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pilot + agent

[lefthandfree]

The mission goes off as planned, and he’s all the more grateful because it’s been a rough week of planning leading up to it, and even though it was something he’s done a million times, the amount of logistic bullshit involved had been making him lose sleep. He reaches the extraction point just as Bodhi swoops in closely—skillfully, as always.

Grip tightening against the strap keeping his pack to his back, he hops on the jet and grips onto the safety bar before gesturing for Bodhi to take off again. It only takes a few moments for him to resecure his rifle into his gun rack before he’s sliding into the passenger seat next to the pilot with a hefty sigh.

“God. Glad that shit’s over.” He laughs and straps himself in properly (safety first). “I hope the next mission brief isn’t half as long as this one was. I mean, not that I can't handle it, but a guy needs room to breath every now and again.”

sorry abt the delay!

[onlydoubts]

Bodhi is waiting and ready, as planned with the jet, so when Bucky steps in, he's already closing the ramp and starting to pull away. Then they're picking up speed as they take off into the altitude.

As per usual, he doesn't consider it a success until they're well off and away, focus and tension still keeping him rigid in the seat until Bucky slides into the seat next to him. He drops his shoulders, relaxing an inch or two - but hands are still tight on the controls. The radio buzzes, and he picks it up, to report the extraction went off as planned. No hitches.

Thankfully. He heaves a sigh, hanging up.

Bucky saves him the trouble of reminding him to buckle up, and Bodhi shakes his head. "You mean you don't love this? Could have fooled me." He raises a brow. "Any unexpected trouble?"

[lefthandfree]

“Oh, don’t get me wrong. I love running missions, especially if I get to have a little bit of fun along the way. Bonus if you’re picking me up cause Johnson ain’t a fan of talking — the guy straight up ignored everything I said off report last time! Seriously! What the hell! — but man the logistics on this baby were off the charts. Too much to keep track of that I don’t usually gotta do. I may as well have been running the damn thing, even if that ain’t my actual job to.”

As usual, Bucky could easily be both sides of the conversation himself, but he does ease off a bit to answer the other question, the actually probably might be important and relevant to the job question. “No trouble though. Unless you count a bird leaving a nice package along the middle of my rifle before I finished packing up.” Which is clearly unexpected trouble in Bucky’s book, but their superiors probably wouldn’t quite agree with that one.

POST R1/ANH YAVIN IG?

[celestialpower]

Adjusting to the rule of the Rebellion was no different, in Galen's opinion, than adjusting to the ever-encroaching rule of the Empire had been. Like in his laboratory, he was watched constantly, and he knew that he would be held for trial should a new republic arise for his work upon the Death Star. It had destroyed Jedha, blew a crater so big into the planet that it had created a sort of ice age that would kill all life on the planet in time. It had destroyed Scarif, the waves of it rippling through the water yielding tsunamis that had devastated the islands, the buildings, and the lives of those who could not evacuate. And it had destroyed Alderaan with all of its power, blown the plant to cosmic dust and killed billions with but a single shot.

Which is why Galen wanders through the ancient temples long after dark, the twisting and narrow passages and small rooms converted to bunkers, storage, testing facilities. He was a stranger here, just as he had been on Coruscant. He was a captive, just as he had been on Valt. Certainly, some of the officers had thanked him for the flaw, for the weakness in the terrible machine he had wrought. But more had blamed him for creating the weapon. Even a few ex-imperials brought to the rebellion, like one former ISB agent named Kallus, avoided their association with him. For no matter what their sins had been, surely his was greater.

He was death. Destroyer of worlds.

But it appears he is not alone in his wanderings this night. At least not just him and his guard, some pilot or another who's name he kept forgetting due to their silence. He spots another pilot, far more familiar, and their name slips off his tongue as easy as water off an aquatic avian's feathers.

"Bodhi."

[onlydoubts]

Bodhi isn't sleeping, either. Since arriving back on Yavin after escaping Scarif, he'd had a period of recovery from his injuries with the rest of the team in the med day. Now that he'd been cleared for duty, he mostly spends his time working in the hangar, doing mechanic work. It doesn't feel like it's enough to justify the resources spent to save him, or to replace his hand, but he's willing to do whatever job they'll give him. Until they decide to let him go or bring him on as a pilot.

For the most part, people don't give him too difficult of a time. There are still unruly soldiers that'll mutter imp as they pass by, but outside of his team -- all of which have been scattered, each doing their own thing, he keeps to himself a lot of the time. People are content to let it be that way, and that's fine by him.

