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i found something in the woods somewhere.
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you can cite him your thesis
The charge never comes, though, and he's left tense and waiting against with one hand gripping the counter hard enough to turn his knuckles bone white and practically warp metal. He doesn't relax until Rey lays out the finer details of her plan and even then it's only by various degrees, letting go of the counter once his vision stops prickling at the sides and he's swallowed most of the blood that fills his mouth. When he speaks, there's a sharp prick of pain where he's bitten through his cheek, but Kylo knows exactly how to draw strength from pain and doesn't see it as a bother. )
As long as you think that the ship can hold together long enough to get to Roche and get through Roche, it's a plan with merit. ( Kylo pushes himself to his full height, casting a sideways glance over at the heating unit, which at least is no longer on fire. ) The real problem comes after, when Snoke realizes that we've changed course and not gone to the Outer Rim territories and systems as he's been led to believe. The Hapes Cluster might be able to shield you from First Order chatter and scouting, but it isn't going to do much to dissuade a Knight.
( That, still, is something that they can discuss when it's upon them, hurtling toward them like a comet rather than burning threateningly like a far off star. Ultimately, though, it comes down to one truth between them: )
You're the pilot of the this bucket. It's your call.
( It's likely the most control he ever has or ever will cede to her, but that doesn't make it any less accurate. He's an adequate pilot in his own right, but her skills are impressive enough that he can put the responsibility of their escape in her hands and not feel slighted by it. It's also as close to a compliment as he's likely to get as well. )
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[ Rey growls the words out instinctively, casting a look up and around at the walls of the Falcon as if it could hear Kylo slinging insults at it. He can be thankful that she stops far short of reaching out to pet it with tender reassurance, at least, and turns her attention back to him instead of extending her moment of defense for the ship. ]
You think it's dangerous to reconvene with the Resistance with the Knights still pursuing us. [ Rey makes the evaluation carefully, sizing him up as she does, like she's not sure whether to believe him or attribute it to some personal distaste for the group. Unfortunately, his arguments carried solid reasoning in them, and she couldn't help finding herself in agreement that it was dangerous and irresponsible to lead the Knights straight to wherever the Resistance leaders moved themselves.
Whatever they decided, it needed to happen soon. Without adjusting the trajectory, they'd run out of options in the heart of Kessel space with no choice but to land on the barren, spice-laden asteroid with no hope for reinforcements.
She cycled through the nearby planets she'd seen on the astrogation chart in her mind—Nar Shaddaa would have the supplies they needed, but attract the wrong kind of attention; she'd heard stories of it from the earnest hunters who visited Jakku hoping for treasure of some kind that fell from the sky during the Galactic Civil War. Tund, Gand, and Kubindi were all marked as uninhabitable to humans (for reasons she certainly didn't want to test). Rey folded her arms over her chest while she worked the problem, finally bringing herself to think aloud for Kylo's benefit. ]
Mon Cala's too far. Kegan doesn't have a spaceport for us to find parts at. [ She rattles the planets off one by one, cutting down each option with a swift and brutal chop until finally, exasperatedly, she drops her hands. ] We don't have a choice. I can get us through Roche, but we have to reconvene with the fleet for as long as it takes to complete repairs. A few days, maybe more. Then we can pack off to the Outer Rim as we please to draw them off the Resistance.
[ She doesn't look happy about it, eyes already hardened by the prospect of whittling days away on another planet as desolate as Jakku, waiting to be hunted like animals. Given her rathers, Rey would hunt the First Order and the Knights of Ren down personally and meet them where they live, but she knows it's not a workable plan, and Leia would skewer her had she any idea the young Jedi was even thinking it. But given the choice, she'd rather stay the bait and use that to protect her friends from a battle they couldn't possibly win. The Force seemed to command that the Jedi fought a second front of this endless war, and Rey could only move through its streams to where it guided. ]
You know the First Order better than anyone: worst case, how long before the Knights find us?
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Rejoining with the fleet could be beneficial. ( He pushes away from where he's been leaning and paces a slow, steady path between the galley unit and just a couple of feet from where Rey has taken up her position. ) They might assume a change of hands has taken place and be unsure which ship to focus the bulk of their attention on. It won't be an unexpected move, necessarily, but navigating through Roche will buy you enough time to stop them from breathing down the back of your neck, long enough for the First Order to begin looking in the territories I provided the Supreme Leader with. I think it's dangerous to reconvene with the Resistance with Knights pursuing you, yes, but the Knights aren't going to pursue with the sort of immediacy that the First Order is. It doesn't work like that.
