
Poe waves the hand not occupied by bags vaguely in that direction. "Oh, Finn, did you want to...?"
He'd forgotten, but once he peeks in the windows--
"Uh. Yeah, I guess so." He grins apologetically at Poe and ducks in. And if he thought being in a bookstore was liberating, that's got nothing on this place. Finn tries to keep his amused snickering at some of the titles and descriptions, but there's one he just has to point out to Poe.
"A New Ho, the continuing adventures of San Ho Lo, Princess Lay-me Orgasma, and Dick Groundrunner. I know you said everything was okay on base, but I think the General might actually murder me if I brought that back." Still, it gets a lingering look.
Probably to Poe's relief, the ones Finn grabs seem to be a mix of male-female, male-male, and male-male-female.
Poe is initially planning to just hang around outside the porn shop like a suspicious pervert, but he can't help wanting to just do a bit of spying.
And Finn sure does find a gem. "I'm never going to be able to get that out of my brain now," he snickers. "If I lose it in front of the General, I'm telling her you put me up to it."
But keeping a (non-creepy) eye on Finn's selections is illuminating. Either he has no idea what he's doing--though those covers are really not playing coy--or he's a man with a wide array of tastes. Maybe having a stupid crush isn't such a bad thing, if it's not entirely hopeless. Though that's really not why he brought Finn here.
"I'll be surprised if I see you at all during the flight to Yavin," he teases as Finn pays.
"If there's one thing I learned, it's how to be discreet," Finn says, snickering and shoving everything into his bag. "But being alone too long is weird. I'll keep it for when you're busy or sleeping." Because really, the only time he can remember being alone for any prolonged time is lost in the Jakku desert, and no. Just no.
Shopping concluded, they head for the ship. Finn still can't tell one non-First Order or non-combat ship from another, so he hopes it's a good one.
Well, that's a frank statement, and not quite what he expected. Nothing wrong with that, though. "We'll have a lot of down time, but I do like just... hanging around." There's something to be said for just reading in the same room as someone else. A comfortable kind of silence that you don't get when you're by yourself.
(Hey, and what about me?) BB-8 chirps.
Poe grins. "And you're never really alone when BB-8 is around, right?"
The freighter is a good one, one that doubles as luxury passenger transport, though it's been a bit stripped down to allow for more cargo. But the crew has individual cabins, each with its own shower, and the galley is downright palatial by spaceship standards. The bunks are big enough for one person, even two in a pinch--not that Poe thinks that's going to be an issue for him.
"Pick whichever cabin you want," Poe says when they get on board. "There's more than we need, so whichever you like best."
"Good thing, too, or those three-day missions you end up on would be boring." He gives BB-8 a grin - the little droid is surprisingly good company given that Finn doesn't understand its language. But then, he did just pick up a book to help fix that, didn't he?
If this is what a stripped-down ship looks like, Finn might actually faint if he ever sees a real luxury liner. He whistles appreciatively at the individual quarters and--is that a shower that he doesn't have to share? (Can he even shower by himself or would that be too weird?) "I'll take the one closest to the hatch," he says automatically - the tactically correct choice, which puts him in the best response position should there be any trouble.
It doesn't take long to settle his few belongings and drop the food off in the galley. "Everything look green to you, Poe?"
"I'll take the one next to yours, then, if you don't mind." Or is that weird? He doesn't think it's weird. They could spread out, by there's not really a need to. And it's not a bad place. The quarters a nice, but standard.
After that, he goes to do his pre-flights while Finn pokes around. "Yeah, everything looks fine. I've got us cleared to depart dock, we're second in line."
"I don't mind." Hell, he'd figured they'd be sharing quarters, since that's what he's used to. This must be how the rest of the galaxy travels, and it's much nicer than he'd thought.
He nods and runs his eyes over the pilot's command console - nothing familiar to him, but that's not a surprise. He wonders if there's a weapons system, but--no, better not to ask in hopes he won't need to know. It's not like he won't learn every inch of the ship after being here for four days, no matter how much reading material and how many interesting videos he'd brought along. "All right. Anything you need me to do, let me know."
Poe nods over at the co-pilot's seat. "Go ahead and sit if you want to watch us leave dock. Don't worry, you shouldn't have to take over if something happens."
(I've got that covered,) BB-8 says.
He hits a few more switches and grabs the control sticks to get them guided out. It's a lot more sluggish than an X-wing, a different control scheme, but he means it when he says he can pilot anything.
"All right!" He hops into the seat and straps in, almost like he'd been waiting for the invitation. And why not, with BB-8 the only other person aboard? Finn carefully doesn't touch anything at all, confident in Poe's ability to fly her out.
