Fated Paths (For flyboytwopointoh)

Everyone that knew Shara Bey and Kes Dameron had expected their son to take after Shara and become a pilot too. Even Poe had thought that was where he was headed, but after his mother died, Poe's father started to talk as if he could see something new and ominous on the horizon. By the time Poe went to the academy his course was sent for politics.

After graduating, Hosnian Prime became Poe's home, his days spent on the floor of the Galactic Senate trying to do what he could for those still displaced by a war that had been won some thirty years before. His voice was as loud as he could make it in those meetings, but he also had the sense to listen.

This evening, as he walked the darkened Republic City streets home, Poe was deep in thought. The First Order had been on the senate's radar for some time now, but many dismissed it too easily. His father's warning seemed to ring in his ears and it troubled Poe. He was so distracted, he was barely aware of his surroundings.

Even the Resistance needs an evening off (For alwaysaprincess)

Most the alcohol on the base was homemade; fermented from dubious berries and ran through a still for several cycles. It could burn a layer off your eyeballs before you even attempted to sip it. The quest to find something bottled and drinkable proved quite a challenge and in the end Poe had to not only call in a favour with L'ulo, but he now owed Jess two favours as well.

The price was worth it though, as by some incredible luck he found himself in possession of a bottle of Toniray. The teal coloured sparkling Alderaan wine would surely be something the General would appreciate.

Poe waited in his quarters for Leia; an old beaten metal caravan once intended for travelling folk, to be pulled by bantha, but now wheel-less and half repainted in the colours Poe favoured for his X-Wing and droid. It was cramped but homely inside, a little space of his own to decompress when he needed.