( Which isn't an answer to her question, and Kylo knows that, but he needs a moment to talk it through himself in order to arrive at the other end of the spectrum, perceiving the idea of his Knights attacking a problem from an end opposite his, without his direction, without his command, without his control. )
Worst case? One of them finds us in the Roche asteroids and tails us to the Hapes Cluster, brings the entire First Order back down on the Resistance, unaware and unprepared, but that would mean leaving immediately, and Snoke is not going to scramble them so abruptly. Knights - ( He has to forcibly stop himself from saying my Knights, though the desire to do so is there, right at the tip of his tongue as it draws away from his teeth to pronounce the syllable necessary to complete the thought. Every word that follows feels like an acute betrayal of not only a collective that he spent the last decade believing in but also of a tight unit of some of the most gifted warriors - Force users or otherwise - that he has ever known. It's a betrayal they will see without question, once the smoke clears and the concussive glare of the blast wears off, and it's that bloodlust and thirst that they should be most concerned with. The First Order does not suffer traitors; the Knights of Ren dare not even breathe the word into existence. ) - operate independently of the First Order. When our efforts are coordinated, then we collaborate, but they are a unit distinctly different from what the First Order is and represents. They don't defer to any chain of command within the Order. They defer to me. And in my absence, they'll defer to Snoke directly as opposed to carrying out his orders through a channel and go to him for instruction when they're beckoned. ( Kylo levels a look at her, making sure that she's paying attention to this part. ) It's imperative that you understand the kind of people that you're going up against.
( The odds had been stacked against him, the first time, and partially even the second time, during their battle on Corellia. He had been injured on Starkiller Base, and he hadn't wanted to kill her in either skirmish, attacking with the controlled ferocity intended only to subdue. Rey knows the story, however she wants to paint it, but the reality is that had he been interested in killing her, had he been operating at full capacity, Kylo could have overpowered her without a second thought. The warm tendrils of darkness, offering to wrap her in a soft, powerful embrace, that she encounters every time she turns her head in the wrong direction is nothing compared to the tangle of Dark power that surrounds some of the Knights of Ren. Kylo glances at the lightsaber that is strapped to Rey's side, and he is immediately proud of his decision - and hers - to go back into the woods to retrieve it. )
I would keep the time that it takes to repair your ship to a minimum once you rendezvous with the Resistance on the other side of Roche. It won't be an immediate hunt for the Falcon's bumper, but it will come quickly once Snoke realizes that the Outer Rims are not actually our intended target. And he and the Knights won't exactly be pleased.
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It unnerves her, the way he lumps himself with the First Order and rebuffs her plans and the Resistance's to the impersonal you, as if he claimed no part in them, but she tried to assuage herself that it was habit, not confession, and thus she doesn't allow it to hinder the way his relative assurance that they're unlikely to arrive quite so quickly prompts her to shut her eyes and breathe a single moment's relief, though she doesn't dwell in it: after all, it's only supposition. All of it.
She pries the melted panel off the front of the unit and lets it clatter to the floor in a pile of charred steel, backing away from the cloud of smoke that effuses from the ashen interior of the unit. Without parts, she won't be able to repair even this, but taking stock will do for the time being.
Already, she shaves time off with a series of mental tallies. Everything about their plan relies on cooperation from the Hapans, but she can't afford to presume that Leia fails in diplomacy when she lands. At the very least, they should receive safe haven. Maybe even mechanical assistance, which would speed things along. But it wasn't a guarantee either, any more than evading the Knights in Roche would be. Even with her and Chewie working around the clock, there was no telling how extensive the damage through the heating systems were: it looked as if the explosion had kicked back through the circuitry and fried the whole system by overloading it with the energy created. ]
Yes, well, I think we'd be in worse shape if any of the people you just listed were pleased. [ It would mean they were already captured, and nothing that followed could bode well for either Force-user. Rey scrubbed a hand over her mouth, looked away from the heating unit and back at him. She catches his eyes on the lightsaber at her belt, and absently, she reaches for it, suddenly aware of its weight. At least that's one thing working in their favor. ]
I'll do as much diagnostic work as I can before we have to drop out of hyperspace near Roche. That should shave maybe a day off our time on Hapes, if we're lucky, and get us back in the air hopefully before Snoke realizes we haven't lost his strills in the Outer Rim.
