[ By no accident, the howl that Chewbacca answers with—an abrupt confirmation that the Finalizer is nowhere to be found, that only TIE fighters have caught up to them—sounds a great deal like a hissed accusation. It stabs itself between Kylo’s ribs and names him a traitor, for while Rey can look past his crime for the betterment of the galaxy, she did not owe a life debt to the man he’d cut down, did not lose her raison d’être in Han Solo’s murder.
For that reason, Rey passes no comment on the interaction, instead keeping her focus thrown rigidly ahead out the front window while she bites down on the inside of her lip and sheets of sweat pour down the sides of her face. The urgent grasping movements she makes to jerk the freighter through the narrow, hairpin-wide gaps of the asteroids to jostle the faster, more agile TIE fighters by mere warrant of their pilots being less skilled take the same toll on her that they take on the ship, and Han Solo’s ghost may as well have his hand settled on her shoulder for all the wild, unconscionable risks she takes in trying to shake them.
For Chewbacca, a wild flurry of fireworks emitting from the gunner position is a more familiar setting, and though Rey cautions him in a hush that laser canisters aren’t free, and he of all people should know that with how many he’s smuggled, the wookiee insists on laying suppressive fire like a blanket over the pursuing fighters. He takes one of them down, and it explodes into sparks against the side of a ferric asteroid; only then does he half-turn to Kylo and explain in a low, relenting grumble that they dropped out of hyperspace too close to the asteroid belt for the Star Destroyers to pursue. It was the kind of insanity that left no question why Chewie settled himself into the co-pilot seat beside Rey, the kind befitting his best friend, but that, Chewbacca left unsaid. ]
If you’re going to criticize my flight paths, the least you could do is leave until I’m not sitting right beside you. [ Rey spits it out of the corner of her mouth, too distracted by her efforts to keep them alive in this firefight to do anything but snap back at them. ] You’ll be grateful when none of us are dead.
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For that reason, Rey passes no comment on the interaction, instead keeping her focus thrown rigidly ahead out the front window while she bites down on the inside of her lip and sheets of sweat pour down the sides of her face. The urgent grasping movements she makes to jerk the freighter through the narrow, hairpin-wide gaps of the asteroids to jostle the faster, more agile TIE fighters by mere warrant of their pilots being less skilled take the same toll on her that they take on the ship, and Han Solo’s ghost may as well have his hand settled on her shoulder for all the wild, unconscionable risks she takes in trying to shake them.
For Chewbacca, a wild flurry of fireworks emitting from the gunner position is a more familiar setting, and though Rey cautions him in a hush that laser canisters aren’t free, and he of all people should know that with how many he’s smuggled, the wookiee insists on laying suppressive fire like a blanket over the pursuing fighters. He takes one of them down, and it explodes into sparks against the side of a ferric asteroid; only then does he half-turn to Kylo and explain in a low, relenting grumble that they dropped out of hyperspace too close to the asteroid belt for the Star Destroyers to pursue. It was the kind of insanity that left no question why Chewie settled himself into the co-pilot seat beside Rey, the kind befitting his best friend, but that, Chewbacca left unsaid. ]
If you’re going to criticize my flight paths, the least you could do is leave until I’m not sitting right beside you. [ Rey spits it out of the corner of her mouth, too distracted by her efforts to keep them alive in this firefight to do anything but snap back at them. ] You’ll be grateful when none of us are dead.