Bodhi doesn't really expect automatic trust or respect. And maybe, a part of him feels... disappointed, in seeing the Rebellion for himself. They'd chose to stand down, even with the information Galen had provided, forcing the small band that couldn't sit by to act. And they'd let Jedha be, never once came to their aid -- Saw's rebels might have been a separate group, but they didn't make him feel welcome, either.

The base is quiet, as quiet as he's ever seen it -- but there are less people down these corridors, which gives him a chance to think and to brush away the remains of the nightmares that woke him up. His head jerks up, and he looks around at the familiar voice, he hadn't even know the man was here. He hadn't seen a whole lot of him, either.

"Galen? What are you doing here?"

[celestialpower]

"I couldn't sleep, much to... Chiani's? Chara's? chagrin." He gives a soft, apologetic smile to the rather grumpy looking Pantoran pilot that seems to be guarding him. He smiles again at Bodhi, then pauses, looking at his hand. Without thinking he reaches out and takes it, examining the wires and the bare metal structure. Not covered with synth-flesh like some of the more extravagant models, but passable. Workable. He could still fly.

"You were injured on Scarif?" He asks. Of course he was. Jyn had been, too. And so had the others that had rescued him from Eadu- Cassian, Chirrut, Baze. Their names firmly cemented in his mind as those he owed his gratitude to. He does not answer as to why he is here, on this base, guarded, because that much should be obvious.

He's a prisoner of war, awaiting trial once all is said and done. One of the Empire's most valuable research scientists. And probably the most wanted man in the galaxy now that he had revealed the weakness of the Death Star.
"Are you on duty, or would you like to join Chitari and I?"

for candor1

[onlydoubts]

(continued from here)

He could feel the warmth of Cassian's hand through the layers of blankets and found himself almost instantly, without thinking of it, leaning into it slightly. The room felt safer than his own had, like he'd left the shadows behind, and already he was feeling ... warm. Well, warmer.

Bodhi wasn't finished with his protests, though-- "Why don't we share? The blankets, I mean."

[candor1]

That… didn't register as a protest.

Cassian's eyebrows lift slightly. It's hard to tell what he's thinking. Just that he's doing a lot of it.

He doesn't actually think it's a proposition. Not beyond shared warmth and comfort. If even thought through that far. In a way, that can be more intimate than… Is that something he's willing to… …on the other hand, it's only logical, and not rare, when it's the only recourse. It's just that it's technically not in this case: there are other parts of the base where the heat is working.

On another hand yet (not human, obviously—a random thought that he realizes with a pang might actually be relevant) Cassian feels kind of… honored, by the trust on display here. For all Bodhi may think of himself as weak and fragile, he's shown remarkable determination and capacity for trying not let anyone else be affected by what he considers his own problems. For him to actually come to Cassian rather than try to cope all by himself… feels rather good.

In the end: no, he doesn't think Bodhi has really thought further than the offer in of itself… and probably just means while sitting upright… which begs the question: is that the only extent to which Cassian wants to take it? For Bodhi and for himself.

…Not much further. Just a little.

Cassian's unreadable pause probably seemed to set up a refusal. But instead, Cassian says, "Okay. Yes."

And he slid past Bodhi, back on the mattress, toward the wall. And lay down. Spacing and arm positioned in clear invitation for Bodhi to lie down next to him.

[onlydoubts]

Cassian's face is an unreadable mask, save for the slight lift of his brow. Or maybe he's just not good at reading the spy yet, as he's used to more obvious tells. Bodhi sits, huddled under blankets and realizes that his question might have come off in a way that the other man wasn't comfortable with, or -- something else, he's not all that sure.

But he's starting to think that maybe he'd made a mistake, and Cassian could get some rest, better without him here. Reaching out to his team, his friends is still something he struggled with a great deal, as he wasn't used to it - he didn't tell them about the nightmares and difficulty sleeping.

Cassian surprises him when he agrees and gets up to sit next to Bodhi on the bed and not only that, lies down next to him. Now it's his turn to raise his brows, and stare blankly for a moment. "Oh. Alright." Only a moment, before he's shifting to better lay down next to him. When he's situated and comfortable, he throws the blankets over Cassian.

au after bodhi tells him that he got killed and poe takes him home

[flightforfreedom]

He flew Bodhi straight home to his house that night.

