[ Rey settles restlessly into her seat beside Chewie, her hands itching with the stress of inaction as she thinks of the battle that will be waged in the hold while she steadies the ship to navigate it through whatever barricade waits for them beyond. The atmosphere burns up around them, barraging the shields, and she keeps an eye on the starboard side sensors while the ship lurches out of Corellia’s gravity.
Two Resurgent-class Star Destroyers waited for them, ready to snipe the Resistance’s fleet with poised turbo lasers. At the sight of the Falcon breaking atmo, TIE fighters pour out of the belly of the ship. A green flash of a turbo laser fire narrowly misses the Falcon by the skin of its nose, a warning flashing on the display screen that monitors the shield resilience. The ship swings around like an attraction at the fair, jostling its passengers while it dodges further fire.
Rey navigates the Falcon like she was born to, ducking quickly behind Gus Talon to seek cover fire, but the pursuing TIE fighters force her to plunge near the moon’s surface, following the grooves and craters that pepper dusty settlements there. Beside her, Chewie lowers the power while they drop flush enough to the moon’s surface to be protected from radar by its magnetic fields, and the great white freighter clings near the surface as it shuffles into deeper corners of space.
Once they’re free of active fire, her mind reaches out and comes up against a smooth wall of glossy black metal rebuffing her from sensing Kylo. He is aboard, she knows, and through the Force she can sense his unease, but the details beyond the ghosts of impressions elude her. Pink knuckles turn pale as she grips the yoke tighter, pushing the nose of the Falcon upward and outward into space. ]
Alright, Chewie. [ She nods, eyes fixed out the front window. ] I’m going to bring us to light speed. Bring down any that follow.
[ On radar, she can see one of the Star Destroyers—a large, angry blip too close for comfort—steer wide and turn to pursue them once, indubitably, stormtroopers report back from their zippy fighters. With a series of adjustments to the instrument panel, Rey listens as the ship begins to tremble and bob, white starlight peeling at the edges of their vision. The Falcon lurches and jumps in the same moment that everything goes to hell.
A series of alarms sound and flash on the console and in the cockpit above the pilot and copilot’s seats. On her feet in an instant, Rey searches out the codes, reading symbols and then barreling, anger burning her heels, out of the cockpit. With a disgruntled howl, Chewie turns his attention more fully to their set course, which carries them far from Corellia to the Outer Rim. ]
What the hell is going on?! [ She wheels through the circular corridor full of secret smuggling compartments in search of Kylo Ren and, with him, answers. The heating system is blown—completely, judging by what she finds when she stalls in front of its control panel. Even with the warmth provided by the Quadex core running the hyperdrive wouldn’t keep them from freezing to death in the depths of space if they didn’t get it back online in some capacity. No life support systems in the world could keep oxygen breathable at subzero temperatures.
Immediately, Rey pulls the faceplate off the control panel and sets to work evaluating the extent of the damage, which looks irreparable due to the apparent explosion that set off within, leaving charred tubing, melted wires, and jagged holes in the metal casing. Panic and anger color her presence as she forces it out again at the slick metal wall that blocks her from Kylo Ren’s mind, and she grits her teeth as she tries this time to bulldoze straight through it. ]
After this tag I know way too much about start wars spacecraft
Two Resurgent-class Star Destroyers waited for them, ready to snipe the Resistance’s fleet with poised turbo lasers. At the sight of the Falcon breaking atmo, TIE fighters pour out of the belly of the ship. A green flash of a turbo laser fire narrowly misses the Falcon by the skin of its nose, a warning flashing on the display screen that monitors the shield resilience. The ship swings around like an attraction at the fair, jostling its passengers while it dodges further fire.
Rey navigates the Falcon like she was born to, ducking quickly behind Gus Talon to seek cover fire, but the pursuing TIE fighters force her to plunge near the moon’s surface, following the grooves and craters that pepper dusty settlements there. Beside her, Chewie lowers the power while they drop flush enough to the moon’s surface to be protected from radar by its magnetic fields, and the great white freighter clings near the surface as it shuffles into deeper corners of space.
Once they’re free of active fire, her mind reaches out and comes up against a smooth wall of glossy black metal rebuffing her from sensing Kylo. He is aboard, she knows, and through the Force she can sense his unease, but the details beyond the ghosts of impressions elude her. Pink knuckles turn pale as she grips the yoke tighter, pushing the nose of the Falcon upward and outward into space. ]
Alright, Chewie. [ She nods, eyes fixed out the front window. ] I’m going to bring us to light speed. Bring down any that follow.
[ On radar, she can see one of the Star Destroyers—a large, angry blip too close for comfort—steer wide and turn to pursue them once, indubitably, stormtroopers report back from their zippy fighters. With a series of adjustments to the instrument panel, Rey listens as the ship begins to tremble and bob, white starlight peeling at the edges of their vision. The Falcon lurches and jumps in the same moment that everything goes to hell.
A series of alarms sound and flash on the console and in the cockpit above the pilot and copilot’s seats. On her feet in an instant, Rey searches out the codes, reading symbols and then barreling, anger burning her heels, out of the cockpit. With a disgruntled howl, Chewie turns his attention more fully to their set course, which carries them far from Corellia to the Outer Rim. ]
What the hell is going on?! [ She wheels through the circular corridor full of secret smuggling compartments in search of Kylo Ren and, with him, answers. The heating system is blown—completely, judging by what she finds when she stalls in front of its control panel. Even with the warmth provided by the Quadex core running the hyperdrive wouldn’t keep them from freezing to death in the depths of space if they didn’t get it back online in some capacity. No life support systems in the world could keep oxygen breathable at subzero temperatures.
Immediately, Rey pulls the faceplate off the control panel and sets to work evaluating the extent of the damage, which looks irreparable due to the apparent explosion that set off within, leaving charred tubing, melted wires, and jagged holes in the metal casing. Panic and anger color her presence as she forces it out again at the slick metal wall that blocks her from Kylo Ren’s mind, and she grits her teeth as she tries this time to bulldoze straight through it. ]