[ Staring as she is, with all the wary discomfort of uncertainty and the prying intensity of her telepathic search, Rey meets Kylo Ren's gaze levelly when he turns towards her. She doesn't look away when he catches her eye. Instead, she allows images from his mind to flood her, first Endor, Vader's mask a relic of a time never known by either of them, and then Ji.
Just as she's getting a good look, mentally lifting her gaze to try to peer beneath the helmet, Kylo rebuffs her with sharp dismissal, sharp enough to jar her somewhat and wonder at the nature of it. Without assuming too much, it almost seemed to give the impression of some possessive sentiment that he still maintained—that only strengthened the threat that being out here alone with him against the Knights he'd led. If there was some significance to the bond between Kylo Ren and Ji, it would make it all the more likely that he might turn on Rey to rejoin her.
Rey tells herself it's pragmatic self-preservation that produces her not inconsiderable interest in what that history might have looked like, and not personal, but it's a hard lie to tell when she feels the numbing surprise of how Kylo then identifies her—an unknown. Appalling, given how much Kylo himself knew of her, most of it discerned during a time he still served under Snoke. They had battled through an inextricable bond for months across the galaxy, linked despite all their best efforts and training, stubbornly silent on the subject when it came time to report to their superiors. It took her longer than it should have to tell Luke anything of it. Apparently, he'd told even less to the Supreme Leader, and Rey finds herself deeply engrossed in exploring the reasoning for that, staggered by the implicit protection offered by his silence.
Only the sudden, blazing sense of righteous fury and vengeance flashes and brands her mind does Rey manage to wrench her gaze away from the steely prominences of Kylo Ren's face, as though jarred from a dream into a much more nightmarish reality. Rey composes herself in a scramble, a surprising amount of labor in her breath as she sifts her mind from his and tries to cloak herself in a net of energy that suppresses her own signature against outsiders. A technique that would have been useless against Kylo Ren due to the depth of their bond might earn them a few minutes' head start against Ji.
With a generous push of the gliding lever to her left, Rey accelerates towards the surface of the moon with startling speed, ready to put the inferno that must be Ji well behind them. They need to get to the surface. They'll have no luck from up here, fighting a Force-user in a more capable ship without the ability to see her sense her with enough accuracy. With Mandalore too far off now to be reached in time, their best bet lies in the forests of Concordia. ]
Hold on tight. [ That's all the warning he gets before the moon's atmosphere tries to skip them off the surface of its ozone; the turbulence that results from resisting the surface tension of that glorified pocket of collected air rattles the ship so hard that its whole frame skips off course, and Rey has to manually drive it back down towards the surface. They hurtle as if she's intending direct contact until they're barely above the treeline, at which point she pulls up suddenly and aims the Falcon for the craggy rock faces at the edge of the forest, which promise a mining pit in the mountainous region beyond. A good place to disrupt scanning equipment, a better place to lie in wait to ambush a Knight of Ren. ]
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Just as she's getting a good look, mentally lifting her gaze to try to peer beneath the helmet, Kylo rebuffs her with sharp dismissal, sharp enough to jar her somewhat and wonder at the nature of it. Without assuming too much, it almost seemed to give the impression of some possessive sentiment that he still maintained—that only strengthened the threat that being out here alone with him against the Knights he'd led. If there was some significance to the bond between Kylo Ren and Ji, it would make it all the more likely that he might turn on Rey to rejoin her.
Rey tells herself it's pragmatic self-preservation that produces her not inconsiderable interest in what that history might have looked like, and not personal, but it's a hard lie to tell when she feels the numbing surprise of how Kylo then identifies her—an unknown. Appalling, given how much Kylo himself knew of her, most of it discerned during a time he still served under Snoke. They had battled through an inextricable bond for months across the galaxy, linked despite all their best efforts and training, stubbornly silent on the subject when it came time to report to their superiors. It took her longer than it should have to tell Luke anything of it. Apparently, he'd told even less to the Supreme Leader, and Rey finds herself deeply engrossed in exploring the reasoning for that, staggered by the implicit protection offered by his silence.
Only the sudden, blazing sense of righteous fury and vengeance flashes and brands her mind does Rey manage to wrench her gaze away from the steely prominences of Kylo Ren's face, as though jarred from a dream into a much more nightmarish reality. Rey composes herself in a scramble, a surprising amount of labor in her breath as she sifts her mind from his and tries to cloak herself in a net of energy that suppresses her own signature against outsiders. A technique that would have been useless against Kylo Ren due to the depth of their bond might earn them a few minutes' head start against Ji.
With a generous push of the gliding lever to her left, Rey accelerates towards the surface of the moon with startling speed, ready to put the inferno that must be Ji well behind them. They need to get to the surface. They'll have no luck from up here, fighting a Force-user in a more capable ship without the ability to see her sense her with enough accuracy. With Mandalore too far off now to be reached in time, their best bet lies in the forests of Concordia. ]
Hold on tight. [ That's all the warning he gets before the moon's atmosphere tries to skip them off the surface of its ozone; the turbulence that results from resisting the surface tension of that glorified pocket of collected air rattles the ship so hard that its whole frame skips off course, and Rey has to manually drive it back down towards the surface. They hurtle as if she's intending direct contact until they're barely above the treeline, at which point she pulls up suddenly and aims the Falcon for the craggy rock faces at the edge of the forest, which promise a mining pit in the mountainous region beyond. A good place to disrupt scanning equipment, a better place to lie in wait to ambush a Knight of Ren. ]