( If he's going to be on this ship for any further extended periods of time, he needs to stop coming and going from it and just stay aboard to save himself the experience of taking the ramp with heavy steps, each footfall punching him in the solar plexus. A beam of plasma right through his lungs. For now he lingers at the foot of the gangplank, not dissimilar to the way in which he has every time he has approached this ship since he and his squad of troopers searched it when it touched down on Starkiller Base, prowling the hallways with his head down and his shoulders high, hoping and dreading to come across Han Solo in the cockpit. Kylo spends more time now than he had then lingering at the base of the ramp, allowing Rey whatever time and space she might need in order to convince Chewbacca to remain with Organa without his dissuasive - or persuasive, he can't be sure which category he might fall under at this point - presence hanging in the wookiee's periphery.
When a sufficient amount of time has passed for her to have located her co-pilot, Kylo propels himself forward, pausing for a minute in the entrance to cast his senses out, determine the location of his two wayward companions, and then head in the opposite direction. This plan of attack leads him to the hold, where the majority of his possessions are still piled haphazardly. It doesn't take long, but he replaces the ribbed armor over his flight suit, works his gloves back down over his hands and the gauze that he sports, despite the holes made by the burns scored, and pulls his tunic on over his head. He's more Kylo Ren than he has been in the last handful of hours spent disrobed as he has been, but lacking the mask he knows that he's still less intimidating or frightening or commanding than he would be otherwise.
Rey's burns of anger catches his attention, and it isn't something realized as a result of their connection but for the loudness of it, the sheer volume. Even if they weren't dialed into one another as they are, Kylo knows that he would sense it, and for as curious as he is to know the root of it, he doesn't go searching. Time is of the essence, with the ordered retreat in mind, and they don't have the luxury of time to waste on petty arguments generated as a result of his momentary nosiness. It quiets down in a moment anyway, still simmering like hot embers but less intense than the blue burst of flame that had erupted and fanned outward like an engine firing. It makes the hair on the back of his neck stand on end and a hot stone low in his gut turn over.
Kylo collects the location probe, waits until he hears Chewbacca's loud footsteps on the metal floor, and then heads in Rey's direction. He and the Wookiee cross paths briefly in the corridor leading down the cargo ramp, and there is a look exchanged that Kylo, at one time, may have been able to read for all its complexities and implications. All the private reservations that Chewbacca has, his fears and anxieties, bound up in the painful rip associated with leaving this girl that he has grown so fond of behind, alone with this boy he used to be so fond of who has become this monster, this murderer, manifest in a single sound that borders on a whine but ends with a growl. A threat. Kylo doesn't need the translation, can see it written all over Chewbacca's face and in the set of his very large shoulders.
Kylo raises his chin, a challenge, but says nothing. After another moment locked like this, Chewbacca descends down the ramp, his bowcaster catching the docking bay's lamplight and glinting in a final reminder. Kylo doesn't watch him go, turns immediately to continue in his path down the corridor to find Rey, chin held aloft and eyes bright but steely. )
Looks like you managed to convince him without resorting to unconsciousness. ( There's neither kindness or malice in his tone. She's done the right thing in eliminating the number of people that stand between them and the encroaching storm. Kylo holds out the location sensor in his palm, a momentarily dead and deactivated piece of equipment. ) I'm going to scramble the coordinates once we've left Hapes air space. I can ping the signal off of a few satellites in different star systems, hopefully confuse any tracking sensors if we're not immediately pursued by First Order pilots. If something really is coming, it might buy us some time to regroup while the Resistance scrambles to get away. But -
( It's hardly a surefire means of tracking them, but then Kylo very much doubts that Snoke needs something as trivial as a location sensor in order to find him, find them. )
Flying out of here is going to divert some of the attention away from the Resistance, but the Knights will come, eventually, and they will come for us, for me, not the general. Nothing can change that. Will you be ready?
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When a sufficient amount of time has passed for her to have located her co-pilot, Kylo propels himself forward, pausing for a minute in the entrance to cast his senses out, determine the location of his two wayward companions, and then head in the opposite direction. This plan of attack leads him to the hold, where the majority of his possessions are still piled haphazardly. It doesn't take long, but he replaces the ribbed armor over his flight suit, works his gloves back down over his hands and the gauze that he sports, despite the holes made by the burns scored, and pulls his tunic on over his head. He's more Kylo Ren than he has been in the last handful of hours spent disrobed as he has been, but lacking the mask he knows that he's still less intimidating or frightening or commanding than he would be otherwise.
Rey's burns of anger catches his attention, and it isn't something realized as a result of their connection but for the loudness of it, the sheer volume. Even if they weren't dialed into one another as they are, Kylo knows that he would sense it, and for as curious as he is to know the root of it, he doesn't go searching. Time is of the essence, with the ordered retreat in mind, and they don't have the luxury of time to waste on petty arguments generated as a result of his momentary nosiness. It quiets down in a moment anyway, still simmering like hot embers but less intense than the blue burst of flame that had erupted and fanned outward like an engine firing. It makes the hair on the back of his neck stand on end and a hot stone low in his gut turn over.
Kylo collects the location probe, waits until he hears Chewbacca's loud footsteps on the metal floor, and then heads in Rey's direction. He and the Wookiee cross paths briefly in the corridor leading down the cargo ramp, and there is a look exchanged that Kylo, at one time, may have been able to read for all its complexities and implications. All the private reservations that Chewbacca has, his fears and anxieties, bound up in the painful rip associated with leaving this girl that he has grown so fond of behind, alone with this boy he used to be so fond of who has become this monster, this murderer, manifest in a single sound that borders on a whine but ends with a growl. A threat. Kylo doesn't need the translation, can see it written all over Chewbacca's face and in the set of his very large shoulders.
Kylo raises his chin, a challenge, but says nothing. After another moment locked like this, Chewbacca descends down the ramp, his bowcaster catching the docking bay's lamplight and glinting in a final reminder. Kylo doesn't watch him go, turns immediately to continue in his path down the corridor to find Rey, chin held aloft and eyes bright but steely. )
Looks like you managed to convince him without resorting to unconsciousness. ( There's neither kindness or malice in his tone. She's done the right thing in eliminating the number of people that stand between them and the encroaching storm. Kylo holds out the location sensor in his palm, a momentarily dead and deactivated piece of equipment. ) I'm going to scramble the coordinates once we've left Hapes air space. I can ping the signal off of a few satellites in different star systems, hopefully confuse any tracking sensors if we're not immediately pursued by First Order pilots. If something really is coming, it might buy us some time to regroup while the Resistance scrambles to get away. But -
( It's hardly a surefire means of tracking them, but then Kylo very much doubts that Snoke needs something as trivial as a location sensor in order to find him, find them. )
Flying out of here is going to divert some of the attention away from the Resistance, but the Knights will come, eventually, and they will come for us, for me, not the general. Nothing can change that. Will you be ready?