( What begins as a viable option still resting somewhat on skepticism's shoulders bottoms out in a full fledged impression of pursuit. Initially, Kylo is more than willing to bet credits on the existence of his pervasive feeling of wrongness as a result of the groaning and lurching of the ship's integrity and second and third generation mechanical successes and failures. For all Rey's posturing about the ship being good and solid - despite a mound of evidence to suggest the contrary - the Millennium Falcon itself seems to shudder violently in retaliation as Rey and Chewbacca coax it out of hyerspace. One of the lights above the control terminal across from him actually flickers upon deceleration, goes out for a moment, and then blooms back into artificial, yellow light.
Once they disengage the hyperdrive, Kylo can no longer blame the ship itself and its many structural problems for the surge of intuition that rises in him. It fuses with Rey's voice in his head and sits squarely on his shoulders, breathing dark breath and thinking heavy thoughts. He casts his senses out, beyond the skeleton of Han Solo's freighter and out across the cold vacuum of space. The galaxy is huge, but Kylo can feel the blips in the radar signifying First Order fighters like spreading his hand over a black cloth peppered with broken glass. He isn't dissatisfied, in a way, recognizing the achievement inherent in the goal that they had set out in hoping to draw the fleet away, but he can't deny the bitter tang of contempt and conflict that sours his tongue at the notion of being tailed by pilots who operate under First Order command. His command, in a roundabout sense.
Two days ago, he could have given the order for them to desist, could have given the order for them to fire, take prisoners, take no prisoners. Now he is a command on the other end of that order, a target to be sought out by the twin cannons that will hurtle after them as they break for the Roche asteroids. In the main hold, where no one can see, Kylo scrubs his hands through his hair and stands, reaching out in every direction in an attempt to get an estimate. He feels Rey on the other end of their connection, and speaks before she has a chance to tell him what's going on. )
How many follow? How far to Roche?
( If they can make it to Roche before First Order TIE fighters have a chance to track them and hone in on their exact location, then they have a better chance of escaping the area without engaging in any sort of dogfight. Rey has escaped from the updated models in the past, but with the advancement of a significant chunk of the fleet behind their pursuit, Kylo has little interest in drawing the confrontation out. This is precisely why he prefers fighting on the ground, with a saber, with the Force. Every scar earned and injury scored is an opportunity for growth, and despite its warbled construction, his lightsaber is still less likely to fall apart under his hands than the Falcon is. )
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Once they disengage the hyperdrive, Kylo can no longer blame the ship itself and its many structural problems for the surge of intuition that rises in him. It fuses with Rey's voice in his head and sits squarely on his shoulders, breathing dark breath and thinking heavy thoughts. He casts his senses out, beyond the skeleton of Han Solo's freighter and out across the cold vacuum of space. The galaxy is huge, but Kylo can feel the blips in the radar signifying First Order fighters like spreading his hand over a black cloth peppered with broken glass. He isn't dissatisfied, in a way, recognizing the achievement inherent in the goal that they had set out in hoping to draw the fleet away, but he can't deny the bitter tang of contempt and conflict that sours his tongue at the notion of being tailed by pilots who operate under First Order command. His command, in a roundabout sense.
Two days ago, he could have given the order for them to desist, could have given the order for them to fire, take prisoners, take no prisoners. Now he is a command on the other end of that order, a target to be sought out by the twin cannons that will hurtle after them as they break for the Roche asteroids. In the main hold, where no one can see, Kylo scrubs his hands through his hair and stands, reaching out in every direction in an attempt to get an estimate. He feels Rey on the other end of their connection, and speaks before she has a chance to tell him what's going on. )
How many follow? How far to Roche?
( If they can make it to Roche before First Order TIE fighters have a chance to track them and hone in on their exact location, then they have a better chance of escaping the area without engaging in any sort of dogfight. Rey has escaped from the updated models in the past, but with the advancement of a significant chunk of the fleet behind their pursuit, Kylo has little interest in drawing the confrontation out. This is precisely why he prefers fighting on the ground, with a saber, with the Force. Every scar earned and injury scored is an opportunity for growth, and despite its warbled construction, his lightsaber is still less likely to fall apart under his hands than the Falcon is. )