He tried (somewhat vainly) to take his mind off it, but in truth, Poe was raging on the inside. The hatred that he had built for Hux was just layered even more deeply. But for some reason, the more he tried to focus on hating Hux, the more it was replaced with just worrying about Bodhi. Who had hurt him didn't - actually matter as much as he thought it did.

Maeve was out and Finn was already asleep by the time they arrived, so Poe gave him the tour.

"And this is my room," He added as they stepped inside. It was extremely clean - his bed was made perfectly, to the point you could bounce a penny on it. His sheets, however, were covered in pictures of fighter jets from a cartoon called - simply - JETS!. He also had a bunch of models of different kinds of planes from this particular world - and one on his desk that looked like a few pieces of an X-Wing that he was putting together, commandeered from several other model kits. He was already taking off his jacket.

"You can bunk with me, if you want. Or I can take the couch, and you can take my bed, totally up to you. You thirsty?"

/o/

[onlydoubts]

Bodhi is quiet, most of the time on the ride over to Poe's place. He's greatful, for the offer of letting him stay for a few days. It means a change of scenery, and he enjoys the other man's company -- it can take his mind off of things.

Everything is quiet when they get in, already different from his own house at this time of the night. Once in Poe's room, he can't help the smile, seeing all of his fighter jet memorabilia. He looks down at the bed, raising a brow.

"Jets, huh? Isn't that a television program?"

With another look at the jets and models, he nods. "Something to drink is fine, but... I'll be okay on the sofa." Sometimes he stays out there and watches dumb programs until he falls asleep. Which... he probably won't do here as not to wake anyone up, but the point is -- he has no issue with the sofa.

fluff tiiiime

[flightforfreedom]

[The text arrived fairly late at night - or - maybe earlier in the morning. Poe wasn't great at paying attention to time even in the best of circumstances, and in this one? He was a little too excited to wait for daylight.]

Hey, Bodhi. You free tomorrow? I have something I want to show you.

\o/

[onlydoubts]

[ He's not really sleeping, anyways - when his comm blinks with the new message. Hmmm. He quickly types in the reply. ]

Poe? Hey, I'm not busy. What is it you want to show me?

Wedding AU - aka poe the homewrecker

[flightforfreedom]

It had been nearly two years since he and Bodhi had met, and over a year since he had taken it upon himself to ensure his friend's happiness by any means possible. He'd helped him writing his dating bio, took endless pictures of him, screened the candidates (discreetly, of course) and supported him through his fledgling romance.

He'd been a staunch supporter the entire time.

Now it was the wedding day and Poe was fiddling with his tie, standing with Cassian and Kay at the side of the hall.

He should be feeling triumphant. He didn't. Instead, he felt queasy, like the first time he had crash landed a ship. His brain was screaming at him that he had fucked something up, but he couldn't figure out what it was. Bodhi looked good. Great, even, which Poe had made sure of by helping him pick out his suit. He beamed over at him, trying to force the queasiness away by feigning the happiness he should be feeling. He didn't get to see if Bodhi looked back, because at that moment the bride came in.

Poe liked her. Loved her, almost, like a sister, now. She was perfect for Bodhi and she was beautiful and kind, soft edges and quiet smiles, and she adored him. It was - or at least, it should have been - the perfect wedding.

He was glad he wasn't the one giving the rings. Thank the Force for Cassian. So all he had to do was stand off the side and pretend to be elated and hope that he got over the queasiness before he actually had to talk to anyone. He went through the wedding in a sort of daze, unable to look directly at the couple, or listen to the speeches, or the pronouncements. He'd written his own, of course, but it was for the reception. Not now. So it lay folded in his breast pocket. He'd taken weeks to say exactly the right thing. Bodhi being able to have the life he'd always deserved. Being able to be happy.

He didn't watch the kiss, his eyes sliding just off to the side as the pit sunk into his stomach. It wasn't that he hadn't seen them kiss before - even just pecks - but the finality to this one wrenched his chest. Before he knew it, it was all over, and he was shaking hands, smiling at people, not feeling a thing.

He flew to the reception alone. Everyone else took cars, and normally he would offer a ride, but he needed the air.

By the time he got there, he was finally starting to figure out his mistake.

He was an idiot.

He was the biggest idiot the galaxy had ever known. And there was nothing he could do about it.

He tried to avoid Bodhi, but it was impossible - Bodhi had arrived first, and was in the doorway, chatting to someone, when Poe finally landed. He forced a smile on his face as he stepped up toward him.

Get it together, Dameron.

"Congratulations, Buddy."

and one and a half million years later.....

