( For Kylo's part, he remains at the edge of the gangplank for a moment longer than is strictly necessary, wondering if Rey is the only one now on board or if he's going to turn a corner and come face-to-chest with nearly eight feet of still-sore Wookie. He knows if the ship is here, then Rey's co-pilot - Han Solo's co-pilot - can't be far off. Kylo doesn't bother casting out in search of his presence but instead presses the bare width of his palm to his flank. Even though the pain has long since faded and the scar is little more than a pucker between his ribs and hipbone, he has traced over it with cool fingertips enough in the last however many months to know its location without needing it to twinge or needing to see it in the reflection of the mirror. )
Doubtful.
( He answers her long after she's left the area, considering the incline in front of him. Going up the ramp is less a test than any of the others that he's faced in the past, so he doesn't dawdle long with the toes of his boots on the foot of the plank and his heels in the mud. Once Rey's footsteps have stopped echoing back at him from inside as if to establish absolute ownership of the ship he is about to set foot on for the first time in over twenty years, Kylo takes the steps necessary to bring him into the ship proper, ducking his head even though he's not in any immediate danger of hitting it on anything.
The smell that hits his nose is so familiar it works at a muscle in his memory like fingertips and knuckles digging into a sore knot to relieve the tension there. Oil, that burnt smell of cooking copper and plastic encasing split wire. Sparks and wet Wookie hair underneath leather. He knows the layout of this ship almost as well as he does the Finalizer, having spent enough time trying to sneak around in it when he was a child and his father was making preparation to leave the planet on some errand yet again. If he turns to the right and goes down the hall leading away from the ramp, he'll be in the cockpit, and he's resolutely and decidedly pleased that Rey's footsteps lead him away from that area, and he catches up with her quickly, making little effort to note what's changed since the last time he was on board this ship.
When he catches up to her, his arms are crossed. He doesn't deny how bizarre this all is, as if under the impression that he's living a very vivid dream that he will describe in detail to someone later only to laugh about the absurdity of it all. The smell of the Wookie's bunk is enough to deter him from the thought and ground him more sharply in the very distinct realness of it all, and he steps away from it, turning his back to bring him more completely into the galley and affording him a better view of the bunk that must be Rey's. There is a poorly made doll fashioned in the likeness of a pilot that catches his attention over everything else, before he looks over his shoulder to find her indicating a remaining bunk that looks like it hasn't been used in some time. He makes no move to approach it. )
Very cozy. You put a great deal of faith in something that's been limping its way to lightspeed since before I was born. ( Kylo leans against the wall across from her, looking completely out of place and alien to this jumble of paneling and wires held together with a bit of chewing gum and old string. He's heard all the stories, been told all the tales. They were never myths but they were stories and that's all they were. Just stories. Now they're stories with ghosts. He looks at the dull shine of his boots in the overhead light and wonders how much less comfortable the command shuttle with the airlock would be compared to this. ) I'll concede a point: this piece of junk has held up the test of time much better than I'd ever assumed it would, and it might be able to make the jump beyond the barricade better than the slower Resistance models, as it has in the past. But there's no way in hell that you're leaving the Resistance behind if Organa can't scramble her troops in time. We both know that.
( There's this word he's gotten hinged on the more it comes out of her mouth. We. )
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Doubtful.
( He answers her long after she's left the area, considering the incline in front of him. Going up the ramp is less a test than any of the others that he's faced in the past, so he doesn't dawdle long with the toes of his boots on the foot of the plank and his heels in the mud. Once Rey's footsteps have stopped echoing back at him from inside as if to establish absolute ownership of the ship he is about to set foot on for the first time in over twenty years, Kylo takes the steps necessary to bring him into the ship proper, ducking his head even though he's not in any immediate danger of hitting it on anything.
The smell that hits his nose is so familiar it works at a muscle in his memory like fingertips and knuckles digging into a sore knot to relieve the tension there. Oil, that burnt smell of cooking copper and plastic encasing split wire. Sparks and wet Wookie hair underneath leather. He knows the layout of this ship almost as well as he does the Finalizer, having spent enough time trying to sneak around in it when he was a child and his father was making preparation to leave the planet on some errand yet again. If he turns to the right and goes down the hall leading away from the ramp, he'll be in the cockpit, and he's resolutely and decidedly pleased that Rey's footsteps lead him away from that area, and he catches up with her quickly, making little effort to note what's changed since the last time he was on board this ship.
When he catches up to her, his arms are crossed. He doesn't deny how bizarre this all is, as if under the impression that he's living a very vivid dream that he will describe in detail to someone later only to laugh about the absurdity of it all. The smell of the Wookie's bunk is enough to deter him from the thought and ground him more sharply in the very distinct realness of it all, and he steps away from it, turning his back to bring him more completely into the galley and affording him a better view of the bunk that must be Rey's. There is a poorly made doll fashioned in the likeness of a pilot that catches his attention over everything else, before he looks over his shoulder to find her indicating a remaining bunk that looks like it hasn't been used in some time. He makes no move to approach it. )
Very cozy. You put a great deal of faith in something that's been limping its way to lightspeed since before I was born. ( Kylo leans against the wall across from her, looking completely out of place and alien to this jumble of paneling and wires held together with a bit of chewing gum and old string. He's heard all the stories, been told all the tales. They were never myths but they were stories and that's all they were. Just stories. Now they're stories with ghosts. He looks at the dull shine of his boots in the overhead light and wonders how much less comfortable the command shuttle with the airlock would be compared to this. ) I'll concede a point: this piece of junk has held up the test of time much better than I'd ever assumed it would, and it might be able to make the jump beyond the barricade better than the slower Resistance models, as it has in the past. But there's no way in hell that you're leaving the Resistance behind if Organa can't scramble her troops in time. We both know that.
( There's this word he's gotten hinged on the more it comes out of her mouth. We. )