[ The whole plan wobbles in the air between them like a house of cards, rattled by their very breath, by the smoke of the disabled heating unit. One wrong move, one sharp breath, and the whole thing would come clattering down around them. She straightens her spine and squares her shoulders like a soldier preparing for battle, bracing herself against the coming storm, then breezes past him into the ship's main corridor. ]
But you're right: I should understand the kind of people we're going up against. While I'm working, you can brief me on them.
/quietly hides my massive knights of ren boner
Skywalker, he thinks, and resolutely does not imagine his uncle examining his blade with the kind of abject despair and resignation contingent upon the crushing totality of guilt. Instead, he nods once, shallowly, to the plan that Rey is laying out, getting the impression that she's talking more for her own benefit than for his understanding or in search of his opinion. He's given it already, and from the resolution in her tone, Kylo gets the sense that there's going to be little deviation from their course from here on out. He doesn't look forward to running to ground on Hapes, and plans to stick to the ship as much as he's able both in the interest of not drawing attention to his person as First Order fugitive - he's sure of that, regardless of what he had done to deceptively earn back some of Snoke's scuttled faith in Kylo Ren's loyalty, he is still a traitor in ways that many people will never be able to understand - but it's their only option, it seems, and he'll see it through.
Rey skips around him, and his hand uncurls from the relaxed grip on his lightsaber just in time to grab the door frame and follow her out into the main hall as she chatters at him over her shoulder. Kylo has to take several long strides to bring himself up to pace with her, and experiences no small amount of indignation as a result. His knees hurt, like they've been pressed flush to stone for hours, for days, an immense weight on his back driving the distribution of pressure to the task of his kneecaps alone, but he gives only the slightest indication of discomfort as a manifestation rippling through the Force. It's nondescript and fleeting, and it's quickly overwhelmed by the bubble of dark amusement that swells and bursts at her inquiry, curling cool fingers through his perception of the Force, a tree comprised of seven roots, sturdy trunk, black bark, at the center. He doesn't laugh or even smile, just follows her lead with heavy steps as he talks above her head. )
There are eight of us, myself included. ( It's as simple of a beginning as any. There are eight of them now, but the ranks have thinned and thickened with the culling and strengthening of their number over time. When he assumed his position at the head of their faction, there were three, including himself: all leftover Jedi hopefuls from the ruins of his uncle's collection of potentials, Force-sensitive and scared and scared of him in the wake of what he had done, rallying to his cause in an effort to prove themselves but to also stay alive. That had been enough, then, their survival instincts and desire for self-preservation above all else carving out an adequate gully in the Dark Side. One had fallen under Kylo's hand at Snoke's behest, leaving only one connection within his ranks to the boy he had once been. A Mandalorian warrior named Ji, his second in command and one of the three remaining Knights with any degree of Force sensitivity. ) Two of the others are Force sensitive, though they haven't been trained, strictly speaking. ( Snoke had been adamant in taking on one apprentice and one apprentice only, and Kylo Ren had been it. ) The rest are formidable warriors with various areas of specialization. They have all been trained in lightsaber combat, similar to Stormtroopers. However, unlike Stormtroopers, their propensity for creativity and thirst for violence remains unchecked by the hierarchical standards of obedience that General Hux and Captain Phasma are so eager to promote.
( It's halfway through the debriefing that she's asked for that he realizes putting the Knights' abilities into verbal representation doesn't do them justice. Despite the splitting headache that's beginning to wreak havoc behind his eyes, Kylo reaches out and grabs her elbow before they're able to get too much further into whatever task she's going to throw herself into. He doesn't wait for her permission but shoves his way into her thoughts like jamming his foot between a door and its frame, shouldering it wide open and letting a flood of images and sensations pour from his memories into her thoughts with all the power of a hurricane.
