forcevisions: (sitting on a throne)
actual shounen hero ([personal profile] forcevisions) wrote in [personal profile] apparare 2016-02-18 04:07 am (UTC)

[ The blunt edge of his assessment shocks her, fear crawling beneath her skin in a way that sends her turning away from him to busy herself at the smoking heating unit. At the very least, it would help her to work with her hands while she mulled it over: the mechanics of the ship offered her a comfort and safe haven where things made sense, but better still, it offered her the opportunity to mask her expressions from Kylo as he spoke.

It unnerves her, the way he lumps himself with the First Order and rebuffs her plans and the Resistance's to the impersonal you, as if he claimed no part in them, but she tried to assuage herself that it was habit, not confession, and thus she doesn't allow it to hinder the way his relative assurance that they're unlikely to arrive quite so quickly prompts her to shut her eyes and breathe a single moment's relief, though she doesn't dwell in it: after all, it's only supposition. All of it.

She pries the melted panel off the front of the unit and lets it clatter to the floor in a pile of charred steel, backing away from the cloud of smoke that effuses from the ashen interior of the unit. Without parts, she won't be able to repair even this, but taking stock will do for the time being.

Already, she shaves time off with a series of mental tallies. Everything about their plan relies on cooperation from the Hapans, but she can't afford to presume that Leia fails in diplomacy when she lands. At the very least, they should receive safe haven. Maybe even mechanical assistance, which would speed things along. But it wasn't a guarantee either, any more than evading the Knights in Roche would be. Even with her and Chewie working around the clock, there was no telling how extensive the damage through the heating systems were: it looked as if the explosion had kicked back through the circuitry and fried the whole system by overloading it with the energy created.
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Yes, well, I think we'd be in worse shape if any of the people you just listed were pleased. [ It would mean they were already captured, and nothing that followed could bode well for either Force-user. Rey scrubbed a hand over her mouth, looked away from the heating unit and back at him. She catches his eyes on the lightsaber at her belt, and absently, she reaches for it, suddenly aware of its weight. At least that's one thing working in their favor. ]

I'll do as much diagnostic work as I can before we have to drop out of hyperspace near Roche. That should shave maybe a day off our time on Hapes, if we're lucky, and get us back in the air hopefully before Snoke realizes we haven't lost his strills in the Outer Rim.

[ The whole plan wobbles in the air between them like a house of cards, rattled by their very breath, by the smoke of the disabled heating unit. One wrong move, one sharp breath, and the whole thing would come clattering down around them. She straightens her spine and squares her shoulders like a soldier preparing for battle, bracing herself against the coming storm, then breezes past him into the ship's main corridor. ]

But you're right: I should understand the kind of people we're going up against. While I'm working, you can brief me on them.

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