[ Even being the one to open it, there's something startling about watching him walk out of the cell at his full height. Second nature, probably, to feel the stomach dropping sensation of shock when confronted by him, but it morphs quickly into a flicker of a relieved smile. He's on board. That's what matters. Her nod seems to be as much to confirm her resolve as to hearten him in stepping out of the shuttle with her, then she's at his side and guiding just a step ahead down the ramp into the Resistance camp.
If Kylo Ren had any illusions of the size of the Resistance after he devastated the Republic's fleet, they were corrected immediately. The camp spanned no more than a mile, pitched in tents stretched off of shuttles and X-wings and the scarce carrier or metal hut designed for encampment. Altogether, it gave the impression that they had accidentally staggered their way into this rebellion rather than premeditated it.
The fighters that strode past, most of them in flight jumpsuits with or without the vests that specified them as pilots rather than mechanics, were starkly disparate to the First Order's facilities in another way, though. They traveled in groups, none patrolling, but all earnestly hurrying around in a hush of concern or laughing and reuniting over a drink from shared canteens. But for Rey herself, not a single Resistance fighter stood alone in the camp.
They truck through mud, only drawing attention once they've crossed a handful of lopsided structures—less than a hundred feet off the shuttle, soldiers made their way from inside the tents to stand outside of them, humor dying off like they brought an airborne plague with them that spread through the encampment with each heavy step. Finn and Poe were among them, clearly resisting the instinctively sour expressions, and Rey avoided allowing their expressions to wound her by turning her head up towards Ren to say, ] Don't let it bother you. There weren't many here who expected that you'd take a way out if we offered it.
[ But she did. And Leia did. And in some ways, maybe she's reassuring herself that despite their judgment, she's making the right call, but she decides not to reflect too extensively on that, instead cutting a direct path for the largest and only reasonably sized structure among the camp, the only one that could rightfully earn the title of building.
Oval in shape, the squat metal dome housed the General and a war room for her to plot in. A number of other high-ranking officials had used it for their base on the ground as well, though most of them preferred remote operation. This battle was far from a sure bet for any of the Resistance, but General Organa had always been the sort to die with her people rather than remain in her ivory tower. ]
Tied up in your mind, your consciousness and mine won't be as tethered to our bodies as they usually are because of the meditative state we have to reach. Master Luke and General Organa will watch over us while we're there.
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If Kylo Ren had any illusions of the size of the Resistance after he devastated the Republic's fleet, they were corrected immediately. The camp spanned no more than a mile, pitched in tents stretched off of shuttles and X-wings and the scarce carrier or metal hut designed for encampment. Altogether, it gave the impression that they had accidentally staggered their way into this rebellion rather than premeditated it.
The fighters that strode past, most of them in flight jumpsuits with or without the vests that specified them as pilots rather than mechanics, were starkly disparate to the First Order's facilities in another way, though. They traveled in groups, none patrolling, but all earnestly hurrying around in a hush of concern or laughing and reuniting over a drink from shared canteens. But for Rey herself, not a single Resistance fighter stood alone in the camp.
They truck through mud, only drawing attention once they've crossed a handful of lopsided structures—less than a hundred feet off the shuttle, soldiers made their way from inside the tents to stand outside of them, humor dying off like they brought an airborne plague with them that spread through the encampment with each heavy step. Finn and Poe were among them, clearly resisting the instinctively sour expressions, and Rey avoided allowing their expressions to wound her by turning her head up towards Ren to say, ] Don't let it bother you. There weren't many here who expected that you'd take a way out if we offered it.
[ But she did. And Leia did. And in some ways, maybe she's reassuring herself that despite their judgment, she's making the right call, but she decides not to reflect too extensively on that, instead cutting a direct path for the largest and only reasonably sized structure among the camp, the only one that could rightfully earn the title of building.
Oval in shape, the squat metal dome housed the General and a war room for her to plot in. A number of other high-ranking officials had used it for their base on the ground as well, though most of them preferred remote operation. This battle was far from a sure bet for any of the Resistance, but General Organa had always been the sort to die with her people rather than remain in her ivory tower. ]
Tied up in your mind, your consciousness and mine won't be as tethered to our bodies as they usually are because of the meditative state we have to reach. Master Luke and General Organa will watch over us while we're there.