[onlydoubts]

A lot of things about Bodhi's life had not gone to plan. In honestly, he can say very little had ever gone for him, the way he thought they'd turn out. Usually far from simple and painless as possible. In another life Bodhi Rook had worked for the Empire to pave a way for himself before seeing a way out and a chance at redemption. Taking it had nearly cost his sanity, but had eventually claimed his life as well as the lives of so many others.

And yet somehow... he was given another one. He, most of the original crew that had set from Jedha that day. It had not always been the peace he'd wanted for him and his friends, there were times when he cursed the porter for so much as pulling them there when they could have been free of the struggles presented with being rebels, and having people from the Empire, much at large and the other challenges thrown their way over the years.

But more so, he was glad of it. A chance, not a permanent one -- probably not, but it was something. A life to do the things he'd never been able to before.

If you'd asked Bodhi - both before and in the months after, if marriage or love had ever really been a thing he'd given serious thought to, he would have shrugged, shook his head and put it out of his mind. Now he's getting married. To a woman he'd met months before.

A woman he loves. He owes it to Poe, for introducing the both of them, going through the effort of setting things up to be perfect. The man had been such an invaluable aspect of his life since arriving here and Bodhi wasn't sure he could ever do a thing to make it up to him.

But... there was an odd feeling. An odd sense of fear, worry. A sort of hollow feeling as he thought about it, what could have been. Sometimes, even today it's on Bodhi's mind. He knows that Poe doesn't feel that for him -- he'd since realized that a long time ago. Poe is in love with the stars, and freedom -- not with any one person. He loved Bodhi, sure, but Poe loved all his friends.

And he loves Josephine -- that much he knows. That he can be happy with her.

For however long he's here.

If that hollowed feeling would ever fade, he doesn't know but since Bodhi has learned to live with it.

The reception is ... everything and nothing like he thought it could be. Jyn, Cassian and Kay are all there, as is Poe -- standing at his side, just as they've always been. Bodhi kisses her, and it's official. He's married. They're married.

It's a bizarre feeling. Maybe he just needs time to process it all, and the reception will likely be it (though he confesses to Jo the idea of skipping the reception all togehter and leaving straight away for their getaway, and she's almost tempted but reminds him of the money their friends put down for the affair).

Arriving, he stops to talk to someone on his way inside the venue, waving his wife ahead as she finds her own friends to talk to. Bodhi is mid conversation when Poe arrives. "Poe, hey. Thank you. Can you believe it? I know I never thought-- anyways, thank you."

Last of the Real Ones - MoM AU

[flightforfreedom]

It had been two months, since the Porter had gone offline for good. And before that, the number of port outs had risen dramatically - even just days before it all shut down.

They'd barely had enough time to process the loss before he and Bodhi were the only ones left. No Kaytoo, no Cassian, no Leia, no Finn - so many, gone in the blink of an eye. It was too much to process all at once, so Poe just kind of - hadn't. Rather than grieving, he'd doubled down on his protective streak. It wasn't that Bodhi had actually agreed to let Poe move in with him, exactly, so much as Poe just kept staying over and then sort of never left. Bodhi had a tendency to fall asleep literally everywhere, and Poe had started picking up the habit, too. If he saw Bodhi asleep on something, half the time he just curled up next to him, regardless of where or when or why.

Which was why, on the second month anniversary of the Porter's destruction, Poe was laying just next to Bodhi on the couch, one arm lazily looped over the man's midriff, his forehead pressed firmly into Bodhi's spine while he dozed.

[onlydoubts]

Poe moving in without officially moving in had been a relief, to Bodhi. The house here held so many memories, but with only him living in it - it felt so big and empty - he just. Couldn't bring himself to leave it.

Knowing he'd never see his friends again haunted his sleep, a lot of the time. But the waking hours, or when he'd wake up with Poe snuggled up next to him helped. Sometimes on the floor in Cassian's room, or among the mess of Kay -- okay, outside of his room.

And so Poe, had become more of a permanent fixture in his life than ever before - and he'd been prominent before. But now they were it, no going back. It's what Bodhi had wanted, but he'd been hoping it'd be a life to share with Jyn and Cassian and Kay, as well. Outwardly, he didn't take it as well as Poe did. Though, the protectiveness didn't bother him, nor did the fact that he never woke up alone. He'd always liked the other man, but. It'd always been more friendship, than anything else.

Until even that too, changed. Feelings changed, and grew stronger, even though they never really talked about it. Just like they never talked about the moving in.

