[ Panic bubbles up in her throat when she doesn't feel him at her back right away, like she gets the sense that he's about to do something very, very stupid—that paranoia is validated by the tang of plasma against plasma just beyond her shoulder, a flash of green and red blossoming at the corner of her vision—impossibly so, she realizes in the very same instant she realizes that it's the Force she's using to see the glow, and the surface of Kylo Ren's mind.
By the time she's on the ground, he's close behind, and she rolls up onto one knee and pushes herself up in time to thrust the blue beam of her blade into a deflective stance that knocks Ji's back. Rey whips the saber to either side in a pinwheel, wedging herself between Kylo Ren and his one-time subordinate, her back squarely facing the defector that she knows will be frustrated with her choice to insert herself rather than run.
In her mind, she urges him back, and the slow carry of her steps crowd him towards the edge of the mine shaft. They reach it—a surprisingly deep fall, but no more than twenty feet—just in time for an explosion of red to spray like fireworks over their heads, raining dust from the wall over the mouth of the mine shaft. Ji readies another swing, and Rey turns to use her free hand to push Kylo Ren down it—another fall on her tab, but this time, her boots land on even ground just below, and she peers out at a sprawling pathway, about twenty feet wide, with magnetic rails for carts to lumber along spiderwebbing out into the mountain.
If she had more time, she might be astounded by the sight. As it stands, she rapidly picks a direction and starts down it at a run. Strings of lights attempt to brighten the dark tunnel, but they've shattered and dimmed with age; luckily, the blue glow of her lightsaber keeps it from pitch, even as they journey deeper. She doesn't waste her breath one words, and isolation has left even her mind unnervingly silent, relying instead on feelings and impressions rather than coherent thoughts. She tugs at the edge of Kylo's to make sure he follows her down the right path. ]
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By the time she's on the ground, he's close behind, and she rolls up onto one knee and pushes herself up in time to thrust the blue beam of her blade into a deflective stance that knocks Ji's back. Rey whips the saber to either side in a pinwheel, wedging herself between Kylo Ren and his one-time subordinate, her back squarely facing the defector that she knows will be frustrated with her choice to insert herself rather than run.
In her mind, she urges him back, and the slow carry of her steps crowd him towards the edge of the mine shaft. They reach it—a surprisingly deep fall, but no more than twenty feet—just in time for an explosion of red to spray like fireworks over their heads, raining dust from the wall over the mouth of the mine shaft. Ji readies another swing, and Rey turns to use her free hand to push Kylo Ren down it—another fall on her tab, but this time, her boots land on even ground just below, and she peers out at a sprawling pathway, about twenty feet wide, with magnetic rails for carts to lumber along spiderwebbing out into the mountain.
If she had more time, she might be astounded by the sight. As it stands, she rapidly picks a direction and starts down it at a run. Strings of lights attempt to brighten the dark tunnel, but they've shattered and dimmed with age; luckily, the blue glow of her lightsaber keeps it from pitch, even as they journey deeper. She doesn't waste her breath one words, and isolation has left even her mind unnervingly silent, relying instead on feelings and impressions rather than coherent thoughts. She tugs at the edge of Kylo's to make sure he follows her down the right path. ]