Exiting the station and making the jump to light speed goes off without a hitch, and from here on out it's smooth sailing all the way to Yavin. Once they're clear, Finn unbuckles and explores some more. He doesn't want to know what kind of favors Poe pulled to get a ship like this for the trip, but he sure could get used to it.
"We're not hauing anything dangerous, right?" Please not rathtars. He doesn't think that's Poe's style, but....
Finn looks good when he does it, Poe notes idly. It's the enthusiasm, that he's not afraid to show it.
He lingers in the cockpit a little longer, then sets the auto pilot and follows Finn back. Technically, leave doesn't start until they deliver the supplies, but it's easy going to that point. "Nah. Just supplies for the base. Food, power cells, medical restocks, that kind of thing."
He heads for the galley to grab a sticky nut pastry off one of the dessert trays. "So now it's time to relax."
"Good." He still has dreams about being dragged by a rathtar sometimes, though not many. No, if Finn sleeps uneasily it's more likely to be a dream about a snowy forest and a red lightsaber, and he wakes with his back aching. The muscle is mostly healed, but he'll have the scar forever.
He tags along with Poe to the galley and firmly resolves to eat his share slowly. Eating dessert is not a competition. Damn, they look good, though. "I can get behind relaxing. What should I start with?" They all look tasty.
Poe regards the tray with the discerning eye of a man who has long cultivated his sweet tooth. "Depends what you like," he says after a moment. "If you like creamy, with a bit of tang to it, this is cheese cake." He continues on, pointing as he goes. "This one's sweet but also spicy... As in flavorful and also hot. This one's sweet chocolate, this one's more bitter but very rich. This one is spiced fruit, sweet fruit here, and a butter cake so you get your sweet and salty at the same time."
Nope, firmly keeping his brain from going anywhere sexual with this. Not thinking about cream or licking or any of that.
That all sounds good, and even though they ate a short while ago he can feel his mouth watering at Poe's descriptions matches to the art of the desserts. After some deliberation, he decides to start off with the butter cake. (And then he wants to try that sweet-and-spicy thing, and the spiced fruit, and the cheesecake and basically all of it.)
It's a good choice, judging by the slightly euphoric expression he gets after taking a bite. "This is really good," he mutters through a full mouth.
And this is why he ordered trays instead of individual desserts. He had a feeling Finn would associate trying everything. He watches his friend eat and feels very pleased with himself as he nibbled his own patty. "Thought you'd like it. Rations on base aren't bad, but they don't really believe in dessert."
At least not like it's an art. The kitchen makes fruit ice sometimes, on hot days. Hell have to make sure Finn gets to try that too.
Finn nods enthusiastically and swallows, pausing with a few bites left. "And you got two trays so we can each have one of everything?" That's Poe, thinking ahead (and clearly enjoying his own fancy-looking dessert. Finn's not even sure what it is.)
He gives a long look at the rest of the tray and unconsciously licks his lips. "That'll last the whole trip, if we pace ourselves." And...probably make themselves sick if they eat it all now. So yes. Pacing things. But he can at least polish off the rest of his cake now, and he does with gusto.
Poe grins. "You got it. Though if there's something you don't like, don't worry. I'll eat it for you." Considering the way Finn eats, he really doubts that's a risk.
And yeah. "Pacing yourself is the name of the game. Gotta make it all last till we get to Yavin, that's the challenge." He loops and arm around Finn's shoulders. "Think you can handle that?"
Did Poe see him eyeing that spicy-hot one? Finn's not sure if that will make a good dessert or not, but it's good to know it won't go to waste. "Can't let food go to waste," he agrees. Even the most questionable-looking of these desserts looks infinitely superior to roast tauntaun, though.
He grins and relaxes into Poe's companionable gesture. "Easy. But do they have desserts there, or are we out of luck until we get to--where was it you said we were going?"
Well, he means it more generally, but spicy and sweet definitely isn't everyone's speed.
"Spira. And yeah, at Yavin it's just going to be regular base rations. But Spira will make up for it. They do this thing with ice and fruit... well, lots of different things. Perfect sweet for sitting on a beach and watching the sunset."
"Spira," he muses, relaxing a little more into Poe's arm. "Never been there." Of course, the Reistance probably would have heard about it if a major tourist destination had seen Stormtroopers, but it's firmly enough inside the Republic's borders that the First Order wouldn't risk it without a truly phenomenal reward.
It's strange to know they'll be safe, really safe; what with the First Order knowing the Resistance Base's location, they're not exactly safe there, and he's heard the General discuss making a move several times. As long as it's somewhere Poe goes with him and Rey will be able to find later, he doesn't mind.
