❛ i… was part of the assault on starkiller, yeah. ❜ he remembers snow, the taste of the cold biting sharp enough in the wind to leave chills like teethmarks. the rest… the rest is a nondescript blur of scarlet light & searing heat.
finn watches with a nervous wariness as the stranger completes his scan. validation of his identity, he assumes; there’s no reason for it, but he’d rather not jinx his luck. it’d be awfully tragic for something to go wrong on his FIRST MISSION.
❛i’m finn. one of general organa’s people on the inside. who are you ?❜
He tilts his head, the mere mention of the name of base always seem to fill him with a combined sense of dread and hatred, even as destroyed as it was, (and even in the wake of all that he had seen and experienced); he is, after all, star stuff. And a weapon that harnessed the power of stars (to collect dark energy; appropriately ironic considering which side they were on) was something that shouldn’t be allowed to exist, oh he’d have blown that weapon to hell if he wasn’t so far off in galaxies away and too busy with his own array of missions. “Glad that horror is gone. You have my thanks.”
Soon as they’re done with the scan, and Richard is assured of there being no threat from the other — not that Finn couldn’t be lethal when the need arises — he relaxes further (not completely, never completely), and finds it fit to introduce himself.
