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b⃫e⃫n⃫ ⃫s⃫o⃫l⃫o⃫ KYLO REN ([personal profile] apparare) wrote2015-12-27 04:25 pm

i found something in the woods somewhere.





open post.
▬ action
▬ prompts
▬ continuing threads
▬ force shenanigans


forcevisions: (they wanna make me their queen)

Oops gives you homework. I should do that too probably because all I have rn is Boba Fett

[personal profile] forcevisions 2016-03-18 05:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[ In the instant after he presses her, Rey’s mind goes blank, as if every reason she’d ever used to justify the scrambling process of dragging him by the ear back into the light fell to pieces under scrutiny. Multitudes surge in a moment later, a counterattack to beat down the presumption of their nonexistence, leaving her unable to settle on which is most accurate, on which drove her completely.

The day Kylo Ren slayed Han Solo, Rey and Leia shared the loss of their loved one, and Rey mourned him as if he were her own. She could not mourn with Leia if she were the one to take the General’s son from her, and then she would suffer the loss of the only maternal warmth she’s ever felt. It’s selfish, surely, but in the empathic way that Rey manages best.

Then there’s the paralyzing responsibility of being the Jedi’s hope for balance, for resistance against the dark shadow that looms at the edge of the galaxy. The isolation of being Luke Skywalker’s only apprentice while he gives her insight into the Force in part and parcel, only offering what he believes she can manage and holding the rest back as leverage of some kind. Leaving Jakku should have meant leaving her loneliness behind, but it grows and stretches in the void in her chest that swells with each expanded understanding of what it means to be a Jedi. Abstinence from companionship, from connections, while maintaining the rich well of compassion within her asks a lot of a girl who is clumsily drunk on the sudden flood of affection that comes with breaking out of her hermitage.

The Jedi code asks her to offer compassion to Kylo Ren rather than the point of her lightsaber, but that is even less valid than claiming Kylo Ren had spared her life out of the kindness of his heart on Takodana. She spared him because she fears being the only one, restricted by what Luke will offer her, carrying the weight of the Jedi code alone on her back and hoping to make the best of it.

The threat of being left adrift and alone is two-fold, then: the danger of losing the mother she’s never had to grief and blame on the heels of losing Han Solo, and the tremulous responsibility of being the sole carrier of the Jedi legacy. Both swirl together into a selfish, dark justification for the fact that Kylo Ren has been allowed to survive his father, and acknowledging that fact leaves Rey—not for the first time—wondering if she has made the right choice.
]

The first time I saw General Organa, we wept together. Even though she knew it to be true, could feel it in the pulse of the Force, she didn’t understand how Han Solo could be dead because she could still sense a light in her son, and she believed that it burned brighter than the darkness that Snoke had drowned him in.

[ Even with Kylo Ren sitting across from her, she speaks of Ben Solo as a lost boy, a forgotten memory of a third party that is far away from the dejarik board and the Millennium Falcon, for the light that Leia accounts for is not a light that Rey has seen firsthand, not a belief she can force onto him in the same way, even if she has no problem levying the name against him where appropriate, brandishing it as a weapon. ]

When I first saw that vision, I thought you were a nightmare, a haunting specter with an army at your back ready to cut me down. But like your mother, you showed me another possibility—on Yaga Minor, do you remember? [ She lifts her gaze, leans intently forward as the metal of the table sighs and settles below her weight. ] You and that cloaked figure were towering over me when you cut him down: I believe, when the time comes to destroy him, you’ll do it to protect me.

[ She has to believe that because the only other choice is to acknowledge that she’s made all the wrong choices, and the right one would have been to cost herself everything by killing him. ]
forcevisions: (just like a balloon)

it is in fact shaped like his helmet

[personal profile] forcevisions 2016-03-20 07:58 am (UTC)(link)
[ Rey never expected for him to agree with her or even validate her interpretation as plausible; no, that sort of silliness fell beyond the sort of optimism that she could rationalize. Still, she feels some of the wind come out of her sails when he reduces the worth of her explanation to a dated assessment of the monster he fashioned himself into. ]

I thought you might say that.

