“Who are you?” the person asked.
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“Who are you?” the person asked. “I mean, you can’t really be Poe Dameron.”
“Why not?” Bolt asked. He was still sort of fuzzy on what was going on. At a time like this he actually missed the stimulants. “I could be. I never had a real name before, maybe I could just steal one.”
The person’s smile went a little crooked. “Are you— were you a Stormtrooper?”
“No,” Bolt said, offended, but then he deflated. To regular people there wasn’t really a difference. He scrunched his face up as he thought about it. “JN-4002,” he admitted. “TIE pilot.”
“Oh, wow,” the person said. “I flew one of those for like, five minutes. It was awesome . They’re so fast!”
“Ha,” Bolt said, “I just flew an X-Wing for the first time, and it was like trying to fuck a liferaft down a trash chute without using your hands. I couldn’t even get the fucking thing pointed anywhere near where I wanted it to go.”
I’m in final edits here. I can’t think about this any longer so I’m going to just post it.
Y’all probably have lives and won’t read it tonight but I’ll try to remember to shamelessly self-promote and reblog it. I dunno, Monday morning maybe? We’ll see.
One more once-over and then I’ll hit the button. I feel like I’m missing something important.

“Who are you?” the person asked. “I mean, you can’t really be Poe Dameron.”
“Why not?” Bolt asked. He was still sort of fuzzy on what was going on. At a time like this he actually missed the stimulants. “I could be. I never had a real name before, maybe I could just steal one.”
The person’s smile went a little crooked. “Are you— were you a Stormtrooper?”
“No,” Bolt said, offended, but then he deflated. To regular people there wasn’t really a difference. He scrunched his face up as he thought about it. “JN-4002,” he admitted. “TIE pilot.”
“Oh, wow,” the person said. “I flew one of those for like, five minutes. It was awesome . They’re so fast!”
“Ha,” Bolt said, “I just flew an X-Wing for the first time, and it was like trying to fuck a liferaft down a trash chute without using your hands. I couldn’t even get the fucking thing pointed anywhere near where I wanted it to go.”
I’m in final edits here. I can’t think about this any longer so I’m going to just post it.
Y’all probably have lives and won’t read it tonight but I’ll try to remember to shamelessly self-promote and reblog it. I dunno, Monday morning maybe? We’ll see.
One more once-over and then I’ll hit the button. I feel like I’m missing something important.