Ji is nearly as tall as he is and just as fast, and they duel to first blood - hers - during a reconnaissance trip to Moraband. She is the only other Knight to carry a saber, and it pulses green - a relic from her time as one of Skywalker's hopefuls - before she extinguishes it and trades it for the heavy blaster strapped over her back, turns to line up a target in the sights and lands a hit with deadly accuracy, an advancing party's face blown to black, charred ashy muscle and bone under the steadiness of her hands. The mask that she wears is an aberration of Mandalorian design, a twisted representation of her homeworld better suited to the house that she now serves. More images and impressions follow: the taste of blood, human and otherwise, flooding their mouths and rusting the air; screaming, crying, the vague stench of burning flesh and acrid smoke totally unlike the concoction that chokes the galley on the Falcon; a pop of electricity, not unlike the charge of a Stormtrooper's riot baton, cracking the air like with a sharp pop; an advancing figure, a dilapidated, beat up helmet, concussion grenades and primitive looking blasters arranged over the breastplate that covers his chest; the swing of a wide, heavy broadsword, the steel cut of the edge wet with black blood, a slick hood throwing the slash of the mouth underneath into shadow, red eyes glowing dark from underneath as they search for and pin.
She'll recognize them all, their shapes and figures a familiar outline against a dark blue, nearly black, sky streaked with sheets of rain and forked with lightning. Kylo, of course, has no way of knowing that she's glimpsed any of them before in a vision, though the road map that he affords her now is not the same thing she had seen upon touching Luke Skywalker's lightsaber. This isn't a vision; it's a warning. He lets go of her arm, dropping it as if it's burned him and steps back toward the wall, sweating again. His voice is strained and his throat dry. )
Ask questions, if you have them.
no get that back out hoW DO YOU EVEN FIND THESE THINGS
A shake of her head tries to kill the connection, but she can remember stumbling to the ground, rain pounding down on them all, and a red lightsaber piercing through someone she couldn't recognize. From behind the fallen warrior, Kylo Ren advanced, footfalls splashing water up with each heavy thud of his boots. Behind him, a small army of dark-clothed warriors who look just as menacing, Ji among them. A sharp gasp draws her back to herself, eyes blinking wide, trying to make sense of what the inclusion of Kylo's Knights in her vision could have meant. That long ago, could the Force have felt this moment weaving itself into the universe's fabric? Was it a warning?
Frazzled by the emotional intensity of being brought back to that moment in the basement of Maz Kanata's castle, Rey takes a moment to collect herself, turning away from him and pushing off the wall to guide herself through the forward hold to the freight loading room and the number two hold after that, where the life support systems waited. She traced circuitry back to make sure that the heat hadn't fried anything there either, but she can't get her fingers to remain still on the panel. Quietly cursing them, she glances up at the ceiling, jaw clenched, and drops her hands, resolving herself to questions before she sets about testing for what needs repairs. ]
I've seen them before. [ Around the words, her breath comes out ragged and heavy. It was a dark knight, the rain still crashes down inside her head. She can remember Luke's metal hand reaching for Artoo. And she can remember the frozen forests of Starkiller Base. That, she knew now, was the Force showing her path to her. In the back of her mind, a voice echoes from that moment: these are your first steps. But she still hadn't figured out where those steps were leading her. ] The Force showed them to me. When we meet, it'll be raining. And dark.
[ Her eyes close, and this time, she deliberately tries to remember, but though her fingertips search her memories for the seam in the vision, something to tell her when it changed from the fiery oranges that cast on Artoo to the dark, heavy rain of the massacre that Kylo Ren and his Knights stood over, she can't find it. It's as if it were a blurry daydream.
Opening her eyes, they fix with a controlled accusation on Kylo. He was with them, in her vision; if it were an image of the future in any sense, it would mean he had betrayed them again. Even though every atom of her body resisted the possibility, her mind refused to divorce it entirely from her perception of what may have not yet come to pass. She couldn't ignore a warning of the Force. ]
Can we fight them as we are now?
i stared FOREVER at the vision scene. and used lots of name generators. IDK MAKING THIS UP AS I GO
Kylo flexes his hands and the leather of his gloves scratches over the untreated lightsaber burns and it grounds him somewhat, moving in tandem with the sharp sound of Rey's gasp. He doesn't move toward her but keeps his distance with the same long, lean look that had colored his expression when the Resistance had had him caged in the command shuttle. A predator hunted and defensive, ready to strike should the blow come. But Rey doesn't lash out at him, through the Force or otherwise, though she might technically have every reason to do so. Rather, she turns on her heel and enters the hold without saying a word to him, giving Kylo little choice other than to follow her, waiting for her to pepper him with questions that don't immediately manifest. What he is treated to is the trembling of her hands as she tries to peel back layers of the ship in order to continue chipping away at small problems with larger problems of their own. His own hands don't shake, but they do throb.
