I already told you. [ The words come out in a feral growl, defensive now that he has offered his unsolicited aid in the task she set about to distract herself. She snatches the panel from him. ] Darkness. Rain. And the Knights of Ren.
[ She turns away from him, setting the panel aside and hunkering down at a better level to examine the wiring. One arm reaches fully into the belly of the ship, fumbling, and she draws a thin cord with a metal box attached out of it. A fuse of some kind, by the look of it, and a meter on one side. She rubs the back of one hand against her forehead while she reads it, but she seems ultimately relieved by the news it offers and stuffs it back in without clarifying. ]
I can't begin to guess the planet, the system, or even the day. It wasn't— [ Rational or concrete. It didn't make sense, didn't offer answers, only more questions and the stir of fear and responsibility. She'd fled from it then, but the Falcon hurtled towards it now.
Speaking of which— She pushed to her feet and moved for Kylo with tense purpose, but stepped around him at the last moment to slap her hand against the panel for the comm system. It crackled to life. Not as bad off, then, as she thought they might be from all that backfire in the wiring. It could just be the heating system, not translating to anything else. ] Chewie. We need to change course for Roche. I'll be up before we drop out of hyperspace to explain, but trust me. If we keep heading the way we are now, we won't make it to anywhere we can make repairs.
[ A yowl from the back of his throat answered her in understanding, echoing from the comm panel and further down the central spiralling corridor of the ship. She turns it off and glances back at Kylo. ]
Until someone comes up with a way to fly, sleep, and repair a ship, I don't see our circumstances improving anytime soon. So if you want to help, you can start by getting out of my way!
[ The frustration in her disparagement seems more pointed as his general presence than his specific position in space. Rey rounds harmlessly around him to grab a toolkit and set back to work at the heating control panel. She retrieves a pair of gloves from the bag, pulls them past her wrists with her teeth, and sets about working in the half-smoldering wound in the Falcon's interior. ]
you are truly a hero to your people
[ She turns away from him, setting the panel aside and hunkering down at a better level to examine the wiring. One arm reaches fully into the belly of the ship, fumbling, and she draws a thin cord with a metal box attached out of it. A fuse of some kind, by the look of it, and a meter on one side. She rubs the back of one hand against her forehead while she reads it, but she seems ultimately relieved by the news it offers and stuffs it back in without clarifying. ]
I can't begin to guess the planet, the system, or even the day. It wasn't— [ Rational or concrete. It didn't make sense, didn't offer answers, only more questions and the stir of fear and responsibility. She'd fled from it then, but the Falcon hurtled towards it now.
Speaking of which— She pushed to her feet and moved for Kylo with tense purpose, but stepped around him at the last moment to slap her hand against the panel for the comm system. It crackled to life. Not as bad off, then, as she thought they might be from all that backfire in the wiring. It could just be the heating system, not translating to anything else. ] Chewie. We need to change course for Roche. I'll be up before we drop out of hyperspace to explain, but trust me. If we keep heading the way we are now, we won't make it to anywhere we can make repairs.
[ A yowl from the back of his throat answered her in understanding, echoing from the comm panel and further down the central spiralling corridor of the ship. She turns it off and glances back at Kylo. ]
Until someone comes up with a way to fly, sleep, and repair a ship, I don't see our circumstances improving anytime soon. So if you want to help, you can start by getting out of my way!
[ The frustration in her disparagement seems more pointed as his general presence than his specific position in space. Rey rounds harmlessly around him to grab a toolkit and set back to work at the heating control panel. She retrieves a pair of gloves from the bag, pulls them past her wrists with her teeth, and sets about working in the half-smoldering wound in the Falcon's interior. ]