[ His questions don't pester her quite as much as the insistent nagging of intrusion that she feels pressing into her awareness, impatient and neurotic. Rey doesn't waste energy rebuffing him, knowing that it would be a vain effort in her current condition and draw her focus away from shaking the TIE fighters in the rapidly condensing field of asteroids that they descend into.
Still, she doesn't offer him an answer immediately, in part due to spite but in part due to genuine distraction. The ship heaves to the side in a turn too quick and sharp for a freighter of the Falcon's size, navigating around a cluster of space rocks as they edge nearer to Roche. The edges of the system are a mostly harmless belt of debris and rock, making it a poor navigational route to begin with, but none of the airspace is so bad as the dense center, where even TIE fighters would find the fit tight—assuming Rey could keep them spaceworthy in that minefield in the Falcon.
Cargo slides with a sharp sound of grating metal in time with the turn. Only then does Rey answer him. ] You're not helping. [ The ship lurches upward very suddenly to pop over a small cluster of asteroids beat into powder by some of its neighboring rocks, giving everyone onboard the acute sensation of weightlessness for a moment, like a theme park ride. ] We're an hour from the primary colonized asteroids. I should be able to lose them long before that in here, but not if you insist on pestering me.
[ Green lasers collided with asteroids just above their starboard flank, and Rey banked to avoid the explosive debris, narrowly avoiding a necessary roll of the freighter. A wookiee yowl of challenge echoed through the metal hallways and the turrets whipped around to fix on the TIE fighters while Chewie began to hone in to pick them off. ]
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Still, she doesn't offer him an answer immediately, in part due to spite but in part due to genuine distraction. The ship heaves to the side in a turn too quick and sharp for a freighter of the Falcon's size, navigating around a cluster of space rocks as they edge nearer to Roche. The edges of the system are a mostly harmless belt of debris and rock, making it a poor navigational route to begin with, but none of the airspace is so bad as the dense center, where even TIE fighters would find the fit tight—assuming Rey could keep them spaceworthy in that minefield in the Falcon.
Cargo slides with a sharp sound of grating metal in time with the turn. Only then does Rey answer him. ] You're not helping. [ The ship lurches upward very suddenly to pop over a small cluster of asteroids beat into powder by some of its neighboring rocks, giving everyone onboard the acute sensation of weightlessness for a moment, like a theme park ride. ] We're an hour from the primary colonized asteroids. I should be able to lose them long before that in here, but not if you insist on pestering me.
[ Green lasers collided with asteroids just above their starboard flank, and Rey banked to avoid the explosive debris, narrowly avoiding a necessary roll of the freighter. A wookiee yowl of challenge echoed through the metal hallways and the turrets whipped around to fix on the TIE fighters while Chewie began to hone in to pick them off. ]