An inquiry hangs on his tongue, which she answers as if perceiving its existence before he can even give voice to it, although that answer only inspires further questions in its own right, similar to the way the accusation inherent in the gaze she levels at him inspires his own hackles to raise and his neck to prickle. Her mistrust only serves as a necessary reminder that while they might be on the same side for the moment, their status as allies is questionable and unnatural, and as such he takes a moment to consider whether or not he should answer in any true capacity but ultimately decides that if the day ever comes in which they don't mistrust one another at least a little, they will have larger issues to contend with. )
Prepared to practically scuttle ourselves on the Roche asteroids and barely keeping our eyes open? I'd say probably not, and that would be terribly optimistic of me. ( Kylo crosses the secondary hold from where he has remained by the entrance and crouches down next to her. It's hell on his knees, but he's able to work the panel off where she couldn't, wrenching it free with a sad, metallic whine. His voice is low and hesitant between them, as if reluctant to admit anything. ) Together, I think that we stand a chance against them. But I wouldn't expect them to attack as a unit. In groups of two at the most, maybe. My second-in-command is more likely to pursue on her own.
( As a general rule, Ji dislikes almost all of the other Knights, including Kylo on various occasions, and prefers to work on her own. His tone, however, gives no indication that her choice to operate solo will make her any less of a formidable opponent; on the contrary, she's the one that is likely to give them the most trouble. The inevitability of her tracking them down eventually does not interest him so much as Rey's admission to having glimpsed them standing as a united front, and even that does not interest him so much as the fact that she has seen anything at all. Wading through the Force in that way is a murky and confusing affair, and while he'd sensed her awakening to the Force itself, gotten a sense of her in some way through Snoke's guidance and his own connection to his ability to perceive the universe in ways that non-sensitives could not, it wasn't with the same detailed explanation that she's giving him now. )
The Force showed them to you? ( He tries to keep his voice level with patience, but it's never been his strong suit, and it rises somewhat in pitch and volume as he interrogates her. ) What did you see?
you are truly a hero to your people
[ She turns away from him, setting the panel aside and hunkering down at a better level to examine the wiring. One arm reaches fully into the belly of the ship, fumbling, and she draws a thin cord with a metal box attached out of it. A fuse of some kind, by the look of it, and a meter on one side. She rubs the back of one hand against her forehead while she reads it, but she seems ultimately relieved by the news it offers and stuffs it back in without clarifying. ]
I can't begin to guess the planet, the system, or even the day. It wasn't— [ Rational or concrete. It didn't make sense, didn't offer answers, only more questions and the stir of fear and responsibility. She'd fled from it then, but the Falcon hurtled towards it now.
Speaking of which— She pushed to her feet and moved for Kylo with tense purpose, but stepped around him at the last moment to slap her hand against the panel for the comm system. It crackled to life. Not as bad off, then, as she thought they might be from all that backfire in the wiring. It could just be the heating system, not translating to anything else. ] Chewie. We need to change course for Roche. I'll be up before we drop out of hyperspace to explain, but trust me. If we keep heading the way we are now, we won't make it to anywhere we can make repairs.
[ A yowl from the back of his throat answered her in understanding, echoing from the comm panel and further down the central spiralling corridor of the ship. She turns it off and glances back at Kylo. ]
Until someone comes up with a way to fly, sleep, and repair a ship, I don't see our circumstances improving anytime soon. So if you want to help, you can start by getting out of my way!
