That depends on how quickly I lose whoever's followed us through hyperspace.
[ She gives him the honest answer first, though she isn't sure that it's at all likely to defang him to have ambiguity to chew over while she settles herself into the pilot's seat. As hard as she tries to cast a net of calm out through the tendrils of the Force that persist through this corner of the universe, she finds she cannot see as far forward as she'd like to, the black of interminable dread setting in without informing her if it is or isn't well-anchored in reality versus paranoia.
As reticent as she remains to use Jakku as her reference point, Rey finds herself doing it once again when she reaches back to recall that she had never had to deal with anyone so intractable as Kylo Ren when she was in her isolation there. In fact, dealing with people at all was mostly optional, aside from the utterly repulsive slime of a lifeform, Unkar Plutt, who all but ruled Niima Outpost with his relative wealth. She now knew that in the grand scheme of the galaxy, he was but a poor trader and a salvager himself, but on Jakku, he was tantamount to royalty, and still Kylo seemed often more entitled in his behavior by comparison.
She flexed her hands on the yoke and, with Chewie, dropped the ship out of hyperspace, welcoming the swath of black out the view screen as it replaced the streaking stars. The ship lurched, the metal paneling on the outside rattling while the bones that kept it from collapsing under the pressure of hyperspace sighed with age. The whole ship had been stripped down and reconstructed with spare parts at least twice over since Han first acquired her, but the skeleton was still original, and more than thirty years of service wore on it in ways that led the Dejarik board to flicker ominously. ]
It should only take an hour to navigate Roche and be on our way. Three more and we'll be touching down on Hapes. Best case scenario.
[ Rey knew not to anticipate best case scenario as true. Ever. In the time since she met BB-8, she could not truly count any events as best case, for even the more fortuitous outcomes were reached only after hitting rock bottom, often courtesy of Kylo.
Sure enough, though the ships were still too far out to be visible, scanners picked up on nearby vessels that were likely First Order ships approaching after dropping out of hyperspace some lightyears back, pursuing with haste only because the TIE fighters possessed superior speed capabilities beside a simple freighter. Rey cursed and pushed the wheezing engines to guide her more quickly towards the minefield of asteroids. ]
waves an american flag
[ She gives him the honest answer first, though she isn't sure that it's at all likely to defang him to have ambiguity to chew over while she settles herself into the pilot's seat. As hard as she tries to cast a net of calm out through the tendrils of the Force that persist through this corner of the universe, she finds she cannot see as far forward as she'd like to, the black of interminable dread setting in without informing her if it is or isn't well-anchored in reality versus paranoia.
As reticent as she remains to use Jakku as her reference point, Rey finds herself doing it once again when she reaches back to recall that she had never had to deal with anyone so intractable as Kylo Ren when she was in her isolation there. In fact, dealing with people at all was mostly optional, aside from the utterly repulsive slime of a lifeform, Unkar Plutt, who all but ruled Niima Outpost with his relative wealth. She now knew that in the grand scheme of the galaxy, he was but a poor trader and a salvager himself, but on Jakku, he was tantamount to royalty, and still Kylo seemed often more entitled in his behavior by comparison.
She flexed her hands on the yoke and, with Chewie, dropped the ship out of hyperspace, welcoming the swath of black out the view screen as it replaced the streaking stars. The ship lurched, the metal paneling on the outside rattling while the bones that kept it from collapsing under the pressure of hyperspace sighed with age. The whole ship had been stripped down and reconstructed with spare parts at least twice over since Han first acquired her, but the skeleton was still original, and more than thirty years of service wore on it in ways that led the Dejarik board to flicker ominously. ]
It should only take an hour to navigate Roche and be on our way. Three more and we'll be touching down on Hapes. Best case scenario.
[ Rey knew not to anticipate best case scenario as true. Ever. In the time since she met BB-8, she could not truly count any events as best case, for even the more fortuitous outcomes were reached only after hitting rock bottom, often courtesy of Kylo.
Sure enough, though the ships were still too far out to be visible, scanners picked up on nearby vessels that were likely First Order ships approaching after dropping out of hyperspace some lightyears back, pursuing with haste only because the TIE fighters possessed superior speed capabilities beside a simple freighter. Rey cursed and pushed the wheezing engines to guide her more quickly towards the minefield of asteroids. ]