[ Rey growls the words out instinctively, casting a look up and around at the walls of the Falcon as if it could hear Kylo slinging insults at it. He can be thankful that she stops far short of reaching out to pet it with tender reassurance, at least, and turns her attention back to him instead of extending her moment of defense for the ship. ]
You think it's dangerous to reconvene with the Resistance with the Knights still pursuing us. [ Rey makes the evaluation carefully, sizing him up as she does, like she's not sure whether to believe him or attribute it to some personal distaste for the group. Unfortunately, his arguments carried solid reasoning in them, and she couldn't help finding herself in agreement that it was dangerous and irresponsible to lead the Knights straight to wherever the Resistance leaders moved themselves.
Whatever they decided, it needed to happen soon. Without adjusting the trajectory, they'd run out of options in the heart of Kessel space with no choice but to land on the barren, spice-laden asteroid with no hope for reinforcements.
She cycled through the nearby planets she'd seen on the astrogation chart in her mind—Nar Shaddaa would have the supplies they needed, but attract the wrong kind of attention; she'd heard stories of it from the earnest hunters who visited Jakku hoping for treasure of some kind that fell from the sky during the Galactic Civil War. Tund, Gand, and Kubindi were all marked as uninhabitable to humans (for reasons she certainly didn't want to test). Rey folded her arms over her chest while she worked the problem, finally bringing herself to think aloud for Kylo's benefit. ]
Mon Cala's too far. Kegan doesn't have a spaceport for us to find parts at. [ She rattles the planets off one by one, cutting down each option with a swift and brutal chop until finally, exasperatedly, she drops her hands. ] We don't have a choice. I can get us through Roche, but we have to reconvene with the fleet for as long as it takes to complete repairs. A few days, maybe more. Then we can pack off to the Outer Rim as we please to draw them off the Resistance.
[ She doesn't look happy about it, eyes already hardened by the prospect of whittling days away on another planet as desolate as Jakku, waiting to be hunted like animals. Given her rathers, Rey would hunt the First Order and the Knights of Ren down personally and meet them where they live, but she knows it's not a workable plan, and Leia would skewer her had she any idea the young Jedi was even thinking it. But given the choice, she'd rather stay the bait and use that to protect her friends from a battle they couldn't possibly win. The Force seemed to command that the Jedi fought a second front of this endless war, and Rey could only move through its streams to where it guided. ]
You know the First Order better than anyone: worst case, how long before the Knights find us?
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[ Rey growls the words out instinctively, casting a look up and around at the walls of the Falcon as if it could hear Kylo slinging insults at it. He can be thankful that she stops far short of reaching out to pet it with tender reassurance, at least, and turns her attention back to him instead of extending her moment of defense for the ship. ]
You think it's dangerous to reconvene with the Resistance with the Knights still pursuing us. [ Rey makes the evaluation carefully, sizing him up as she does, like she's not sure whether to believe him or attribute it to some personal distaste for the group. Unfortunately, his arguments carried solid reasoning in them, and she couldn't help finding herself in agreement that it was dangerous and irresponsible to lead the Knights straight to wherever the Resistance leaders moved themselves.
Whatever they decided, it needed to happen soon. Without adjusting the trajectory, they'd run out of options in the heart of Kessel space with no choice but to land on the barren, spice-laden asteroid with no hope for reinforcements.
She cycled through the nearby planets she'd seen on the astrogation chart in her mind—Nar Shaddaa would have the supplies they needed, but attract the wrong kind of attention; she'd heard stories of it from the earnest hunters who visited Jakku hoping for treasure of some kind that fell from the sky during the Galactic Civil War. Tund, Gand, and Kubindi were all marked as uninhabitable to humans (for reasons she certainly didn't want to test). Rey folded her arms over her chest while she worked the problem, finally bringing herself to think aloud for Kylo's benefit. ]
Mon Cala's too far. Kegan doesn't have a spaceport for us to find parts at. [ She rattles the planets off one by one, cutting down each option with a swift and brutal chop until finally, exasperatedly, she drops her hands. ] We don't have a choice. I can get us through Roche, but we have to reconvene with the fleet for as long as it takes to complete repairs. A few days, maybe more. Then we can pack off to the Outer Rim as we please to draw them off the Resistance.
[ She doesn't look happy about it, eyes already hardened by the prospect of whittling days away on another planet as desolate as Jakku, waiting to be hunted like animals. Given her rathers, Rey would hunt the First Order and the Knights of Ren down personally and meet them where they live, but she knows it's not a workable plan, and Leia would skewer her had she any idea the young Jedi was even thinking it. But given the choice, she'd rather stay the bait and use that to protect her friends from a battle they couldn't possibly win. The Force seemed to command that the Jedi fought a second front of this endless war, and Rey could only move through its streams to where it guided. ]
You know the First Order better than anyone: worst case, how long before the Knights find us?