[ The frustration in her disparagement seems more pointed as his general presence than his specific position in space. Rey rounds harmlessly around him to grab a toolkit and set back to work at the heating control panel. She retrieves a pair of gloves from the bag, pulls them past her wrists with her teeth, and sets about working in the half-smoldering wound in the Falcon's interior. ]
more valuable skillsets for the real world
When she begins barking into the comm at Chewbacca - whose voice makes him feel uneasy in a hundred different ways and his flank pulse with remembered pain - before turning around to bark orders at him, Kylo decides that he's had enough. It's either orbit around her like a moon as he gets more and more frustrated with her and with his predicament until he or something on the ship explodes, or remove himself from the situation entirely and retreat somewhere far enough away from her that they won't affect one another's presence. There's little that he can offer as far as contribution to keeping the ship hurtling through hyperspace goes, as much as it pains his pride to admit it, and he is out of things to say to her that don't involve insulting her or goading her into an argument just for the sake of fighting with her.
So Rey brushes by him crankily and grabs her tools with probably more force than is required, and Kylo spends an appropriate amount of time trying to burn holes in her back with the weight of his scowl alone before resolving to not only do as she's requested but also make himself useful in other ways. )
Alert me when we're in Roche space.
( He says it on his way out the door, long, heavy strides carrying him out of the secondary hold before Rey has the chance to either argue with him - likely - or apologize - extremely unlikely. The layout of the ship is as familiar as the back of his hand at this point, after having the winding corridors refreshed over a collection of hours. Even so, it's a very short trip to the main hold, which is thankfully empty. It's also uncomfortably close to the cockpit, where he assumes the Wookie is, but there's little to be done about that. The ship is large but not so large that he's going to go the entire journey without literally running into walking carpet. Kylo assumes that Chewbacca is going out of his way to avoid him entirely, too, and he's just fine with that.
He ignores the low sofa curving around the Dejarik board and settles on the cold floor next to the control terminal, back against the wall, eyes on the door. If Rey is so intent to stretch herself thin despite his warnings about the Knights - logically, it's their only option, but annoyed as he is with her, he's not going to give her that much in the security of his own frustrated anger - then he's at least going to try and repair the fractured crack of his mind as best he can. And if he can't sleep, then meditation is the next best thing he can do, both for himself and for the other individuals currently aboard the ship. And for the ship itself, if his encounter with the heating unit is anything to go by.
The Millennium Falcon hums around Kylo as it continues hurtling through hyperspace, and he tries to focus on stripping away all the lacquer coating and coloring his anger, melting it away until he should be able to concentrate on the purest part of the emotion in itself, an exposed, pulsing vein of power. Should be.
He's terrible at meditation. )
um it's super valuable ok you can write baby naming books and win staring contests
So she doesn't seek out the calm center of peace in the back of her mind, doesn't reach for the island or Jakku, but focuses on the heat pouring off the wiring as she checks it where it courses throughout the ship. By the look of it, the worst is the link between the heating unit and the central control, with a few of the other connectors fried — or potentially functional themselves, were the control panel itself functional. She tries to temper her hope for an easy fix without giving up on it entirely.
There's not much in the way of wiring and spare connectors on the Falcon—every part it has is hanging on for dear life, rummaged from a waste bin at one point or another when it should have been retired, and some key bolts are even missing, deemed optional by its previous pilot. It takes long enough to diagnose the problem that she's entirely sure she wouldn't have much time to start replacing parts anyway before they neared Roche.
But there is something else she can work on fixing while she's absently tracing wires and tensing her jaw. Reaching out with her mind and the help of the Force, she breathes an air of calm into him, which fans out and blankets the fire of his restlessness soothingly. It's not a perfect technique, but she'll at least make the offer of it. Just because she can't put herself at ease doesn't mean he can't, if he's able. ]
omg an untapped goldmine awaits!!!!!
Meditation seldom feels like it has purpose, and he's halfway to resignation and cramming his shoulders into the bunk that had been assigned to him or on the bracket of the main hold's sofa in an attempt to take a nap - like a toddler - when a wave washes over him and quiets some of the storm that his mind is tangled up in. The headache that has surfaced shifts from needlepoint to wider stitches in the wake of it, and Kylo finds that the rumble of the ship around him is less extreme underneath the gentle lapping of these waves. There is nothing but the sound of the careful back and forth of the tide in this place. Even the vibration of the hyperdrive and the Falcon's response to its ignition falls away, and he floats, navigating nothing in a search to rest his mind.
