[ At his coaxing, she relented and spilled into his lap with a readiness that betrayed the thin measure of restraint by which she had refrained from climbing into it of her own accord right off the bat. Conversation about Luke made for a poor ambience—it always coiled Kylo spring-tight like a viper, ready to snap on the first unfortunate misstep. But this time, he drew the subject out, and despite the stubborn grind of his question, the resistance it showed, that offered some willingness to engage.
Perhaps after all this time he had come to accept that Luke (and his mother) could not be avoided and dismissed out of hand forever; sooner or later, this gridlock they faced would need to be dealt with, resolved. But probably not. More likely, his interest lay only in how it impacted her. He had that way about him. ]
Most of the fleet's up there. It took both of us to get something armed for worst case scenario to be spaceworthy for him, and Master Luke's the better pilot, the more seasoned fighter, the— [ To list the reasons, she realized, only reinforced her frustration and directed it inward at her inadequacies, so she stopped abruptly and huffed out a breath. ] It's strategic. We don't know what's up there.
[ She toyed with one of the vents of his saber hilt, rolling it with the press of a single finger across the desk top, her despondence resolute. Even if the reasoning made sense, she could not help but feel neutered by sitting here instead of flying up there with him. Worse, it made her realize something, something new: Luke considered himself more expendable to the Resistance than he considered Rey.
Swallowing something like that came in stages. ]
If it's something jamming our signal, like we suspect, I'll bet it's to stop the scanners, and the communications are a byproduct. It's just as likely they're trying to get something by us as they are trying to get anything into our airspace.
this took me a really long time because all i did today was cry about carrie fisher
Perhaps after all this time he had come to accept that Luke (and his mother) could not be avoided and dismissed out of hand forever; sooner or later, this gridlock they faced would need to be dealt with, resolved. But probably not. More likely, his interest lay only in how it impacted her. He had that way about him. ]
Most of the fleet's up there. It took both of us to get something armed for worst case scenario to be spaceworthy for him, and Master Luke's the better pilot, the more seasoned fighter, the— [ To list the reasons, she realized, only reinforced her frustration and directed it inward at her inadequacies, so she stopped abruptly and huffed out a breath. ] It's strategic. We don't know what's up there.
[ She toyed with one of the vents of his saber hilt, rolling it with the press of a single finger across the desk top, her despondence resolute. Even if the reasoning made sense, she could not help but feel neutered by sitting here instead of flying up there with him. Worse, it made her realize something, something new: Luke considered himself more expendable to the Resistance than he considered Rey.
Swallowing something like that came in stages. ]
If it's something jamming our signal, like we suspect, I'll bet it's to stop the scanners, and the communications are a byproduct. It's just as likely they're trying to get something by us as they are trying to get anything into our airspace.