Rey Skywalker

Weirdly, Rey felt more in shock today than she did yesterday. Yesterday had been so much, after straight days of constant so much, and things had still felt raw and surreal. She had to have a couple rough conversations that had taken it out of her. She, Poe and Finn had ended up sharing the same cabin on the Falcon overnight, with the door to Chewie's first mate quarters open, like they were all a little worried about not having a sense of where they all were for too long.

Today Rey felt better rested, but things were odd in a new way. People were packing up and leaving now. For about a year and a half her time, Rey had considered this place, these people, like a home, and so many of them were going back to real ones now. It was like losing more people on top of losing so many people already.

And the absence of Leia was striking. People looked to Poe for leadership, but they still usually defaulted to Leia. She knew how to do everything. She would know what to do next. She always had answers. But she wasn't here to tell them. Others would look like they were about to bring her up, or go looking for her, and then they remembered, and it hit them again. Rey wondered if she would be able to reach out, to talk to her, but she couldn't bring herself to do it yet.

She'd tried reaching out to Ben this morning. Had a little breakdown when she got nothing. All that time she spent shutting him out and…

Rey was determined not to have any more breakdowns today. Maybe tomorrow, but not today. There were things to do, and she was putting herself to work, finding people to help pack up or load things or take down equipment and tamping down the urge to beg them not to go. That was healthy.


[Open for calls, texts, and anyone who may have stayed overnight!]

The ships exited hyperspace, and Poe's first thought upon seeing Exegol was that it looked dead. It was the the ugliest thing he'd seen in a long while, and he wondered if it had always been this way, or if building a colossal fleet of Star Destroyers here had killed the place.

And when the ships dived into the cloud cover, they nearly ran into the Sith fleet. It was massive. Their triangled hulls were enormous, but they grew even smaller as their numbers seemed to stretch into infinity.

"Great dark seas," Aftab Ackbar gasped across the comm. "Look at that!"

"No sign of the Falcon or allies," Tyce said from her ship.

"Help will get here," Poe assured them.

( there are more of us )

[NFB, NFI, OOC okay. Bits taken from The Rise of Skywalker novelization by Rae Carson. Preplayed with somethingwithturquoise, notagoose, sith_happened, grenadesandohana, imafuturist, weetuskenraider, unusual_sith, defenderofdesmoines, heroic_jawline, dishesonthetoprack, and stykera. Thank you all!!]

Today was supposed to have been a double date night, and then Silver and Diego had to go and turn into animals. Rey and Annie decided they should still get together anyway, but it was going to be a lower key thing, because again, animal boyfriends.

Of course she'd left some things over at Silver's half of the floor, so she left him in her half with the door open while she got them. In retrospect she probably should have just told Annie to come over to this half, but either way it just meant crossing a hall.


[For the superhero bff]

Early in the morning, Rey got up to land the Falcon on what was going to be the new Resistance base. The base was a cave, under the cover of the jungle around them, and she set them down in a clearing near some other ships. Apparently this was the hangar. People were already unloading things, carrying equipment back and forth, asking directions on where they should put something.

As the day went on, more people arrived. A few smaller ships and starfighters landed, and the people got straight to work, or just reunited with people they hadn't seen recently. These were some of the people who had been working around the galaxy to recruit people for the Resistance, and it had definitely gained traction since the near miss at Crait. It actually looked like this could be the start of something.

But to start, they had to get set up. So if you were able to help unload things and get them working, your help was badly needed.

Or you could find somewhere to slack off on a humid planet that may have already turned your hair into a mess. Either way.


[For the moving crew!]

It was a lovely day on this… uh, planet covered in actual trash. Honestly, it wasn't so bad. Sure, you needed a rebreather to go outside due to the toxic air, which was good because it also kept you from smelling all the literal garbage covering the ground's surface. Somewhere under all that trash was also a monstrous pit beast that could eat you whole, but it probably wouldn't make an appearance today. (Probably.)

But for the most part, they had more pressing things to worry about. There was a series of giant interconnected domed tents which served as the Resistance base. There was war room, filled with massive screens and equipment most of you probably didn't know how to work, where the power had largely been cut to most of it to dismantle them for travel. There was storage for things like supplies, food and weaponry. A few people had living quarters here, and there was a decent kitchen for that sort of setup.

And all of that had to be packed up and moved onto either the Falcon of the other transport ship. ASAP. By the few Resistance members working here, and the lovely volunteers from Fandom.

Welcome to the glamorous Resistance!


[For those on the trip!]

Rey had come to accept certain things over the past week, like how she was about to lose her apartment to pure chaos and glitter that would apparently be shot out of cannons.

Therefore, today was being set aside to prepare for that. The weapons rack was getting moved into her bedroom. She'd tried her hand at baking cookies- they were actually pretty good but too much work and so the party was getting Tollhouse sugar cookies. She'd unboxed everything that had come in today because she was still getting packages (two boxes of Santa hats was entirely too much), the ridiculous amounts of alcohol had been set out on the bar area, and the decorations she didn't know what to do with had been carefully arranged in the living room for people to do what they would with them.

The door was open, and since she'd spent the day by herself getting things ready, the pushy mistletoe would come as a surprise..


[Expecting a few but open! If you want to come decorate, mod a text!]