Bodhi wasn't sure what woke him up - dreams again, likely. Poe's warm weight pressed against him. He found himself studying the other man's features, hands idly toying with his hair while he slept on.

you know what this is

[xwing]

[ there have been days in which luke is pretty sure the only reason he's survived is because bodhi was there to keep him from giving up. his rock, honestly; his inspiration and his hero even after the years they've been together now. sometimes he still wakes up in the morning surprised that this is his life now-- forever, hopefully, until they pass into the force together.

luke has heavy responsibilities, of course; as the last jedi, sometimes it seems as if the entire galaxy is waiting for him to found a new temple. it makes him feel selfish, trying to have a family when the future of the jedi rests on him, but one of the many excellent qualities of his husband is the fact that he can cut through the completely ridiculous guilt and anxiety better than anyone. luke skywalker is a person, too, and deserves the same things any other person does.

still, their decision to have a child wasn't something they'd jumped into the way other couples often do. there had been a lot to consider, especially considering the inevitable future.

after decades of war, though, there were a lot of war orphans in the galaxy, children who'd lost parents not just to the empire, but sometimes to the alliance as well. and few planets had suffered quite like jedha, the first victim of the death star and bodhi's home. .. in the end, it had been jedha that had convinced them.


it's a little into the afternoon and things are quiet because the twins are taking a nap. luke had been watching his spouse do artoo's maintenance while the little droid grumbled about it as usual, but had disappeared at some point in the middle of it. now he comes padding back into their living space with rani on his hip, the little boy's thumb lodged firmly in his mouth as he rests his head sleepily on luke's shoulder.

the blond offers a quick smile as artoo warbles a soft query, bending just as rani starts reaching out to bodhi. ]

Hey Baba, someone wanted you. Gita's still sleeping. [ one of the many good things about being married to a jedi: you don't need baby monitors. ]

YES lets go

[onlydoubts]

[ if you'd asked bodhi where he'd see himself after the war, he's not sure what he would have said. having grown up on jedha, under the shadow of the empire for most of his life, peace time always seemed so far off. but somehow he'd survived scarif, and the rest of the war to see it. not without scars, but alive.

while settling down and starting a family had been a hope of his, the fact that's a reality now is... something. luke is the last jedi, a hero of the war, sure, but he's also a wonderful husband, and sweet and loving father and bodhi couldn't be happier for the life they've built together.

he never thought he deserved anything like this, before. there are still times where he feels like it's a dream. thank the force for luke, offering support to bodhi when it's difficult just as bodhi does for him. they're a good fit, and it seemed right to adopt. jedha might be gone, but it's people live on and it only took one look at the twins to know.

in the meantime he's taken up some jobs, mostly mechanic work, things he can do at his own pace and also be home more to stay with the family. luke will have to eventually start his jedi temple, but not before he's ready.


bodhi is used to artoo's foul language and banters good naturedly as he works on fixing an internal jam, he hears luke leave the room at some point and return a few short moment with their son. he looks up, setting his tool down and giving artoo the all clear, taking rani and sitting him on his lap. ] Hello. Did you have a good sleep?

[ he brushes a hand over the unruly curls, ruffled with sleep, pressing a kiss to the top of his head before looking to luke. ]

almost posted this in ic contact, woops - MoM slightly future AU?

[flightforfreedom]

[Poe wouldn't have been exactly been able to explain what led up to it. Months of slightly longer, lingering touches - finger tips resting against an arm for no reason save for the want of connection. Silences that grew a little heavier, every time. The slight hitch of a breath during the viewing of a movie, curled against each other, where Poe was suddenly far more aware of Bodhi's body than he'd been seconds before.

The affection, the love - that had been steady and constant and not something that Poe either questioned or thought too deeply about. Family, he had told himself, and that was how he'd made sense of it. But Family didn't make his heart skip a beat when they met his eyes and family didn't make him want to lean in and steal a kiss from sleeping lips and family certainly, certainly, didn't slip into his dreams at night and leave him breathless and confused when he woke up the next morning. But the build had been so slow that he hadn't managed to dissect it, hadn't even managed to think about it.

So when Bodhi had broken his ankle, and Poe had teased about kissing it better, it hadn't been intended as a gateway to more than that. But that fist kiss against Bodhi's ankle had been far too meaningful for what it was, far too reverential, and Poe hadn't been able to stop himself from shifting up and taking a kiss from Bodhi's lips, instead.

