[ Only once he’s gone does Rey lift her head, stare back at the space he’d occupied, and let his words sink in with any real consideration. It’s hard to count herself grateful that he hadn’t killed them all, though practicality demands it, for in this hole she’s dug herself in bearing responsibility for his state, she realizes that the threat is very real. Rather than tackle that head-on, she shakes her head and mutters. ]
Hoth is already frozen. [ Which only serves to prove her point to the empty space in the doorway that she speaks to—he needs to rest. Confident that he’s cramming himself into one of the bunks in the crew quarters due to the passive, lingering feeling of claustrophobia within her mind, unsupported by her surroundings, Rey makes her way to the cockpit to settle in with the star maps, plotting potential courses, examining the Resistance's further options.
If they had even five of those Hapan battle dragons, they would be able to decimate the First Order. Find them where they live and root them out of the Unknown Regins like the vermin that they are. She has no doubts that the General would like that option: to her, it seems that the First Order and the Empire are one in the same, indistinguishable. Rey isn't certain that she's wrong, but she is certain that it would mean Leia has been fighting this war for more than thirty years. It's beyond Rey's scope of understanding, well beyond, and she only sets more stubbornly to the task of examining potential courses with that in mind.
Onderon seems like the obvious choice to take root on while they determine their next move against the First Order, which has been felling planets like dominoes ever since they destroyed the seat of the Republic. But it's senseless to start strategizing without Organa here to advise, and she knows that the General will not begin to advise until she has made her decision and been heard by Ta'a Chume. With a last look at the map, outdated by decades if the smudge where Alderaan used to be was any indicator, Rey turns it off and tears herself away.
So she occupies herself off the Falcon, exploring as much as Resistance members are allowed to of Hapes; she avoids the guides and guards alike where she can, slipping mostly unnoticed through the palace with all the ease and grace afforded to someone who does not spare the guards even a first nervous glance. She can pick out only snippets of the conversations of the passing Hapans, most of them using their native tongue, but among them, she can make out a few reiterated words accompanying leering looks in the direction of the Resistance members. Words for outsiders, she decides readily. Every language has a collection of unkind words for those who come from outside of it, and she finds no surprise in the affirmation that Hapes is among them.
A chorus of cheers greets her where the Resistance fighters are quartered, hours later, and she moves with all of them back out to the hangar where the one-time princess makes her landing. Rey can't seem to shake the awful sinking feeling that sets down with General Organa's shuttle telling her that something is about to go wrong. ]
locks him in the millennium falcon bunks same diff
Hoth is already frozen. [ Which only serves to prove her point to the empty space in the doorway that she speaks to—he needs to rest. Confident that he’s cramming himself into one of the bunks in the crew quarters due to the passive, lingering feeling of claustrophobia within her mind, unsupported by her surroundings, Rey makes her way to the cockpit to settle in with the star maps, plotting potential courses, examining the Resistance's further options.
If they had even five of those Hapan battle dragons, they would be able to decimate the First Order. Find them where they live and root them out of the Unknown Regins like the vermin that they are. She has no doubts that the General would like that option: to her, it seems that the First Order and the Empire are one in the same, indistinguishable. Rey isn't certain that she's wrong, but she is certain that it would mean Leia has been fighting this war for more than thirty years. It's beyond Rey's scope of understanding, well beyond, and she only sets more stubbornly to the task of examining potential courses with that in mind.
Onderon seems like the obvious choice to take root on while they determine their next move against the First Order, which has been felling planets like dominoes ever since they destroyed the seat of the Republic. But it's senseless to start strategizing without Organa here to advise, and she knows that the General will not begin to advise until she has made her decision and been heard by Ta'a Chume. With a last look at the map, outdated by decades if the smudge where Alderaan used to be was any indicator, Rey turns it off and tears herself away.
So she occupies herself off the Falcon, exploring as much as Resistance members are allowed to of Hapes; she avoids the guides and guards alike where she can, slipping mostly unnoticed through the palace with all the ease and grace afforded to someone who does not spare the guards even a first nervous glance. She can pick out only snippets of the conversations of the passing Hapans, most of them using their native tongue, but among them, she can make out a few reiterated words accompanying leering looks in the direction of the Resistance members. Words for outsiders, she decides readily. Every language has a collection of unkind words for those who come from outside of it, and she finds no surprise in the affirmation that Hapes is among them.
A chorus of cheers greets her where the Resistance fighters are quartered, hours later, and she moves with all of them back out to the hangar where the one-time princess makes her landing. Rey can't seem to shake the awful sinking feeling that sets down with General Organa's shuttle telling her that something is about to go wrong. ]