[ The sound of shifting fabric draws her attention briefly over her shoulder, fixes it on him; for a moment, she stands to watch while he looks over the circuitry, taking stock, trying to decide if she can trust him to accomplish anything with it on his own. His question prompts her to sneer half-heartedly at his back, which she quickly tries to school into something neutral when he looks back at her.
But she accepts that she's hovering, and that they'll have to make do and turns away, striding through the open archway that leads out into the main and forward hold, then over to the life support systems on the starboard side of the Falcon. ] Try not to mess anything up.
[ She scowls as she leaves him, the metal corridors of the Falcon carrying her voice from two empty storage areas away. Truthfully, she wishes he had the mechanical skill for her to see fit trusting him with the rest of the prep work for the Falcon. They had pushed well into daylight and by the time they lifted off the planet, the sun would be sinking again, as it had while fires lit the battle for Corellia that she had felled Kylo in. It seemed a lifetime ago now, and therefore, a lifetime since she had last slept. If they were to escape the First Order's pursuing fleet, there was no telling how long it would be until she got the opportunity again.
But while Chewie tested the engines and instruments, she needed to do the last of the interior systems checks, so she swallowed a yawn, pushed sweat off her forehead, and crouched in front of the paneling to check the screens that reported out the values for the life support systems. The numbers blurred together until she blinked to improve her focus with a heavily drawn breath that put her head back on her shoulders. ]
Hold it together. [ She muttered it quietly, intended for herself only. (Maybe a little of it was intended for the Falcon itself; it was equal parts rust and metal by now. If it didn't hold together—) It wouldn't be the first time she'd had to stay awake. She remembered the working ship she'd found on Jakku, the persistence with which she'd both guarded it through the night and worked on it through the days until she'd allowed herself the luxury of allies in her task. All she needed was the same drive now. She shut one of the life support panels and moved onto the atmospheric controls. ]
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But she accepts that she's hovering, and that they'll have to make do and turns away, striding through the open archway that leads out into the main and forward hold, then over to the life support systems on the starboard side of the Falcon. ] Try not to mess anything up.
[ She scowls as she leaves him, the metal corridors of the Falcon carrying her voice from two empty storage areas away. Truthfully, she wishes he had the mechanical skill for her to see fit trusting him with the rest of the prep work for the Falcon. They had pushed well into daylight and by the time they lifted off the planet, the sun would be sinking again, as it had while fires lit the battle for Corellia that she had felled Kylo in. It seemed a lifetime ago now, and therefore, a lifetime since she had last slept. If they were to escape the First Order's pursuing fleet, there was no telling how long it would be until she got the opportunity again.
But while Chewie tested the engines and instruments, she needed to do the last of the interior systems checks, so she swallowed a yawn, pushed sweat off her forehead, and crouched in front of the paneling to check the screens that reported out the values for the life support systems. The numbers blurred together until she blinked to improve her focus with a heavily drawn breath that put her head back on her shoulders. ]
Hold it together. [ She muttered it quietly, intended for herself only. (Maybe a little of it was intended for the Falcon itself; it was equal parts rust and metal by now. If it didn't hold together—) It wouldn't be the first time she'd had to stay awake. She remembered the working ship she'd found on Jakku, the persistence with which she'd both guarded it through the night and worked on it through the days until she'd allowed herself the luxury of allies in her task. All she needed was the same drive now. She shut one of the life support panels and moved onto the atmospheric controls. ]