( It's weeks veering into months before he sees her in the physical sense again, following their encounter on Yaga Minor. Without stopping to ask himself why, he had fabricated an illusion regarding the discovery of Resistance activity in one of the colonies swirling around in the wilderness of the planet but had informed Snoke and Hux that upon further investigation it appeared to have been abandoned for some time, that the expense of sending a fleet to scour the area in hopes of finding a clear picture of where the group had gone would be far greater than the payout. Hux had been beside himself with silent, simmering rage as Snoke berated the both of them for operating too slowly, Kylo in particular for not having the foresight necessary to have anticipated their movements. Another failure, another weakness, another pathetic display of his effort and inability to produce results. He could have his grandfather's ambition all he claimed, but the fact remained that at this age Vader had accomplished far more while destroying far less out of anger and frustration, which in turn only enraged Kylo further.
When they begin their final approach toward Corellia to collect two of the Star Destroyers that the First Order has commissioned, Kylo tries breaching the void to speak with his grandfather but is met with silence. He spends considerable time staring out the viewport on the bridge, Hux pacing the length of the area while lecturing one of the engineers, before he tries reaching out toward Rey. Sometimes, mostly in the last hours before the end of the night cycle, he's able to pick up images and suggestions of what she's doing or who she's with, the vague weight of a saber in hand, a sudden onslaught of spice assaulting his sinuses, the sense that she's casting a line out and searching for him, too, before one of the two of them or both at once slam down on it like the force behind the effort will be enough to sever it for good. It never does This time, he senses nothing from her, a staticky void, a vacuum of darkness. She has him shut out so expertly that he almost feels put out about it. The next deck officer who speaks to him regarding landing preparations gets stony silence for a full minute following his report before Kylo turns on his heel and leaves him a nervous wreck for Hux to deal with.
His first night on Corellia is spent restless and awake, staring into the forest that encroaches on the capitol city like a cancerous growth. Corellian winds have kept them from returning to the Finalizer while Hux and several other senior ranking officers haggle with the Corellians over prices, and Kylo would rather be anywhere other than Han Solo's home planet, regardless of how much distance has been traveled between now and his stumble on the bridge. The second night passes in the same fashion, though the moon goes from blaring white to murky, blood red as it hangs low in the southern skies, and he spends a useless two hours attempting meditation in the courtyard after he's run several training droids through. He gets an inkling of something through the Force but can't place it. It isn't until the third night that he realizes what he's picking up on is General Organa, looking for him. By the time he realizes it, the Resistance has the jump on them, and the first shots are fired as soon as the sun has disappeared for the day and the harvest moon has taken its place.
Resistance attacks come in waves, bowling over the First Order's defenses as they are attacked by Corellians and Resistance fighters alike. Hux calls for backup, but TIE fighters and the shuttles carrying more ground troops have a difficult time not only getting through Poe Dameron's aerial attacks but also in combating the high, strong winds. He might have sensed something was coming for them, but it will be Hux who takes the brunt of the Supreme Leader's anger this time, given his insistence on traveling to Corellia to collect his ships despite weather advisories. Kylo makes it a point not to care about what happens to Hux, cuts through them all like he's mowing down the tall stalks of wheat that comprise a good portion of Corellian farmland. He catches a glimpse of who he thinks is FN-2187 and doubles back at a jog, deflecting the white hot bolt from a blaster somewhere behind him, throwing his mind open in the process and immediately feeling it flood with - )
Where? ( Kylo isn't sure if he says it aloud or if it's broadcast out of his head like a particle beam aimed straight for her, but he doesn't have to wait very long for his answer. The electric heat that her lightsaber casts off fills the air with the smell of burnt ozone, and he turns to find her, looking for all intents and purposes as if she's been waiting for him. His mind opens and reaches for her, spans the distance that separates them. ) There.
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When they begin their final approach toward Corellia to collect two of the Star Destroyers that the First Order has commissioned, Kylo tries breaching the void to speak with his grandfather but is met with silence. He spends considerable time staring out the viewport on the bridge, Hux pacing the length of the area while lecturing one of the engineers, before he tries reaching out toward Rey. Sometimes, mostly in the last hours before the end of the night cycle, he's able to pick up images and suggestions of what she's doing or who she's with, the vague weight of a saber in hand, a sudden onslaught of spice assaulting his sinuses, the sense that she's casting a line out and searching for him, too, before one of the two of them or both at once slam down on it like the force behind the effort will be enough to sever it for good. It never does This time, he senses nothing from her, a staticky void, a vacuum of darkness. She has him shut out so expertly that he almost feels put out about it. The next deck officer who speaks to him regarding landing preparations gets stony silence for a full minute following his report before Kylo turns on his heel and leaves him a nervous wreck for Hux to deal with.
His first night on Corellia is spent restless and awake, staring into the forest that encroaches on the capitol city like a cancerous growth. Corellian winds have kept them from returning to the Finalizer while Hux and several other senior ranking officers haggle with the Corellians over prices, and Kylo would rather be anywhere other than Han Solo's home planet, regardless of how much distance has been traveled between now and his stumble on the bridge. The second night passes in the same fashion, though the moon goes from blaring white to murky, blood red as it hangs low in the southern skies, and he spends a useless two hours attempting meditation in the courtyard after he's run several training droids through. He gets an inkling of something through the Force but can't place it. It isn't until the third night that he realizes what he's picking up on is General Organa, looking for him. By the time he realizes it, the Resistance has the jump on them, and the first shots are fired as soon as the sun has disappeared for the day and the harvest moon has taken its place.
Resistance attacks come in waves, bowling over the First Order's defenses as they are attacked by Corellians and Resistance fighters alike. Hux calls for backup, but TIE fighters and the shuttles carrying more ground troops have a difficult time not only getting through Poe Dameron's aerial attacks but also in combating the high, strong winds. He might have sensed something was coming for them, but it will be Hux who takes the brunt of the Supreme Leader's anger this time, given his insistence on traveling to Corellia to collect his ships despite weather advisories. Kylo makes it a point not to care about what happens to Hux, cuts through them all like he's mowing down the tall stalks of wheat that comprise a good portion of Corellian farmland. He catches a glimpse of who he thinks is FN-2187 and doubles back at a jog, deflecting the white hot bolt from a blaster somewhere behind him, throwing his mind open in the process and immediately feeling it flood with - )
Where? ( Kylo isn't sure if he says it aloud or if it's broadcast out of his head like a particle beam aimed straight for her, but he doesn't have to wait very long for his answer. The electric heat that her lightsaber casts off fills the air with the smell of burnt ozone, and he turns to find her, looking for all intents and purposes as if she's been waiting for him. His mind opens and reaches for her, spans the distance that separates them. ) There.
( He charges. )