the rescue meme.

[khaleesock]

the rescue meme

'Cause sometimes you just can’t save yourself.

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1. BAD DATE - You get a text, a phone call, or maybe you can just see the other person floundering on what clearly must be the worst date of their life. Time to step in and save the day.

2. PRISON - Maybe they've been wrongly convicted, or maybe you're an accomplice. Either way, it's jailbreak time. Maybe the guards will fall for the old 'wounded prisoner' technique.

3. TAKEN HOSTAGE - They're being held at gunpoint, either for money or for fun. Maybe you can talk down their captors — or maybe you are a captor, secretly working to help them.

4. UNWELL - Your body is damaged, your suffering taken its toll. You can't save yourself anymore. You're wounded, you're starving, maybe even dying. Someone, help!

5. YOURSELF - One bad choice after another, your self-destructive tendencies are going to get the best of you unless someone steps in to save the day.

6. BIG DAMN RESCUE - You're hovering over an active volcano, a pit of sharks, about to fall off a cliff. Whatever it is, you've only got precious seconds of life left.

7. LONELINESS - You've been secluded, locked away, and the emptiness is overwhelming. You need company, or you might just drown.

8. UNWANTED SOCIAL FUNCTION - A family reunion, your three o'clock board meeting, whatever it is, you desperately don't want to go. Hopefully your good buddy can come up with a distraction.

9. BAD ROMANCE - You're trapped in a relationship that's headed south. Maybe it's an arranged marriage, or maybe it's just someone who won't take no for an answer. You need a helping hand, maybe even a Prince(ss) Charming.

10. WILDCARD - Any kind of rescue will do! Spread your creative wings and go for it.

Comments

[liveandforgive]

It most certainly a trait of his that he didn't tend to put on display for most. Usually in control of his own rides (considering he was the one doing all the hunting in the first place,) hopefully he wouldn't be on the receiving end of too much teasing when things settled down. In space and as long as the trip was smooth enough, he was fine not being at the controls. But on a planet's surface and in the throes of an intense chase and race through the streets? Cloud definitely had a weakspot.

"Stop that ship! Blast them!"

By the time the two were already inside and settled in the front-mounted cockpit, he doesn't take the time to strap himself in as the faint sound of blaster rifle fire can be heard from the outside. Some of their shots miss the ship (because of course they missed,) while any that did had little to no effect. The stormtroopers' firepower was geared more for ground skirmishes rather than taking down larger ships. Cloud held very little concern for them at this point, feeling very content and safe in the confines of his ship.

"Quite the hot spot," he quips, thinking to take the time to ask more about it once they were squarely out of danger. And when it truly sank in for him that his bounty hunting days were either numbered? Or done entirely now.

What would be more concerning as they took off was whatever was just outside the planet's atmosphere. "Not gonna take any chances. Once we hit the stars, we're jumping." To hyperspace, that is. It was no Millenium Falcon, but the Highwind had been upgraded with an SSP03 hyperdrive that was certainly stable enough.

[forceshadowed]

Quite the hot spot. That makes Jane chuckle, and she glances at Cloud in amusement. Yes, she likes puns. And the lamer they are, the better.

But the one she's about to throw his way dies in her throat as he continues speaking, all serious and laser-focused. Fine, they'll have time for jokes later -- assuming they make it out of the kriffing planet in one piece. She turns her attention back to the viewscreen, to the sky in front of them. She can't see the ships, but she can feel that they're out there. It's going to be tight.

"I have a bad feeling about this," she mutters under her breath, so very Han Solo.

[liveandforgive]

The silence is palpable as they breach the atmosphere, a sea of stars and the two moons orbiting the planet out of their peripheral vision. He begins flipping switches as he readies the two of them for the jump to hyperspace. The seconds feel like an eternity as the Highwind gears up. But whether it's upon impulse or a deeper feeling, his hands suddenly fly back to the controls as the ship takes a very hard turn to the left to avoid the turret fire of something.

"!! What the...? ... Crap. We've got company." As it appears off to the right on the radar, he leans out to look and notices the rather massive Star Destroyer that'd been planetside. Almost like they were waiting for Solo on the off chance she managed to escape her pursuers on the ground. Resurgent-class... He rather liked the tinier ones of the old Empire. But that may be bias and not wanting to take turbolasers to the back of his ship to blame.

"Big company. But if they want you alive, we're moseying outta here." Thinking quick on his feet, he rights the ship as he reaches for a slide to the left of the console. As long as they didn't hit them with any of their heavier firepower (of which would have no doubt punched right through his shields even at full capacity and killed the two immediately,) they could tank the lesser turrets long enough for the engines to roar into full capacity. Which is why Cloud shifted all power to the shields and the charge to jumping.

Their ship shakes under the occasional laser that hits the Highwind's shields. If there were any fighter ships out there, they hadn't been deployed yet.

"Strap yourself in, we're just about ready!"

[forceshadowed]

Holy kriff, a Resurgent-class Destroyer? Jane doesn't know if she should be flattered or mortified. Because, really, a Star Destroyer? It's little overkill if one really thinks about it, but she supposes her brother's done with taking chances and wants her in the First Order's claws, no matter what the cost.