[ Though she shakes her head, Rey doesn't discourage or undermine any of what he says. Just as she will not expect him to subscribe with a committed heart to the cause or to her inexplicable understanding of the vision as it stood, she will not ask him to become Ben Solo again. She never knew Ben Solo. The loss she feels is only secondary, distant and mitigated by the fact that sitting before her like this, Kylo Ren has a greater capacity to understand and relate to her than Ben Solo ever could. Kylo Ren is a product of loneliness and isolation, just as she is, even if he came to it by will.

All the same, the disgruntled twitch of her mouth joins with a turn of her gaze in an expression that reluctantly admits that she knows what she says sounds—
] You think I don't know how mad it sounds. But mark my word: you're going to spare my life, just as I've spared yours. If I had to guess, I'll bet it's for the same reasons, too.

[ Not the ones she has given voice to, admittedly, but the other, deeper and darker purpose, the gnawing self-possessed loneliness that spins and commands her, driving a need for affirmation and understanding. Long before she reached out for him, Kylo Ren was grasping with spindly leather fingers for her, and Rey reckons now that he merely recognized it sooner—though whether that was a luxury of his age, his training, or the fact that he wasn't the one being hunted, she cannot say. ]
forcevisions: (now my neck is open wide)

anything can be true if you close your eyes and believe

[personal profile] forcevisions 2016-03-21 05:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ The distraction of Dryx doesn't escape her, nor does it successfully draw the enraptured look out of her expression as she levels her gaze on him. Claiming that she had never been tempted by the pull he offered would be a lie, for he has always fascinated her in a way that cannot be explained or accepted by Rey or the people she calls family. Kylo Ren has his own gravity, no doubt in part due to the way he teeters on the edge of star-like combustion, pulling everything around it inward to increase its mass before it implodes.

In his confession, Rey sees something she understands, glinting from behind the black steel of a mask—sentiment. The inscrutable tether that links them in a way that traces back to before he'd ever touched her mind, to the moment she felt him approach in the forest. For as long as she has been the unsolvable thorn in his side, he has been the face peering out at her from the darkness, reaching towards her light, and they both effortlessly recognize the similar paradox of their inability to kill the other, struggling only with verbalizing it.

After a few moments, Rey permits a small smile to turn the corners of her mouth upward, finding humor in the way Kylo Ren decries his own team—it still jars her, to consider him scowling about Dryx with her over a game board rather than threatening and intimidating her (or at the very least, attempting to) with the inevitable approach of the Knight. Not lease of all on the list of uncomfortable items that she chooses to process as humor lies the fact that Kylo Ren's scowling report is paralyzingly normal, an easy conversation that exists outside of the context of the mad path they carve for themselves through the middle of the galaxy.
]

I hope to not spend enough time in his company to recognize him for the pain in the ass that he is. [ But with that quip aside, Rey takes the time to consider—hand-to-hand and a vibroblade. He's versatile, and probably physically powerful. ] If you're asking, again, if I'm going to be ready … [ Defensiveness warns him off the notion. ]
forcevisions: (i'm headed straight for the castle)

things i've learned about mandalore: everything is named variations of mandalore

[personal profile] forcevisions 2016-03-22 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
[ If she didn't know better, she might read his humbling discouragement as concern. Luckily, she knows better. Rey does not afford him the luxury of self control, rolling her eyes with unadulterated distaste, and she skips right past annoyed frustration and into total dismissal of his warning. If anything, the manner in which he makes it only disinclines her to listen. ]

I've met real opponents before and won. [ Resolutely, she ignores that Kylo Ren has just finished explaining to her that he has often spared her life and never held an interest in killing her in the same way that these knights will try to. By the same token, though, Rey could easily argue that they are not as powerful as their leader, and the disparity of their bloodthirst and skill comes out in the wash. It's better than confessing her uncertainty to the unstable ally sitting before her, anyway.

