[Given the state of his body at home, to say that he woke from this second "sleep" gently is to be wrong in all the worst ways. Finn finds himself falling on his knees, wiping at the strange dust that coats his face, coughing it out. So distracted that he doesn't notice the other body coming in until there's a hand on his back, touching where the scar from Kylo Ren's lightsaber scored him and causing him to jerk.
But the hands refuse to let him get far from them, instead leading him into the room where he can clean up. A former soldier he isn't at all worried about his modesty as his clothes are taken away. He wasn't even familiar with them anyway, the white plastic suit with all the tubes coming off of it. Dimly he recalls seeing such things in Medical, they must have put him in there. They must have gotten off Starkiller Base before it imploded. Almost robotically he washes up, the movements brisk and unthinking but get every bit of rust colored dust off of him.
Finn frowns at what the woman tells him, almost opening his mouth to voice his dislike. But she puts a hand over it before he can say a word. Instead confusion continues to write itself all over his face as she continues with everything else, his mind working a mile a minute on how the heck he ended up here instead of actively paying attention. But the great thing about his training is part of him is still paying attention and retaining, just not as much as he should. The ex-Stormtrooper gets nudged out the door, device in hand, and takes a deep breath.
Thinking to himself: Okay, Finn. You got this. A moment's hesitation. Maybe.]
Falling down the stairs
[He tries to keep the coughing to a minimum, trying to work up enough saliva to spit out the dust that coats things. Then the wormhole from hell yanks him and his mysterious new friend through another tunnel and the sand that gets in his mouth now tastes familiar.
Uncomfortably familiar.
To the point where he's pushing himself up onto his knees and knees, quicker to his feet, and dusting himself off.
It's night time in a desert looking village, there's a few fires and strange animals are attempting to doze off. For the most part it's quiet. It's a part of the quiet that Finn wasn't there for.
This is how it always starts.
Why is it always Jakku?
He tries hard to internalize the groan, but the frustrated sigh still comes out. Just as the warning bells start ringing through the village, Finn reaches down and grabs the person's hand/forearm.]
We need to get into cover. Now.
[Ships are starting to land, colored blaster shots firing at and from them as the doors open. Off in the near distance—an explosion.
Finn tugs, pulling them behind a rock just as a blaster hits the space where Finn was moments ago. White-clad soldiers storming the dust and rock color clothed villagers.]
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Finn | Star Wars: The Force Awakens
Initial
[Given the state of his body at home, to say that he woke from this second "sleep" gently is to be wrong in all the worst ways. Finn finds himself falling on his knees, wiping at the strange dust that coats his face, coughing it out. So distracted that he doesn't notice the other body coming in until there's a hand on his back, touching where the scar from Kylo Ren's lightsaber scored him and causing him to jerk.
But the hands refuse to let him get far from them, instead leading him into the room where he can clean up. A former soldier he isn't at all worried about his modesty as his clothes are taken away. He wasn't even familiar with them anyway, the white plastic suit with all the tubes coming off of it. Dimly he recalls seeing such things in Medical, they must have put him in there. They must have gotten off Starkiller Base before it imploded. Almost robotically he washes up, the movements brisk and unthinking but get every bit of rust colored dust off of him.
Finn frowns at what the woman tells him, almost opening his mouth to voice his dislike. But she puts a hand over it before he can say a word. Instead confusion continues to write itself all over his face as she continues with everything else, his mind working a mile a minute on how the heck he ended up here instead of actively paying attention. But the great thing about his training is part of him is still paying attention and retaining, just not as much as he should. The ex-Stormtrooper gets nudged out the door, device in hand, and takes a deep breath.
Thinking to himself: Okay, Finn. You got this. A moment's hesitation. Maybe.]
Falling down the stairs
[He tries to keep the coughing to a minimum, trying to work up enough saliva to spit out the dust that coats things. Then the wormhole from hell yanks him and his mysterious new friend through another tunnel and the sand that gets in his mouth now tastes familiar.
Uncomfortably familiar.
To the point where he's pushing himself up onto his knees and knees, quicker to his feet, and dusting himself off.
It's night time in a desert looking village, there's a few fires and strange animals are attempting to doze off. For the most part it's quiet. It's a part of the quiet that Finn wasn't there for.
This is how it always starts.
Why is it always Jakku?
He tries hard to internalize the groan, but the frustrated sigh still comes out. Just as the warning bells start ringing through the village, Finn reaches down and grabs the person's hand/forearm.]
We need to get into cover. Now.
[Ships are starting to land, colored blaster shots firing at and from them as the doors open. Off in the near distance—an explosion.
Finn tugs, pulling them behind a rock just as a blaster hits the space where Finn was moments ago. White-clad soldiers storming the dust and rock color clothed villagers.]
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