( She isn't wrong to reprimand him, but Kylo can't find it within himself to feel chastised despite the force behind that one singular syllable. He doesn't counter with anything all the same, doesn't push back with a similar punch though he assumes that his silence serves its purpose in its own right. That she sees fit to respond to him in the way that she does means that what he's said has taken root somewhere, and despite the displeasure it might stir within her, wherever it's found a hold and burrowed in is good enough for him. Rey is right: he doesn't have anyone to care about other than himself in the way that she clearly and painfully cares for those she has come to surround herself with. Not anymore.
The ship vibrates as it carries them further into space, gradually breaking free of Hapes' gravity well and leaving the swirling mess of the planet and its inhabitants behind. He's glad to be rid of it, glad in a way to have the eyes of the Resistance off of his back, and as such takes a moment to draw a deep breath in through his nose, letting it slowly out the way that it came. His head clears somewhat, disengaging from the fog of adrenaline and the haze that his fitful, exhaustive time spent asleep had left over his mind. Kylo feels along his own nerve endings where the location sensor digs into his hip, wedged underneath the weight of his saber - two comforting yet unpleasant reminders of the storm that waits for them on the horizon - and tries to relax despite the knots winding themselves together out of muscle and skin, still on pins and needles while on this freighter.
Rey charts their path through hyperspace, and he watches her do it with some amount of interest, refreshing himself on protocol that he hasn't been privy to for well over twenty years. It isn't entirely different from his own Upsilon-class shuttle, but then he's not routinely the one piloting it. Despite knowing what he's doing innately, it doesn't hurt to pay attention, the same way in which he had paid attention when Rey was finishing repairs on the heating unit. He's ready when she prompts him, and he assists her in easing the YT-model into hyperspace, running through recycled steps as they coax the hyperdrive out of stasis and into active duty. It is, possibly, the only thing they have ever done together without arguing over it first, and as such he stays in the co-pilot seat until black becomes white becomes a swirling screen of bending time and space all around them.
Without saying a word, he fishes the location sensor out of his pocket and keys it into the ship's computer, pulling up a technical readout of the sensor's specs and data on one of the small screens that decorates the cockpit. The sensor reads offline as he punches in commands and coordinates, splicing in several relay points that are sure to confuse the First Order and possibly a few of the more technologically lacking Knights, if they're lucky, if it doesn't throw them off their trail entirely. Once it's done, Kylo unbuckles his belt and climbs to his feet. The back of his clothing is littered with light and dark brown hair, but he only shows Rey his profile, disengaging the location probe from the nav computer and holding it in his palm. )
The signal is set to beam back to Hapes. ( His tone is neutral, and he doesn't look at her. He hadn't missed the pass of her hand over her face as she'd wiped away any and all evidence that she'd been crying. Another time and he might have exploited it. Now is not that time, and all he feels is uncomfortable for having glimpsed it. ) Then bounce back to Corellia before veering up into Kuat for a short while - long enough to refuel, I suppose - and then hurtle down toward Nar Shaddaa, where the signal will die. The First Order might be unwilling to get involved immediately with the Hutts, so it could buy you some time. ( He tosses the sensor to her, tugging restlessly on his gloves. She can plug the thing back into the computer and check to see if he's lying, if she wants. ) You can choose when to activate, though I wouldn't dally if I were you.
( With that he strides from the cockpit, remembering to duck on the way out. )
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The ship vibrates as it carries them further into space, gradually breaking free of Hapes' gravity well and leaving the swirling mess of the planet and its inhabitants behind. He's glad to be rid of it, glad in a way to have the eyes of the Resistance off of his back, and as such takes a moment to draw a deep breath in through his nose, letting it slowly out the way that it came. His head clears somewhat, disengaging from the fog of adrenaline and the haze that his fitful, exhaustive time spent asleep had left over his mind. Kylo feels along his own nerve endings where the location sensor digs into his hip, wedged underneath the weight of his saber - two comforting yet unpleasant reminders of the storm that waits for them on the horizon - and tries to relax despite the knots winding themselves together out of muscle and skin, still on pins and needles while on this freighter.
Rey charts their path through hyperspace, and he watches her do it with some amount of interest, refreshing himself on protocol that he hasn't been privy to for well over twenty years. It isn't entirely different from his own Upsilon-class shuttle, but then he's not routinely the one piloting it. Despite knowing what he's doing innately, it doesn't hurt to pay attention, the same way in which he had paid attention when Rey was finishing repairs on the heating unit. He's ready when she prompts him, and he assists her in easing the YT-model into hyperspace, running through recycled steps as they coax the hyperdrive out of stasis and into active duty. It is, possibly, the only thing they have ever done together without arguing over it first, and as such he stays in the co-pilot seat until black becomes white becomes a swirling screen of bending time and space all around them.
Without saying a word, he fishes the location sensor out of his pocket and keys it into the ship's computer, pulling up a technical readout of the sensor's specs and data on one of the small screens that decorates the cockpit. The sensor reads offline as he punches in commands and coordinates, splicing in several relay points that are sure to confuse the First Order and possibly a few of the more technologically lacking Knights, if they're lucky, if it doesn't throw them off their trail entirely. Once it's done, Kylo unbuckles his belt and climbs to his feet. The back of his clothing is littered with light and dark brown hair, but he only shows Rey his profile, disengaging the location probe from the nav computer and holding it in his palm. )
The signal is set to beam back to Hapes. ( His tone is neutral, and he doesn't look at her. He hadn't missed the pass of her hand over her face as she'd wiped away any and all evidence that she'd been crying. Another time and he might have exploited it. Now is not that time, and all he feels is uncomfortable for having glimpsed it. ) Then bounce back to Corellia before veering up into Kuat for a short while - long enough to refuel, I suppose - and then hurtle down toward Nar Shaddaa, where the signal will die. The First Order might be unwilling to get involved immediately with the Hutts, so it could buy you some time. ( He tosses the sensor to her, tugging restlessly on his gloves. She can plug the thing back into the computer and check to see if he's lying, if she wants. ) You can choose when to activate, though I wouldn't dally if I were you.
( With that he strides from the cockpit, remembering to duck on the way out. )