( It would be more practical and prudent to stay seated, to strap himself down to the sofa or the game board with no small amount of cables and the Force in an effort to stop himself from being flung bodily across the ship as Rey throws the Falcon into a maneuver that makes the damn thing groan. Kylo, of course, does not do this, taking her silence on the other end of their open channel as an indication that he is going to get no answer in light of recent events. So he gets up, spending a long moment hanging in the doorway between corridor and main hold before pressing his palm hard into the wall and leaning with and against the gravity of the ship as Rey tries to outmaneuver First Order fighters and probably the whole damn navy at once.
He is tossed backward a few steps in his pursuit as Rey throws the freighter into an upside-down dive, fingernails scrabbling against the paneling and catching himself by rocking backward on his heels and using the Force to keep him upright. His stomach rolls and then drops before settling again, and he uses the brief inertia of equilibrium and the innate ability to determine up from down to swing forward and barrel down the corridor to the cockpit with the stride of someone with a mind made up.
Regardless, he isn't prepared for the physical lurch that setting foot in the cockpit hits him with, bombarded with the back of the Wookie's head and the old seat that Han Solo once sat him in as he looked out over the lush green forestry of Yavin IV. It smells like sweat and field rations in the box that houses the pilot and co-pilot seats, as well as the two chairs that functionally serve as passenger seats. Kylo curls his fingers into the metal that separates the safety and seclusion of the corridor from the graveyard of the cockpit and then trades the sensation of metal scraping underneath his nails for the sensation of old leather and lumpy cushioning scraping underneath his nails as he steps inside, not saying a word, barely breathing, staring at the back of Chewbacca's head and trying to remain as invisible as possible.
It won't work, of course: he's a dark blot in the wake of their flurry of movement. Rather than be discovered out of the corner of Rey's eye or by the merit of Chewbacca's sense of smell - which Kylo is sure picked him up the moment he stepped out of the hold - he announces his presence in a fashion not atypical for him, plowing right in with heavy footfalls and an obnoxiously entitled demeanor. He does not say, you fly this thing like you're trying to kill everyone on board at the last minute and chooses instead to go with something a little more diplomatic, in the interest of retaining his arms, if the brief look that Chewbacca levels him with over one hairy shoulder is anything to go by. )
No sign of the Finalizer? ( It's a rhetorical question and aimed more at the co-pilot than at Rey, who he can recognize should be focused on not slamming them into the side of a rock as opposed to indulging his questions. Kylo tries to cast out in an attempt to find Hux's little cloud of red smog in order to answer his own question but draws a blank, which could be good or bad, depending on who it is that manages to tail them. ) The Star Destroyers may not have been able to follow immediately, but they'll arrive once the TIE fighters are able to relay the intel.
( It isn't a thinly veiled criticism, just a fact. He doesn't want to admit it, but hiding in Roche may not have been the worst idea anyone has had today. )
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He is tossed backward a few steps in his pursuit as Rey throws the freighter into an upside-down dive, fingernails scrabbling against the paneling and catching himself by rocking backward on his heels and using the Force to keep him upright. His stomach rolls and then drops before settling again, and he uses the brief inertia of equilibrium and the innate ability to determine up from down to swing forward and barrel down the corridor to the cockpit with the stride of someone with a mind made up.
Regardless, he isn't prepared for the physical lurch that setting foot in the cockpit hits him with, bombarded with the back of the Wookie's head and the old seat that Han Solo once sat him in as he looked out over the lush green forestry of Yavin IV. It smells like sweat and field rations in the box that houses the pilot and co-pilot seats, as well as the two chairs that functionally serve as passenger seats. Kylo curls his fingers into the metal that separates the safety and seclusion of the corridor from the graveyard of the cockpit and then trades the sensation of metal scraping underneath his nails for the sensation of old leather and lumpy cushioning scraping underneath his nails as he steps inside, not saying a word, barely breathing, staring at the back of Chewbacca's head and trying to remain as invisible as possible.
It won't work, of course: he's a dark blot in the wake of their flurry of movement. Rather than be discovered out of the corner of Rey's eye or by the merit of Chewbacca's sense of smell - which Kylo is sure picked him up the moment he stepped out of the hold - he announces his presence in a fashion not atypical for him, plowing right in with heavy footfalls and an obnoxiously entitled demeanor. He does not say, you fly this thing like you're trying to kill everyone on board at the last minute and chooses instead to go with something a little more diplomatic, in the interest of retaining his arms, if the brief look that Chewbacca levels him with over one hairy shoulder is anything to go by. )
No sign of the Finalizer? ( It's a rhetorical question and aimed more at the co-pilot than at Rey, who he can recognize should be focused on not slamming them into the side of a rock as opposed to indulging his questions. Kylo tries to cast out in an attempt to find Hux's little cloud of red smog in order to answer his own question but draws a blank, which could be good or bad, depending on who it is that manages to tail them. ) The Star Destroyers may not have been able to follow immediately, but they'll arrive once the TIE fighters are able to relay the intel.
( It isn't a thinly veiled criticism, just a fact. He doesn't want to admit it, but hiding in Roche may not have been the worst idea anyone has had today. )