( Every breath he takes is as equally full of electricity and fumes as it is oxygen. From outside, the cool, Corellian air filters into the Falcon's corridors on strong gusts of wind and dries the dampness at the back of his neck, cooling his skin. His hands sweat under the thick leather of his gloves, and he spends a moment studying the ruined backs of them where plasma scorched through to singe his skin angry and red, but the fingers are in perfect working condition, and as such he waits until Rey's footsteps have stopped stomping their way down the corridor before shoving his hair out of his face and sticking his nose back in the fuse box, testing the wiring as instructed.
Without the heavy varnish of his outer layers and the high neck of his armor, his sleeves rolled back far enough that his elbows show, the task is not so laborious. Those pieces of his person are still close by, tossed over a cargo canister off to his left, but they don't serve as much of a purpose as they might have had he retrieved his helmet and worn them all together. Kylo knows that it's a ridiculous conception, to hide his face behind a mask and pull on a second skin, but he has grown so much into Han Solo's features that the level of exposure afforded to him as a result of not having those materials leaves him somewhat glad for the relative anonymity that the ship provides. Eventually they will leave, and eventually they will land again, and eventually he will have to show his face in a number of ways if he decides to stick around - he isn't completely sold on that point just yet - and by that time the relative secrecy of Kylo Ren's ancestry might not be so relative or secret anymore. Saying Ben Solo's name might be treason, but that's hardly stopped it from happening all the same.
His thoughts list toward idle the longer he spends "trying not to mess anything up," as Rey had so blithely put it. Kylo works in silence for a while, testing the breakers in the meantime. Her work is admirable - he's not surprised - and the wiring is perfectly routed - of course - but he spends some small amount of time patching up some disintegrating casing on a bundle of cables that he spots when he turns his head and peers down the inner lining of the Falcon's walls. He has to rip it toward him with a sharp tug through the Force when it refuses to come loose from the tangled knot its worked itself into, and pops with a burst of light that isn't unexpected, though it leaves his fingertips hot as he twists the wire around his index finger in order to cut the broken casing away. It's nothing that's going to cause disruptions when they break atmo or if they need to do some quick maneuvering, but it could start a fire if things go south, and Kylo isn't interested in dying of smoke inhalation.
At one point, he hears heavy footsteps on the gangway coming in his direction before they veer off sharply down another path. He hears Chewbacca bark something out toward Rey and takes great pains to ignore it entirely, withdrawing from the paneling with sweat beading along his hairline and up into his scalp.
Kylo nudges her through the Force, reluctant to leave the vicinity when he isn't sure whether or not the Wookie has gone back the long way to the cockpit, and gets a wash of exhaustion that blinks itself away. )
I'm sure you'll be pleased to know that I didn't mess anything up. The wiring is responsive, for the most part. Nothing that's going to wreak havoc on your systems. There's some fluctuation in the lighting in this corridor when other systems are engaged, but you don't need to worry about light when you've got TIE fighters on your tail. ( He thinks fondly of caf, blinking heavily as he works the gloves back off his hands to wipe the sweat away. The wind whistles in through the open door once more and calls goosebumps on his pale arms. ) What else?
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Without the heavy varnish of his outer layers and the high neck of his armor, his sleeves rolled back far enough that his elbows show, the task is not so laborious. Those pieces of his person are still close by, tossed over a cargo canister off to his left, but they don't serve as much of a purpose as they might have had he retrieved his helmet and worn them all together. Kylo knows that it's a ridiculous conception, to hide his face behind a mask and pull on a second skin, but he has grown so much into Han Solo's features that the level of exposure afforded to him as a result of not having those materials leaves him somewhat glad for the relative anonymity that the ship provides. Eventually they will leave, and eventually they will land again, and eventually he will have to show his face in a number of ways if he decides to stick around - he isn't completely sold on that point just yet - and by that time the relative secrecy of Kylo Ren's ancestry might not be so relative or secret anymore. Saying Ben Solo's name might be treason, but that's hardly stopped it from happening all the same.
His thoughts list toward idle the longer he spends "trying not to mess anything up," as Rey had so blithely put it. Kylo works in silence for a while, testing the breakers in the meantime. Her work is admirable - he's not surprised - and the wiring is perfectly routed - of course - but he spends some small amount of time patching up some disintegrating casing on a bundle of cables that he spots when he turns his head and peers down the inner lining of the Falcon's walls. He has to rip it toward him with a sharp tug through the Force when it refuses to come loose from the tangled knot its worked itself into, and pops with a burst of light that isn't unexpected, though it leaves his fingertips hot as he twists the wire around his index finger in order to cut the broken casing away. It's nothing that's going to cause disruptions when they break atmo or if they need to do some quick maneuvering, but it could start a fire if things go south, and Kylo isn't interested in dying of smoke inhalation.
At one point, he hears heavy footsteps on the gangway coming in his direction before they veer off sharply down another path. He hears Chewbacca bark something out toward Rey and takes great pains to ignore it entirely, withdrawing from the paneling with sweat beading along his hairline and up into his scalp.
Kylo nudges her through the Force, reluctant to leave the vicinity when he isn't sure whether or not the Wookie has gone back the long way to the cockpit, and gets a wash of exhaustion that blinks itself away. )
I'm sure you'll be pleased to know that I didn't mess anything up. The wiring is responsive, for the most part. Nothing that's going to wreak havoc on your systems. There's some fluctuation in the lighting in this corridor when other systems are engaged, but you don't need to worry about light when you've got TIE fighters on your tail. ( He thinks fondly of caf, blinking heavily as he works the gloves back off his hands to wipe the sweat away. The wind whistles in through the open door once more and calls goosebumps on his pale arms. ) What else?