This goes on for several minutes, although it could be hours in the crisp gray nothing of nowhere, until a single thought pierces his trance and shakes him out of the meditative state that he's slipped into. The glare of sunlight as it scorches the sand. A smell not unlike ozone and the earth, sweat and oil. The imagined lilt of her accent warped over the comm system in the Falcon, the buzz of her saber's ignition. Blood in mouth his again, dirty snow on his lips. The weight of her hand on his shoulder, in his own.
Rey.
His eyes crack open in the main hold, just in time to see Chewbacca step in, start to say something to him, and then think better of it before turning on his heel and backing out of the area. )
Stay out of my head. ( A lot of the anger has burned out of his tone. He's left sounding impatient and anti-social. ) Find some way to recharge your own batteries.
now you're thinking like a murrican
[ Her defense would be more feeble if he hadn't explicitly confessed himself poorly disposed to meditation not so long ago. In the edge of his perception, she picks up on Chewie, so by the time the wookiee reaches her, she's already looking up and expecting him.
He makes disgruntled sounds blaming the choice to bring Kylo aboard as she explains to him the damage, then rises to her feet, ready to help him bring them out of hyperspace. She towels the grease off her hands, though the cracking edges of her knuckles hold onto it persistently, softening them and giving them a weathered look at the same time.
She doesn't blame Chewie for his distaste, and patiently waits out his persistent complaints as they walk towards the cockpit: it makes sense. The wookiee, by his own account, had owed Han Solo a life debt. It must have felt so wrong for him to go on when Han was dead, and now to be forced to cohabitate with the murderer. It was a lot to ask, but she looked him in the eyes, soft and resolute, and asked it of him anyway. He reluctantly nodded his affirmation, then for her to enter the cockpit ahead of him. Rey did so smiling. ]
How are you feeling? We're about to switch to manual at the edge of Roche space. [ She doesn't tell him to cast a net for Knights or hints of the First Order through the Force, but the thought does occur to her that it would be a useful application of his skills were he feeling up to it. Unfortunately, he hasn't seen fit to share the extent of what the Supreme Leader did to him; she can only tell that it took a considerable toll. Beyond that, she refuses to push, and she knows he is unlikely to offer: still, somewhere buried under all that exhaustion, frustration, and keen focus, concern for him nags at the edges of her mind. After all, whatever consequences he suffered were inflicted for the sake of her goals, her plan, her request. ]
drinking my miller light and eating my corn dogs
He knows that he could actually stand and act like an actual human being in approaching the cockpit or at least stop attempting to avoid the Wookie, but both of those thoughts are about as appealing as coupling with a rancor, so Kylo neglects to entertain them for long. )
Fine. ( He answers her regardless of the internal, mild tantrum that he is projecting toward her, annoyed with her and with Chewbacca and with himself and with Snoke and anyone else whose name pops into his head. The thought of navigating through Roche and being one step closer to their destination tempers the flare of irritation, though, so he tries to focus on that in an effort to be more useful to her in the interest of not distracting her with his persisting foul mood so that she doesn't crash them into an asteroid. ) What's the estimated time remaining between Roche and Hapes?
( Kylo unfolds himself from the floor and stands, bones and muscles popping as he does. Deliberate steps carry him from the corner of the room he has holed up in over to the curved sofa, which is just as stiff and uncomfortable as he remembers it being from childhood. When he sits on it, it does little to buffer the trembling of the ship around him, and he listens and casts his senses out for the moment that Rey kills the hyperdrive and drops them into manual control. Moving this quickly, he can't be of as much use as he would like to be in feeling out First Order lackeys or Knights through the Force, and even though Rey hasn't indicated that searching for them is something he should be doing, Kylo gets the impression all the same. He can't fix the ship or stand to be in the cockpit long enough to attempt to fly it, but he can alert them if something is about to get the drop on them.
Even if he can't pinpoint a specific location or trace signature when they're crossing so much space in such a compressed amount of time, Kylo tries to listen to his own intuitions and tap into his own perceptions of the Force as they hurtle through hyperspace. The prevalence of a bad feeling is hard to rely on as a substantial intuition, though, as he hasn't stopped having a bad feeling about the state of things since he was five. )
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[ She gives him the honest answer first, though she isn't sure that it's at all likely to defang him to have ambiguity to chew over while she settles herself into the pilot's seat. As hard as she tries to cast a net of calm out through the tendrils of the Force that persist through this corner of the universe, she finds she cannot see as far forward as she'd like to, the black of interminable dread setting in without informing her if it is or isn't well-anchored in reality versus paranoia.
