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'𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠'
━━ -ˋˏ★ˎˊ- ━━
... JAKKU, WESTERN REACHES OF THE INNER RIM
ALL HE COULD SEE was sand. Grit and abrasive dust in every direction. Why had he come to a place like this? His head was aching. The sand was everywhere. Under his nails, the corners of his eyes, between his teeth. He stood unsteady against the cold night wind.
Everything came rushing back. He was Poe Dameron. This was Jakku. He had escaped the First Order with the help of Finn.
Finn.
"Finn!" He called uselessly. His hoarse voice was met by nothing but the blinking of stars rising in the distance. They were taunting him, swimming with memories of a girl and a night that felt impossibly far away.
Remains of cruisers from the old Empire rose in the reflected glow of the moon. No BeeBee, no Lyra, no Finn. He had no water, no coms, and no jacket. Base had no idea where he was, and he had no way to contact them. He had been thrown from the crash, so far that he couldn't even see the TIE fighter.
All he could do was start walking while the sun was still down.
After only a few hours of walking, the sun began to rise. Once it had crested the dunes and the heat became unbearable, he tied his outer shirt on his head. Luck would come, he knew it would. It had to. He couldn't let it end like this, wandering around helpless in the desert wasteland of Jakku.
What an embarrassing way to die.
At first, he thought he was hallucinating when he saw the little dot halfway between him and the horizon. Then, as he blinked, he realized it was a speeder. He didn't waste a second. He shrugged his shirt-hat off and waved it in the air like a flag.
"Hey!" He yelled, waving wildly. His dry throat making it hard to scream, but he still tried.
He didn't know who it was, and quite frankly, he didn't care. All he knew was the speeder had pivoted toward where he was standing. He was saved.
He almost fell flat on his ass as he ran down the sand dune, so happy to see another person. Or creature, rather. Now that he was closer to it, he could see that the pilot driving the speeder was a pale Blarina adorned in a pair of goggles. The engine sputtered to a stop.
"And why," they said, voice shrill in Poe's ears, "is such a lovely human alone, all the way out here?"
"Just lost, could use some help though," Poe said, thinking quickly. He couldn't remember if Blarinas were the species who were said to be highly empathetic and hospitable or the ones who were hailed as accomplished liars.