The metal framework of the ship rattles and sighs under the stress of hyperspace, and Rey isn't immediately sure if it's from the added stress of their billowing frustration with one another. She pushes to her feet and turns away from Kylo, pacing a few feet to defuse some of the tension that permeates between them. It's only a matter of time before this pressure cooker combusts, but she'd like that time to be far, far away from now, on a planet where it won't kill them.
]

They don't have to go down easy. They just have to go down. [ That's as close to a compromise as she's likely to make, acknowledging that it will be a hell of a battle but still asserting certainty that they will win. Without certainty, she can have no steady frame of mind, and everything else will unravel from there. Already, Kylo Ren has interfered enough with her temperate calm. ]
forcevisions: (i still feel that rush in my veins)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2016-03-23 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ Trapped by the sting of direct confrontation with the fact that he wasn't trying to kill her, that he's never wanted to, Rey feels cornered into acknowledgment of a point she still won't agree with, and the reluctance grinds her teeth together with the same sawing sound that trembles through the Millennium Falcon's bones, though that's more likely a result of the ship's age than anything she's venting.

He forces her, in this way, to address the unease she meets his confession with. She cannot deflect and claim that he was trying to cut her down, can't declare that he merely wants her to die at another hand regardless of what intelligence he's offered, because he preempted it with a declaration that she still doesn't know what to do with, but nor is she ready to truly examine what that means. The conflict leaves her in an infuriating limbo of inaction, with a ramrod straight back and the stillness of an ancient oak as she weathers the hurricane of threats and warnings that he slings at her.
]

You think in order for me to take this seriously, I have to be afraid. [ A sneering accusation hangs on you, as if digging the knives of her words under his fingernails, calling him a coward in a secondary whisper. He registers everything, she concludes, in stages of fear—the fear of inadequacy and failure, the fear of confronting his past and his crimes, and his fear of retaliation by Snoke.

That last one, she must admit, chills her bones in a way that cannot be dismissed as the recycled air pouring out of a vent onto her, yet even in that threat, it's not a warning she hears but something very near jealousy, as though the attention of the Supreme Leader—even negative—is something that Kylo wishes he had, begrudges her. She would happily let him have it if she believed he could withstand it without being crushed under the weight.

A million voices in her head rally to join Kylo Ren in declaring her training, preparation, and performance inadequate to fact the demon that awaits them in the Unknown Regions, but she rebuffs all of them. Kylo Ren's injuries on Starkiller Base may have been a handicap, but they were one weakened by her inexperience; his goal to capture rather than kill her tempered not by the fact that she had no desire to kill him, for she did—and often—but by the fact that she chose not to try.
]

But fear has never accomplished anything, and I won't be calling on it now.
forcevisions: (i can't believe)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2016-03-23 05:32 am (UTC)(link)
[ Neither of them needs to verbalize their recognition of his lie for it to hang between them as he swaggers over, the crumpled game board standing in testament to his fury and the power it holds. No wonder Snoke chose to cultivate his unhinged rage, to fan that flame until it was an unchecked inferno, one that Rey would be happy to see burn the Supreme Leader for his arrogance in believing that he could control it for a moment. Rey knows, looking at the wildfire that blazes before her, that she can't either, even though the Resistance has premised its acceptance of Kylo Ren's surrender on the condition that she can.

Regardless of how barely perceptible it is, she jumps ever so slightly when the board crumples, but her spine refuses to recline and lean back as he swarms her, a suffocating cloud of black ink that descends like locusts blotting out the sun. Her tongue darts out to wet cracking lips, and she lifts her chin as she swallows the lump in her throat, determined not to let her weakness show even as his pours through their connection in the reaction to her goading jab.

It's not as if she didn't realize while she did it that she was poking an already incensed wild animal, one who's already developed a taste for her blood.

The intensity of his anger assures her that this will be the time it goes beyond his limits, that she will be left to defend herself from suffering the same fate as the Dejarik board, and she's ready and—if she's being honest with herself—even excited by the prospect, her blood thrumming with the promise of a fight right up until the very instant he turns on his heels and billows out of the room, leaving Rey to deflate into sagging shoulders and heady confusion. Even if she wanted to lash back, she would not strike a blow on the swaggering titan that shrunk her like he did; he's already gone.