By the time Poe fully registered what was happening, his mouth was working against Bodhi's throat, lips pressing to skin again and again as his breath came in shorter, shallower gasps. They hadn't quite managed to actually discard their clothes, but Poe had still managed to get his hand gripped around Bodhi's cock, stroking it almost worshipfully as he kissed the man's neck, his own pressed hard against the seam of his jeans, the fly fully open but his undwear still keeping him trapped, the bulge straining useless at cloth. He pressed another hard kiss to Bodhi's throat, then his collar bone, then to his chest, shifting his body down as he strokes, his laps making a clear line south.]

that'd be an interesting uh... development hah

[onlydoubts]

[ Bodhi couldn't really pinpoint when things between him and Poe had changed. He wants to say it's been there for a while, he's considered Poe as one of the most important people he's met here, but - he too had thought it was more familial kind of love. The kind of love he's felt for his friends.

He's not sorry to be wrong in this instance.

It was before he broke his ankle, but he hadn't realized it. Not right away. But this is the first time he's aware that Poe's feelings might be... similar. One minute he's laughing as he's joking about giving his foot a kiss to make it all better.

And he'd thought it'd be it.

They'd lie on the couch and watch a movie until they both fell asleep, as they have in the past.

But Poe's mouth is so gentle against the injury, so tender and his breath hitches in his chest as the man's mouth moves to his own and hand reaches under his trousers to his hardening cock. It's a welcome change, shift in the mood in the room. ]

Poe...

[ It's half a plea, urging him to keep going. He throws an arm around the other man's waist, fingers stroking the skin of his back under his shirt. Too many clothes between them. ]

MoM AU - Post Kiss

[flightforfreedom]

[the alternate continuation of this thread.]

[He stopped painting as soon as he saw Ace, pushing the dummy off his lap so that he could put his arms out to embrace the dog, who did so with enthusiasm. It was also a helpful way to keep Poe from actually having to look Bodhi in the eye when the man approached.

He wilted a little, as Bodhi jumped straight to the point, a guilty look crossing his face. Damn it.]

Yeah, I -- Yeah. I remember. I'm sorry, Bud. I'm not going to let myself get that way again. No more drinking, not for a while, anyway.

I didn't... [He sighed, running a hand through his hair before finally standing up.]

The last thing I want to do it hurt you, I just- misunderstood.

[onlydoubts]

I'm glad. That you're cutting the drinking, I mean. [ Jump straight to the point, Bodhi decides - he doesn't want to lose his nerve when it comes to this. He's been thinking of it a lot, since it happened, and well - he watches Poe stand.

Reaches over to take his hand. ]

But you didn't hurt me, Poe. See, I - I was surprised by it. Really surprised. Because you're you and I'm me.

[ And Finn had just disappeared. He's not sure of what he's doing, not at all - cupping the back of his friend's neck with the other hand, moving forward to kiss him.

Which might be an answer, no he's not upset about it. ]

mom verse - angst and shit

[onlydoubts]

[ It had been senseless, really. Violence against ImPorts was rare, but not unheard of - most people weren't stupid or desperate enough to try anything against highly powered individuals. Bodhi's abilities weren't defensive in nature, and while he could actually defend himself in a fight, it wouldn't matter if there was more than one person versus him. Or if they had a weapon and he did not.

It had started - well, he'd heard a woman needing help in an alley. Sounded as though she'd been mugged, someone had taken her purse. He'd pulled out his phone had gone to investigate and promptly had two attackers on him, causing him to drop the phone. There was a glint of sharp metal, and a stabbing pain in his gut as one of the men twisted the knife while the other went through his pockets. A set up, he realizes a moment too late, and he'd fallen for it.

He'd laugh at his own stupidity, if it didn't hurt so much. And someone should know, so it wasn't a stranger stumbling on his body, his friends would know what had happened - instead of wondering where he'd gone off to. Swallowing, he reaches his phone with bloody fingers and leaves a hurried message to Poe.

His location. ]

[flightforfreedom]

[He heard the ping a couple minutes before he answered it, having stopped to wash the grease off his hands first. He and BB-8 had been fooling around with the junk car he'd gotten, seeing if they could fix it up a bit. So by the time he got the text, a couple minutes had passed -

And his heart fell through his feet.

That was not a text sent randomly. That only meant one thing. Bodhi was in trouble. Poe immediately sprinted to the door, grabbing his carpet as BB-8 whistled a worried tone behind him.]

Sorry bud, no time. You gotta stay here. I'll explain when I'm back. [And then he was in the air, racing forward while he hurriedly dialled Bodhi on his phone.

Pick up, pick up...]