A Trailing Sectors Outer Rim thermophile planet at the crossroads of the Rimma Trade Route and the Silvestri Trace. Like Mustafar, Sullust’s primary geographic makeup is magma: under the gravity of Sullust’s two moons, the lava flows and ebbs like tides and cools into multicolored rainbow rock formations where the Sullustan species build their homes. Nien Nunb and Ten Numb, Resistance and Rebel Alliance pilots, came from Sullust.
no offence but i need a novel or maybe a comic miniseries about poe’s squadron i want to know all their names and all their personalities and histories and the fun jokes they have with each other and what’s poe like as a leader is he a good leader? does nien numb tell them all the old stories of the rebellion do they look up to luke and wedge and hobbie and janson as heroes is bb8 the baby of the squadron i need to know
Wedge Antiles and the Rogue Squadron made for some of the best comics and novels of the the old Star Wars extended universe and I see no reason preventing Poe and his own squadron from following suite. I know it was Blue and Red Squads in the movie, but I just went ahead and decided to call them ‘Black Squadron.’
I’d just love to see comics, novels, or even an animated series following this squad’s exploits…
with (from upper left-to-right) Poe, BB8, Jessika Pava, Ello Asty, Nien Numb, and Temmen ‘Snap’ Wexly.
i stared at the photo for too long so I wrote this piece of whateverthefuck:
‘And-’ Poe breaks off. ‘What’s behind me?’
Finn swallows. ‘Don’t turn around.’
Poe actually pales a little. ‘It’s Jess, isn’t it?’
Finn doesn’t need to answer. A hand grasps Poe’s shoulder and turns him around.
‘Fuck,’ Poe says.
‘Not right now, Dameron,’ Jessika says drily. The implications catch up to Finn and he flushes a bright red. ‘And only if you have a million credits. We have work to do.’
Poe turns to Finn. ‘Save me,’ he says beseechingly.
Finn gives him an incredulous look. ‘How?’ Finn might be hopelessly, ridiculously in love with Poe but that doesn’t mean he’s going to go up against a determined, resourceful pilot to save the man from a photoshoot. He’s not an idiot.
‘As charming it is to see you lose your shits over a few photos, we do need to get going,’ Jessika says, hands on her hips.
Poe appears to steel himself. ‘Fine, Pava, do your worst.’
Jessika snorts. ‘Get over yourself.’
She drags Poe by the crook of his elbow like a mother with a recalcitrant child to the stands set up on the tarmac. Finn follows them, mostly because Poe shoots him a betrayed look but also pairs it with big soulful eyes that remind Finn of a wide open field and sunlight through blue-green leaves and Poe’s smile covered with a blue tinge as he reaches out to Finn.
‘Look,’ Poe says plaintively, bringing Finn back to the present. ‘Jess, I’m pretty sure I don’t need all this powder on my face.’
‘You do,’ Snap says, from where he’s sitting behind the camera and safely out of range of Poe’s impending sulk. ‘I mean, we need to make sure that you’re dashing enough to triple the recruiting numbers. Taking no chances, here.’
Poe chokes with outrage, or maybe on powder. Jessika helpfully wallops him between his shoulder blades until he gasp out, between coughs, ‘Excuse you,’ he says, once he’s taken in more than half a breath between gasps. ‘I’ll have you know –’
‘That you’re secretly a beautiful princess?’ Jessika asks innocently. ‘Never could’ve guessed, what with the way you sing to all the droids about – ’
‘OKAY,’ Poe says loudly. Finn looks on mystified as all the pilots guffaw loudly. ‘I don’t have to listen to this, you know.’ When they continue laughing he scowls. ‘I’ll send the lot of you to maintenance, you see if I don’t.’
‘Well,’ Jessika allows, wiping away a tear with one delicate forefinger. ‘I mean, you could try. But I don’t think General Organa would go for that. Plus, it’d make Finn sad, and we all know what your reaction to anything that makes Finn sad is.’
Nien Numb makes ‘pew pew’ noises, complete with finger guns. The pilots collapse into hysterics again. Snap is making strange wheezing noises.
Poe looks at Finn, his eyes lipid. ‘Finn, buddy, would you mind getting rid of these nasty people for me? They’re hurting my feelings.’
‘Hey, no using Finn,’ Jessika protests before Finn can seriously contemplate Poe’s request. She grabs his chin, swatting away his indignantly flailing hands, and tilts her head, considering her handiwork. ‘Karé!’ she hollers over her shoulder, not relinquishing her hold on Poe’s face as the tall, blonde pilot Finn had seen sitting with Poe and others in the mess pokes her head out from behind an A-wing and comes over.
‘Needs more rugged and handsome,’ she suggests after a moment of contemplative silence. Poe immediately splutters and Finn has to bite back a smile.
Jessika makes an approving noise. ‘You’re right,’ she agrees. ‘Blood stain down the side, maybe?’
‘Maybe keep it to a bit of a smear, right here above his eyes.’
‘Yeah, true – don’t want him looking potentially concussed.’
Jessika ducks behind Finn to grab some more cases and tubes of – stuff. ‘You’re staring,’ she murmurs under her breath, her voice pitched just for Finn’s ears. He instantly feels his cheeks warm, and it has nothing to do with the stinging wind whipping around on the tarmac.
Meanwhile, Poe has turned around again. ‘Finn, buddy.’ He frowns a little with consternation. ‘You’re looking a little feverish.’