Instead, Rey makes her way to the cockpit and settles into the pilot's seat to find serenity in the busy streaking light of hyper space. She closes her eyes and imagines Han here, thirty years ago, warring with the Empire and either fleeing or seeking out Darth Vader's iron grip wherever it held pull over the galaxy, Leia packed into the cockpit with him. She wants to believe that can be her too, that she'll chase Snoke out of every dark corner that he can hide in within the known galaxy until all that's left is the small political scuffles fought in X-wings and TIE fighters by people like Finn and Poe, or by people like Leia who, at Finn's behest, has been pouring resources into deprogramming possibilities for the swayed stormtroopers.

She doesn't leave the cockpit, even after she extracts herself from dreams of eventual peace; instead, she pulls records from the Falcon's archives up onto the view screen, including a file on Mandalore. Her eyes gloss over the words, skimming it without committing much of it to memory beyond some that she can recognize by sight. Ultimately, it only stokes her frustration, and she closes it soon enough as well, scrubbing hands over her face in dissatisfaction with her own ineptitude, in a rare moment able to appreciate the fear of inadequacy she'd sensed in Kylo Ren those months ago.

A lot of people are counting on them to come back and promise security, offer hope. She can't afford to let them down.
]
forcevisions: (don't you know that)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2016-03-24 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
[ Even coiled in the cockpit on the other end of the ship, Rey finds the banging impossible to ignore—probably for the best, for she hears the grinding sound of rent metal and grimaces to think that he might be damaging the last vestige of his father's memory in what amounts to a tantrum. It feels wrong to designate Han as his father, when from their given perspectives, he properly feels more like he belongs to Rey.

That sense of ownership keeps her rooted to the pilot's seat for longer than she probably should remain, unable to trust herself to engage him in a reasonable manner, but soon enough, his desperate, conflicted scramble for an identity he's never built bleeds through into her sufficiently that she can't ignore it. He doesn't reach out in a traditional sense, but the entropy surrounding him and billowing outward acts like a beacon; it draws her to him.

On some level, she's always drawn to him.

Rather than examine it, Rey pops up onto her feet and chases him down in the hold, rounding the corner of the narrow steel corridor that rattles with the vigorous effort of the ship tearing through the fabric of space. She understands the feeling as she continues to smash her nose into the impregnable bubble of inculcated fear and hate that surrounds Kylo Ren; the very act of trying to smash her way through it shakes her until she wonders if she might be coming apart too.

Without making an effort to mask her presence, she moves just past him and stares into the warped metal that reflects only distorted, blended colors of flesh and hair and black robes, not any likeness of anyone. If Leia were here, she'd take the opportunity to try and pick him up from where he sits, urge him against the hate that he demonstrates for his own reflection, but gazing into the twisted, mutilated sheet of paneling, Rey doesn't find that kind of sympathy.

He stared in the mirror every day while he became what he is without flinching or stopping himself when the time came. It was too late, by the time he had. He deserves the punishment he doles out on himself, and she permits the way he stews in self-loathing. Turning towards him, she sizes the seated figure up, weighs and measures, and decides that he's not a broken shell of the beast he'd once been—whatever conclusion the metal panel had been sacrificed to bring him to contained at least some measure of resolve in it. For now, that's all she can ask.
]

I'm not afraid because I'm not coming up against them alone. [ It's the closest thing to a concession or an olive branch that she'll give him; it's hard to even offer that much, thinking of what he's done and all the reasons she has not give him any of her gratitude for the position he fills at her side. People don't have to earn that for her to give it, though, and Rey finds herself more enamored with the notion the further she considers it. For now, then, she puts it off. ] Now will you come help me or not?
forcevisions: (and in the end)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2016-03-28 05:49 am (UTC)(link)
[ Not yet. Even if his smile holds something of a sneer, those two words reassure her that he understands in some capacity what she is holding onto here—so tightly, in fact, that she stands fast under the belief that hiding the fact that he'd stood with the Knights to his back best serves his continued presence at her side. An explanation will manifest itself, she decides, one counter to the paradox of Kylo Ren being both her savior and slayer in the same breath, counter to the persistent fear that he might only protect her so he has the chance to bring her back to Snoke for the same treatment he warns her off now.

