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JANUARY TEST DRIVE MEME
You awaken to godawful static overlaying a female voice that's too monotone to be anything but a recording. The static makes it difficult to understand the warning, but it's clearly a warning if your surroundings tell you anything...
You're buckled into a sturdy seat bolted to the wall behind you. Around you, there are dozens of others like you, some awake and others still unconscious, but it seems most of the seats lining the walls are occupied. The lights are dim, likely auxiliary lighting, leaving you mostly in the dark. You smell smoke and hear the sizzling crackle of electrical systems popping and shorting out. Some of the seats were jarred off the wall, leaving the occupants either wounded or dead. Count yourself lucky all you have is a headache and various aches accounted to whiplash.
You appear to be in a drop ship or an escape vessel of some form but the pilot is dead and the hull bears a massive gash where it buckled under the impact and sheered off. Through the door-sized opening, you can see vegetation. The air that wafts in is heavy with a humid heat, but it's obviously breathable.
Once you make your way outside, you'll see greenery: Trees, grass, and shrubs tangled with vines that grow wildly and suffocate the trees they climb. In the distance, behind the ship, you can make out a sandy desert that seems to stretch on endlessly. Forward through the trees, however, you may see a crumbling wall, but more importantly, you'll see signs of civilisation. Buildings and other structures seem contained within those decrepit walls. Maybe the natives can fill you in on what's going on, because the last thing you remember isn't being in an escape shuttle. As a matter of fact, you don't remember much about your arrival or where you are. But it's going to be a bit of a hike, better get moving. Though you might want to grab the backpack of supplies under your seat before you go.
With that, the power dies, leaving the drop ship in the dark, crackling and groaning as the hull cools from its catastrophic re-entry.
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He could have been checking things as Finn made his own way out. The escape pod held people within it but he couldn't really see who might have been in. Poe knew there was no way that it could fly again. If it was even meant to fly back to where ever it came.
"I have no idea. None of the controls are familiar really in that pod. It's not First Order or New Republic or Resistance." He stands back up after a while. They probably shouldn't stay around here for too much longer. At some point they needed to find shelter or other life. Anything to show that they may not be alone.
Poe takes another look back towards the crush site before over in the direction of the desert and forest. It seemed different from other vegetation he might have seen. "We probably should start moving out soon."
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Where's the rest of the Resistance? The only thing Finn can think is that they were attacked while he was asleep, but Poe seems just as confused as he is. Poe should know, though. Poe knows everything about the Resistance.
Finn shakes his head slowly, utterly lost. "I don't understand...you mean you don't remember either?"