"I hope you'll like it." He's pretty sure Finn will. And this...it's nice. Dessert in one hand, Finn leaning against his arm, he's feeling more content than he has in months. Leave was definitely a good idea.
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The flight to Yavin is uneventful, the delivery goes well, and Finn's like a puppy, looking all over at the site of the famous battle. There's even a few chunks of the original Death Star in a small museum. Gives Poe a chill looking at it.
Then they're back on the ship and heading for Spira, another several days of flight time. As he'd said, there are no new dessert trays, but he's sure they'll make up for it once they're on the beach. He spends a lot of his time in the galley area, kicked back on the bench and reading. It's not quite as comfortable as his bunk, but he'd rather hang out in a public area so he's around for Finn.
Finn's spent more of his time napping than he would have thought, but he is after all still recovering from his injury. Yavin was a real treat - on the one hand, just a base, but on the other hand the site of a battle that had changed the course of everything. It had got him so excited he'd finished up Palpatine that night, and so as a cool-down he's now reading some more of his Resistance manual.
He's past all the major regulations now, having occasionally stopped and asked for points of clarification from Poe. There's one that really gets him, though, the one he's reading today. He has to read over it a couple times, looking more and more perplexed each time. Finally, he looks up.
"Fraternization between troops may only be pursued when off-duty. Is that right?" His tone isn't pure confusion - he understands what it's saying - but it's got a healthy amount of disbelief in there.
Poe looks up from his own book, where cheery Miss Mapperlee had just asked her droid Saflower to analyze the shoe prints left under a window by the dastardly thief. "...what?"
It takes a moment for his brain to even catch up why this is confusing. Actually, no, he's still not sure what the point of confusion is. "...well, you sure don't want people fraternizing on duty, right?"
"No, no, but--it's allowed? At all? Not just when you get invalidated out and have to retire?"
The First Order is not exactly permissive of such things. They happened - there's no stopping that - but they put a damper on it as much as humanly possible.
"Not like you're going to be able to stop people, right?" Poe says. "Stressful situations, people need emotional support. And physical support. And yeah. To feel okay and normal, if nothing else. And then there's the long stretches of boredom..." He shrugs. "You're just supposed to keep it out of your unit since that can get messy on deployment."
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This is stupid, Poe decides. Having a crush on someone is absolutely no reason to start second-guessing everything. So to take the best of both worlds, he leads Finn a little out of the way (not like Finn will know the difference) and there it is, the good ol' catering-to-humans porn shop, dark curtains in the windows, slightly seedy and embarrassing pictures, and all.
Poe waves the hand not occupied by bags vaguely in that direction. "Oh, Finn, did you want to...?"
(Dare you,) BB-8 chirps.
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"Uh. Yeah, I guess so." He grins apologetically at Poe and ducks in. And if he thought being in a bookstore was liberating, that's got nothing on this place. Finn tries to keep his amused snickering at some of the titles and descriptions, but there's one he just has to point out to Poe.
"A New Ho, the continuing adventures of San Ho Lo, Princess Lay-me Orgasma, and Dick Groundrunner. I know you said everything was okay on base, but I think the General might actually murder me if I brought that back." Still, it gets a lingering look.
Probably to Poe's relief, the ones Finn grabs seem to be a mix of male-female, male-male, and male-male-female.
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And Finn sure does find a gem. "I'm never going to be able to get that out of my brain now," he snickers. "If I lose it in front of the General, I'm telling her you put me up to it."
But keeping a (non-creepy) eye on Finn's selections is illuminating. Either he has no idea what he's doing--though those covers are really not playing coy--or he's a man with a wide array of tastes. Maybe having a stupid crush isn't such a bad thing, if it's not entirely hopeless. Though that's really not why he brought Finn here.
"I'll be surprised if I see you at all during the flight to Yavin," he teases as Finn pays.
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Shopping concluded, they head for the ship. Finn still can't tell one non-First Order or non-combat ship from another, so he hopes it's a good one.
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(Hey, and what about me?) BB-8 chirps.
Poe grins. "And you're never really alone when BB-8 is around, right?"
The freighter is a good one, one that doubles as luxury passenger transport, though it's been a bit stripped down to allow for more cargo. But the crew has individual cabins, each with its own shower, and the galley is downright palatial by spaceship standards. The bunks are big enough for one person, even two in a pinch--not that Poe thinks that's going to be an issue for him.
"Pick whichever cabin you want," Poe says when they get on board. "There's more than we need, so whichever you like best."