If she does not trust him, they will fail. With little other choice, she holds onto what she can use and deludes herself with it into the belief that they are secure in this tenuous truce they've built, one with a card house for a foundation.

Instead of bogging them both down in further argument, Rey curtly nods and turns her attention to the task at hand, casting her glance back to the cockpit. Pushing away the dissatisfaction she feels over anyone but Chewie taking the gunner seat these days, Rey focuses instead on prioritizing their survival by accepting the logic of the plan.
]

Close enough to drop out. Come on.

[ She leads the way into the cockpit, unconsciously bracing herself for the steadying breath she predicts he'll draw, a prediction that results from the narrow membrane that separates their minds, makes them all but one and, as such, makes her subconsciously aware of his ticks and pauses, even when not consciously considering them.

Desensitization should, eventually, ease the sight for him, but it hasn't yet, and his apprehensive tendency towards steeling himself has become hers, but Rey maintains an air of grace and comfort in spite of it as she lowers herself into the pilot seat and points to the lever on his side.
] Lower the throttle slowly. I want to give the scanners time to pick up whatever might be waiting for us before we're completely defenseless. Be ready with the shields.

[ The orders come out naturally, not exercised for the sake of power but for the sake of practicality, and patient besides. More importantly, though, she assumes he'll follow them, if the way anticipatory way she palms the hyperdrive switch on her side is any indicator, tight trip ready to bring them down slow in tandem with him. ]
forcevisions: (but i still feel you)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2016-03-28 05:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[ For a moment, Rey feels a flicker of something she doesn't quite recognize in him, lifts her head and turns her gaze to scrutinize him while he reflects on the impossibility of her escape from Jakku, but doesn't delve telepathically deeper than the feeling. Confusion knits her brows together, narrows her eyes, but the white streaks of stars through hyperspace fade and leave them in the black hollow of the seam between the Outer and Mid Rim.

She brushes it off quickly, turning her attention out the front window with his warning, her eyes darting back and forth between the space that stretches endlessly before them, the planet coming into sight as a speck among dust and debris, and the radar in the instrument panel, blipping with the deceptive pleasantry of non-recognition.

Kylo Ren's judgment supersedes the passive assertion of the device.
]

Yes, thank you, you've said that plenty of times today. Is this all you do? Throw out vague and bleak fortunes like some kind of conman with a deck of cards.

[ She guides them around floating rocks, and it occurs to her only on the other side of it that the blank radar in and of itself is suspicious. Looking down, her brow furrows with second thought. For there to be no ships in space this close to Mandalore … surely someone must always be coming and going, but it was coming up empty, as if something were jamming them or cloaking everything else. Her head turns fully to pin Kylo Ren to his seat. ] You're going to need to be more specific. Fast. We can't rely on scanning equipment. Something's disrupting it.
forcevisions: (bad trip)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2016-03-29 07:19 am (UTC)(link)
[ Astonishingly, Kylo Ren continues to demonstrate an uncanny ability to stir what should be a compliment in with a slurry of insults and leave her more infuriated than if he'd never acknowledged her abilities at all. In fact, Rey finds herself incensed with her own mind for daring to seek significance in an acknowledgment of her prowess by the creature beside her. Her grip tightens on the yoke before her.

She doesn't consider herself lucky that it's thoughts of Snoke that distract the both of them from petty squabbling, and she can feel the creeping chill that she associates with his influence tightening around her spine, an automatic response to the mere threat of his involvement or an actual sensitivity, she can't be sure. For that reason and more, she feels a rush of relief replace her breath as it leaves her lungs when Kylo Ren dismisses the possibility, assuring her that any feeling she'd gotten was the mere recollection of his signature. The impression that he leaves terrifies her in ways she refuses to examine at the present moment.
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I can settle us on Concordia, but there's nothing closer than that. [ She balks visibly at his expectation that she can land the ship as suddenly as he demands, a scoff ringing out of the back of her throat as she redirects the ship to the nearby forest moon. Another forest moon, Endor was the end of the Empire, she recalls. That's what the galaxy decided, anyway, even if the Battle of Jakku was long after. She wonders what will end on this one.

