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Guys. GUYS. Can we talk about how Poe’s idol CANONICALLY is Leia? Like, I think Poe has too much self-awareness as an irreverent shithead to ever scribble Mr. General Leia Organa all over his schoolbooks but I will bet you every last cent I have that there was a time in Poe’s adolescence when he had these super-intense heroic fantasies about taking down an entire fleet of Star Destroyers at Leia’s command and, like, dying in her arms or something.
Of course by the time TFA rolls around, he has long let go of the dream of General Organa touching his hair and telling him that was the best Skywalker Swoop she’d ever seen – because lbr that’s not a fantasy that will survive Leia’s withering stare – but he was probably 200% more thrilled than he ought to be at being sent on a mission to Jakku.
… I really want a fic of Poe getting into fights as a kid over arguments on who was the best Rebel Alliance hero with his father sighing in the background and going, well I guess falling for badass women runs in the family.
(Also at a meta level I just find it really awesome that Poe Dameron as a character could’ve easily been conceptualised as idolising Wedge Antilles or Luke Skywalker, but nope, it’s Leia Organa.)
just imagine…him meeting Leia for the first time…stammering constantly…AND WHAT ABOUT THE TIME HE ACCIDENTALLY CALLS HER “MOM”
“ew maybe not the mom thing,but,the first part is cool”
can i direct you to the scene in brooklyn 9-9 where jake peralta calls captain holt dad.
So, it’s canon that Poe was trained by his mom, Shara Bey.
It gets better.
She’d continued to fly it for a couple of years after, mostly in civilian defense, and every so often she would take Poe up in it. He would sit on her lap inside the cramped cockpit, his hands on the stick and her hands on his, and he could feel the ship answering their control. He could feel them moving through the air, the atmosphere pushing against them, the pull of gravity trying to refuse them.
Then they would break through the thin skin that protected the moon they called their home, and the Yavin gas giant would suddenly glow that much brighter against the darkness of space. All the push and pull of atmosphere and gravity would vanish, and it was as close to perfection as young Poe could imagine. He would stare up through the canopy and lose track of the stars and feel the freedom and the potential, that he could go anywhere, that he could do anything. That was when he knew that whatever else he would be, he would be a pilot.