apparare: (◇ fluid riposte)
b⃫e⃫n⃫ ⃫s⃫o⃫l⃫o⃫ KYLO REN ([personal profile] apparare) wrote 2016-03-28 06:55 pm (UTC)

You're the one who's been going on and on for the better part of two days about a vision you had in a basement somewhere. ( The words tumble out of his mouth without much provocation and without a resource and background check to determine the validity of all of them, but they all feel right in the order that they transpire, and they feel even more satisfying encased in the tone that he chooses to delivery them with. Abrupt and scathing, knocking down the credence of her claims with sharp barbs determined and designed to deflect as much as they are call her out on the accusations that she levels at him. ) Stop filling the cockpit with pointless and obvious observations if you want me to come up with something that's not going to get us shot out of the sky, your preternatural ability to fly your way out of insane situations be damned.

( An image burns itself into he back of his eyes as he barks at her, a dog held back by the tightening collar attached to a long leash leading back into a dark house. He can see his father bent over these controls and issuing commands and disparaging comments in the same way, without actively having to mine his memories of long-forgotten stories or search through the scant collection of them that Rey has, wherever she keeps them.

It's just a passing thought and then it's gone, leaving him simultaneously hot and cold as he sweeps his gaze over the scanners and does a perfunctory search of endless space out in front of them. Nothing. The scanners are empty, blank, and he comes to the realization of what that means almost the moment that Rey voices it. Kylo's brow furrows as he peers at the scanner, that same sense of dread seeping out from every corner of the ship, every blank stretch of space, every pore and healing scar on his body. It isn't a feeling he would associate with one of the Knights, who have their own signatures through the Force regardless of whether they are sensitive or not. This is oppressive and deep and old, and whatever it is is hiding itself and everything around it. It feels like - )


Snoke. ( But even in giving that notion a voice, Kylo knows that it can't be right. That door may be closed for the time being, but he does not believe for one second that at this proximity the Supreme Leader would fail in sniffing his former apprentice out and turning the inside of his skull to broken glass and polluted sludge. In a last ditch effort to exert some control over the situation, Kylo curls his hand into a fist and slams it against the console right above where the scanner's wiring is located, as if he might be able to intimidate it into working correctly. Failing in that, and because they are likely to be loud enough that Rey will hear them anyway, he begins thinking out loud. )

He wouldn't be this sloppy. Scrambling our sensors or cloaking Mandalorian air space would draw too much attention to him, and he wouldn't personally take on the task of hunting us down when he has others available at his disposal. Hux and his fleet are busy with the Resistance. ( He begins running through a mental list of other generals and admirals available to dispatch but ultimately knows what the answer must be. It's as unexpected as it isn't. Only one other Knight of Ren is Force sensitive, and for as much as he had doubted that Ji would be the first to find them, and for as loathe as he is to admit it, this isn't the first time he's been so utterly and painfully wrong. ) Put the ship down.

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