TWISTED.
❝ i'm not a jedi, but I'm not a sith. i'm me, and that's what matters.❞
Despina Anseris never asked for her mission. She never asked to see the place she called home get torn apart because of her best friend's rath. She never asked to see...
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"It's on fire!" Poe yelled informatively yet helplessly to the mechanics as he walked down the Falcon's ramp, gesturing at the scorch marks and smoke coming from the ship. "Whole thing's on fire... all of it. On fire!"
"Repeating that doesn't help the problem," I snickered as I came close, and a smile beamed across the pilot's face. He hurried his pace down to the grass, forgetting about the burnt Millennium Falcon as he picked me up in a hug and spun me around, laughing excitedly. "Dameron!"
"Oh, I missed you!" he exclaimed before setting me down, out of breath from the stress of landing the charred craft along with the wasted energy of an extravagant welcome. Poe placed his hands on his hips, breathing heavily and shaking his head of overgrown brown dirty curls. "Let me catch my breath for a second... wow... I... we could've used your help flying. Weren't expecting that big of a fleet against us."
"The spy?" I asked while he still struggled to regain oxygen in his lungs. "Never mind that, what happened to the Falcon?"
"Let's just leave it with it was bad out there and I'm just hoping Rey isn't too mad," the pilot sighed. "Dess, about Milarian-"
"You all tried your best," I stopped him, wanting to immediately change the topic. "I'm just glad you boys are alright."
"Why didn't anyone tell me the Falcon was back?" Poe stiffened at the sound of the young scavenger's voice, and I turned to see her slow her jog toward the ship. BB-8 rolled close behind her, his tool bay rim noticeably dislodged. BD-1 clung to the other droid's head, dropping a flurry of curses at the speed they were going in their robotic language. Rey's face fell as her eyes scanned the ship, how the sub-alternators were almost destroyed and the engines reached of burnt gas. "Dameron, what did you do to the Falcon?!"
"What did you do to the droid?!" Poe shot back, pointing a figure at BB-8 in horror. "I didn't leave him here to be tampered with like metal scrap!"
"The Falcon, Dameron?!"
"Falcon's in a lot better shape than he is."
"BB-8's not on fire," Rey scoffed, pushing past the pilot to look at the ship she cared so much for. "Kriff, the whole-"
"First, you've been hanging out with Anseris too much if you're using that word," Poe commented, following the girl to continue the conversation. "Second, what's left of him isn't on fire!" Finn walked past the two to me while they bickered, raising an eyebrow at their antics.
"So glad to be back," he muttered, and I wrapped an arm around his chest while giving him an affectionate peck on the cheek. "I missed seeing you, Dess."
"I missed seeing you- oh my-" I stopped speaking when my eyes landed on the thin chain necklace Finn wore around his neck, the Phrik metal ring glinting in the sunlight. I hit the ex-Stormtrooper's shoulder in shock, my jaw dropping mid-smile. "Finn! Is that what I think it is?"