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If this is what a stripped-down ship looks like, Finn might actually faint if he ever sees a real luxury liner. He whistles appreciatively at the individual quarters and--is that a shower that he doesn't have to share? (Can he even shower by himself or would that be too weird?) "I'll take the one closest to the hatch," he says automatically - the tactically correct choice, which puts him in the best response position should there be any trouble.
It doesn't take long to settle his few belongings and drop the food off in the galley. "Everything look green to you, Poe?"
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After that, he goes to do his pre-flights while Finn pokes around. "Yeah, everything looks fine. I've got us cleared to depart dock, we're second in line."
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He nods and runs his eyes over the pilot's command console - nothing familiar to him, but that's not a surprise. He wonders if there's a weapons system, but--no, better not to ask in hopes he won't need to know. It's not like he won't learn every inch of the ship after being here for four days, no matter how much reading material and how many interesting videos he'd brought along. "All right. Anything you need me to do, let me know."
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(I've got that covered,) BB-8 says.
He hits a few more switches and grabs the control sticks to get them guided out. It's a lot more sluggish than an X-wing, a different control scheme, but he means it when he says he can pilot anything.
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Exiting the station and making the jump to light speed goes off without a hitch, and from here on out it's smooth sailing all the way to Yavin. Once they're clear, Finn unbuckles and explores some more. He doesn't want to know what kind of favors Poe pulled to get a ship like this for the trip, but he sure could get used to it.
"We're not hauing anything dangerous, right?" Please not rathtars. He doesn't think that's Poe's style, but....
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He lingers in the cockpit a little longer, then sets the auto pilot and follows Finn back. Technically, leave doesn't start until they deliver the supplies, but it's easy going to that point. "Nah. Just supplies for the base. Food, power cells, medical restocks, that kind of thing."
He heads for the galley to grab a sticky nut pastry off one of the dessert trays. "So now it's time to relax."
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He tags along with Poe to the galley and firmly resolves to eat his share slowly. Eating dessert is not a competition. Damn, they look good, though. "I can get behind relaxing. What should I start with?" They all look tasty.
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Nope, firmly keeping his brain from going anywhere sexual with this. Not thinking about cream or licking or any of that.
Hell.
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It's a good choice, judging by the slightly euphoric expression he gets after taking a bite. "This is really good," he mutters through a full mouth.
(Don't talk with your mouth full!) BB-8 chides.
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At least not like it's an art. The kitchen makes fruit ice sometimes, on hot days. Hell have to make sure Finn gets to try that too.
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He gives a long look at the rest of the tray and unconsciously licks his lips. "That'll last the whole trip, if we pace ourselves." And...probably make themselves sick if they eat it all now. So yes. Pacing things. But he can at least polish off the rest of his cake now, and he does with gusto.
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And yeah. "Pacing yourself is the name of the game. Gotta make it all last till we get to Yavin, that's the challenge." He loops and arm around Finn's shoulders. "Think you can handle that?"
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He grins and relaxes into Poe's companionable gesture. "Easy. But do they have desserts there, or are we out of luck until we get to--where was it you said we were going?"
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"Spira. And yeah, at Yavin it's just going to be regular base rations. But Spira will make up for it. They do this thing with ice and fruit... well, lots of different things. Perfect sweet for sitting on a beach and watching the sunset."
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It's strange to know they'll be safe, really safe; what with the First Order knowing the Resistance Base's location, they're not exactly safe there, and he's heard the General discuss making a move several times. As long as it's somewhere Poe goes with him and Rey will be able to find later, he doesn't mind.
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The flight to Yavin is uneventful, the delivery goes well, and Finn's like a puppy, looking all over at the site of the famous battle. There's even a few chunks of the original Death Star in a small museum. Gives Poe a chill looking at it.
Then they're back on the ship and heading for Spira, another several days of flight time. As he'd said, there are no new dessert trays, but he's sure they'll make up for it once they're on the beach. He spends a lot of his time in the galley area, kicked back on the bench and reading. It's not quite as comfortable as his bunk, but he'd rather hang out in a public area so he's around for Finn.
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He's past all the major regulations now, having occasionally stopped and asked for points of clarification from Poe. There's one that really gets him, though, the one he's reading today. He has to read over it a couple times, looking more and more perplexed each time. Finally, he looks up.
"Fraternization between troops may only be pursued when off-duty. Is that right?" His tone isn't pure confusion - he understands what it's saying - but it's got a healthy amount of disbelief in there.
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It takes a moment for his brain to even catch up why this is confusing. Actually, no, he's still not sure what the point of confusion is. "...well, you sure don't want people fraternizing on duty, right?"
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The First Order is not exactly permissive of such things. They happened - there's no stopping that - but they put a damper on it as much as humanly possible.
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