It's a bleak thought because she knows it grows out of the concern that it will be them, given the serious implications of Kylo Ren's abrupt demand. She doesn't fuss with rebuffing him, offer protest for the sake of protest and pride at a time like this; better for both of them that they focus on working together instead. But she does dip unsolicited into the tide pool of his mind, fishing around for thoughts memories scuttling near the surface to lend the context he doesn't offer to his demand.

The dark mask of a Knight greets her, and she knows implicitly that this woman's name is Ji without ever having personally met her.
] You need to be sure. I'm not interested in theories; we need certainty, and a plan. How are we going to subdue her without alerting the rest of the Knights to our location?
forcevisions: (sick of being poised)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2016-03-29 09:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[ 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. ]
forcevisions: (when your head's resting next to mine)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2016-03-30 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ In the heat of their descent, she can feel his gaze burning the side of her face, wave after intense wave buffeting her with his investigation, but it barely registers in her conscious mind, which is fully focused on their survival of the insane feat she pulls to put Ji well behind them. The gambit seems to work, but he's turned away by the time she, breathing hard, turns to meet his gaze.

Rey lets her clueless stare linger for a moment before she follows his direction to nest the ship in the cradle of the open mine. The white shell of the Millennium Falcon is covered with dust and pock-marked with holes and divots, which helps it to camouflage with the mine. It'll have to do, and she'll have to hope that Ji's interest lies outside of blasting their ride out of here half to hell.
]

If this ship were going to come apart, it would have done it long before I got my hands on it. [ She abandons the yoke, lifting her gaze out the front to try and spot a speck of a ship in the clear sky above. Nothing. A hollow effort. She turns away immediately and tears out of the cockpit like a bat out of hell. ] Bring everything you'll need. I can't promise you we'll be back here.

[ She's come a long way from refusing to let go of the nightmarish hovel she'd called a home on Jakku for the delusional hope of her family that it represented; now, she's able to accept that there is every possibility that their survival will need to take precedent over the memory of Han Solo that steers this ship. At least his ship would see a burial, even if it was on some nowhere moon in the Outer Rim.

For her part, Rey only stops to stuff ration bars into the leather satchel at her hip with a fistful of bandages and tubes of low-potency bacta gel. War left no place for sentimentality or creature comforts, so she lowered the cargo ramp and waited at the head of it for Kylo Ren to join her.
]
forcevisions: (fall to your knees)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2016-03-31 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ Rey draws a deep breath, staring up at the bucket of rust that she's begun to call her home, then turns away from it with every bit of resolve she can muster and doesn't look back as they descend the cargo ramp. In fact, she doesn't look back even as it shrinks with its retreat as they surge onward towards the ruins of what used to be the mine; the ruins are a graveyard that reminds her of a home she'd had earlier than the Falcon, reminds her of the felled starships that she had scoured for usable parts on Jakku for years.

The only movement comes from the dust their boots kick up, and Rey takes slow, deliberate steps that try to mask her trail across the layer of dirt that settles atop the mine's pit. She stops at Kylo's question, turning her attention skyward and squinting as though she ere using her eyes rather than the Force to search. The same cloak of darkness that blacked out the scanning equipment persists like a dense fog that attenuates her field of view, and she shakes her head, dropping her chin with some marginal disappointment.
]

No. [ She turns and continues towards the mine facilities. ] But we don't need to know how close she is to know she'll come for us, which gives us plenty of time to stage an ambush for when she gets here. [ It's been rare, in her experience to have the drop on anyone from the First Order like this, let alone someone else with Force sensitivity—even Luke and Leia had sensed her arrival when she came to D'Qar and Ahch-To respectively. She plans to make the most of it. ]

We can suppress our signatures as well, lie in wait and draw her here. [ She points up to the ruined offices and barracks, squinting at the pile of dust and searching for a point of egress. ] Then collapse it to trap her.

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