As she watches Cloud move, dread begins to settle in the pit of her stomach. Somehow, inexplicably, she knows they're not going to make it to hyperspace. Either the shields aren't going to hold, or they won't have enough power left to make the jump, or there'll be a tractor beam pulling them in; she can't put her finger to it, but she knows there's a fair chance of any of those outcomes.

So much for making it out alive.

She glances at the controls, searching for the weapons system. No, not enough. Not enough firepower, and more importantly, not enough time. She takes a moment to make sure she's strapped in, before she reaches forward and presses both palms to the console. "Shift all power to the hyperdrive," she instructs, her tone one of deathly quiet and calm. "Then when we get to lightspeed, restore power to the shields."

Yes, she's shielding the Highwind. Manually. With the Force. It's a risk, and above all it's insane, but it'll buy them a few precious seconds. Just enough to guarantee their getaway.

[liveandforgive]

They were playing with proverbial fire here. Probably actual fire to follow suit before being reduced to ether in the vacuum of space. Admittedly, this was the first time he's ever found himself pitted against a Destroyer of this size. Or any Destroyer for that matter. Usually the mercenary was the one being pulled in via tractor beam to deliver a bounty. Now he was trying to beat it.

Though judging by the heavy fire that starts raining down on them as the ship shakes and jumps beneath the pressure, they weren't going to be pulling them in any time soon. They were resisting and speeding away as fast as they could without jumping that death was more likely. He grits his teeth as he watches the meters build. But then a voice cuts through the tension in the air, his eyes snapping her way to ask if she was crazy.

That's when he realizes she's reached forward to press her palms along the console, still as a stormless night, within a desert that carried no wind.

"What are you...?!"

Cloud pauses, the shaking of their ship lessening slightly as the combination of the shields and her own interventions were dulling the effects of the Destroyers turret fire. There's a feeling in his chest that's telling him to trust her. Even if he couldn't really place a finger on what this feeling was. Not yet... With a small 'tch', he does as instructed, pulling down all the shields as power was rerouted to the hyperdrive. The rumbling comes back as the fire of the Destroyer is deflected by the Force.

"There!"

Less than ten precious seconds was all it took for the conditions to be met as Cloud clutches the handle with white knuckles, gearing forward as they prepare to make the jump. And just in time too.

PUNCH IT!



"..." Almost forgetting to redirect power to the shields, they remain in lightspeed as the imminent danger is left behind them. ...for now. There's an aggravated sigh that leaves his lips. And rather than thank his 'stowaway', he turns towards her with a furrowed brow as he leans back in his seat. "Seriously, what were you thinking back there?"

Okay. Well. Maybe he wasn't the most gracious bounty hunter. Somebody was worried.

omg i'm sorry this is so late :c

[forceshadowed]

She gives him a lopsided smile, one that's so achingly reminiscent of Han Solo as anyone who knew the man could tell, but it's weak — and a moment later, he'll realize that she's grown several shades too pale, sweating profusely and literally shaking. She's never been the strongest in the family when it came to the Force, and even she isn't sure what she'd been thinking back there, but: "Desperate times call for desperate measures."

The retort's just as weak, though, even as she summons all the false bravado her system has to offer. She sounds winded, like she'd rammed straight through a Star Destroyer herself.

"Not bad for a bounty hun—" she starts to add, but she barely gets the words out before her world spins and she loses consciousness, body toppling forward though the seatbelts thankfully keep her from hitting the console face-first.

[liveandforgive]

He's not quiet in tone, just reserved in most instances of what he has to say. Talk is cheap, bounties are where money is at- probably something he'd say in the moment or something to play up the 'cool' card. ...even if that statement was a load of Tauntaun dung. But with his reserved nature, comes something else. His observant side, and even as he scolds his would-be prize, Cloud can tell that something was amiss with the Solo girl. Not being as force sensitive, the blond can only depend on a lingering sense of uncertainty in his gut as she sweats and seemingly struggles to catch her breath.

That's...when Jane's voice ebbs off while she gloats over her feat. She's proverbially spinning, and the telltale signs only get stronger. She's gonna pass out and hurt herself if she's not careful...

...

That is, if it wasn't for the sudden feeling of a hand on her furthest shoulder, arm resting against her upper chest as he catches her just in time. She doesn't get too far when it comes to 'toppling', but now that the ship was stable even in hyperdrive, he'd make quick work of getting out of his seat to catch her.

"Hey, hey. Don't go passing out on me.......now..."

Too late for that. And now she's practically a sitting duck. His deep azure eyes look at her face, pale as it was after the stunt she just pulled. This was...actually pretty convenient, come to think of it. If he wanted to, he could place a call out to anyone that would take her for a price. It wouldn't pay as much as going directly to the First Order, but it'd be enough to get him by. And make catching her like this worth his trouble.

"..."

Except for the way his brows furrow, knit with...was it concern? If it was, she sure as hell wouldn't see it. Maybe that's why he's letting it show as he lets out a sigh. Well, can't have her just sitting here unconscious like this. He'll unbuckle her from her seat, and after giving her a couple of gentle shakes just to make sure...

"What are you doing..." he mutters to himself before effortlessly pulling the girl into his arms. His hold is firm, secure as he hugs her tight against him in what was effectively a princess carry. Ain't nobody gonna let him live this down if they caught wind of this. But right now, he needs to get her to a bed.