As reticent as she remains to use Jakku as her reference point, Rey finds herself doing it once again when she reaches back to recall that she had never had to deal with anyone so intractable as Kylo Ren when she was in her isolation there. In fact, dealing with people at all was mostly optional, aside from the utterly repulsive slime of a lifeform, Unkar Plutt, who all but ruled Niima Outpost with his relative wealth. She now knew that in the grand scheme of the galaxy, he was but a poor trader and a salvager himself, but on Jakku, he was tantamount to royalty, and still Kylo seemed often more entitled in his behavior by comparison.
She flexed her hands on the yoke and, with Chewie, dropped the ship out of hyperspace, welcoming the swath of black out the view screen as it replaced the streaking stars. The ship lurched, the metal paneling on the outside rattling while the bones that kept it from collapsing under the pressure of hyperspace sighed with age. The whole ship had been stripped down and reconstructed with spare parts at least twice over since Han first acquired her, but the skeleton was still original, and more than thirty years of service wore on it in ways that led the Dejarik board to flicker ominously. ]
It should only take an hour to navigate Roche and be on our way. Three more and we'll be touching down on Hapes. Best case scenario.
[ Rey knew not to anticipate best case scenario as true. Ever. In the time since she met BB-8, she could not truly count any events as best case, for even the more fortuitous outcomes were reached only after hitting rock bottom, often courtesy of Kylo.
Sure enough, though the ships were still too far out to be visible, scanners picked up on nearby vessels that were likely First Order ships approaching after dropping out of hyperspace some lightyears back, pursuing with haste only because the TIE fighters possessed superior speed capabilities beside a simple freighter. Rey cursed and pushed the wheezing engines to guide her more quickly towards the minefield of asteroids. ]
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Once they disengage the hyperdrive, Kylo can no longer blame the ship itself and its many structural problems for the surge of intuition that rises in him. It fuses with Rey's voice in his head and sits squarely on his shoulders, breathing dark breath and thinking heavy thoughts. He casts his senses out, beyond the skeleton of Han Solo's freighter and out across the cold vacuum of space. The galaxy is huge, but Kylo can feel the blips in the radar signifying First Order fighters like spreading his hand over a black cloth peppered with broken glass. He isn't dissatisfied, in a way, recognizing the achievement inherent in the goal that they had set out in hoping to draw the fleet away, but he can't deny the bitter tang of contempt and conflict that sours his tongue at the notion of being tailed by pilots who operate under First Order command. His command, in a roundabout sense.
Two days ago, he could have given the order for them to desist, could have given the order for them to fire, take prisoners, take no prisoners. Now he is a command on the other end of that order, a target to be sought out by the twin cannons that will hurtle after them as they break for the Roche asteroids. In the main hold, where no one can see, Kylo scrubs his hands through his hair and stands, reaching out in every direction in an attempt to get an estimate. He feels Rey on the other end of their connection, and speaks before she has a chance to tell him what's going on. )
How many follow? How far to Roche?
( If they can make it to Roche before First Order TIE fighters have a chance to track them and hone in on their exact location, then they have a better chance of escaping the area without engaging in any sort of dogfight. Rey has escaped from the updated models in the past, but with the advancement of a significant chunk of the fleet behind their pursuit, Kylo has little interest in drawing the confrontation out. This is precisely why he prefers fighting on the ground, with a saber, with the Force. Every scar earned and injury scored is an opportunity for growth, and despite its warbled construction, his lightsaber is still less likely to fall apart under his hands than the Falcon is. )
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Still, she doesn't offer him an answer immediately, in part due to spite but in part due to genuine distraction. The ship heaves to the side in a turn too quick and sharp for a freighter of the Falcon's size, navigating around a cluster of space rocks as they edge nearer to Roche. The edges of the system are a mostly harmless belt of debris and rock, making it a poor navigational route to begin with, but none of the airspace is so bad as the dense center, where even TIE fighters would find the fit tight—assuming Rey could keep them spaceworthy in that minefield in the Falcon.
Cargo slides with a sharp sound of grating metal in time with the turn. Only then does Rey answer him. ] You're not helping. [ The ship lurches upward very suddenly to pop over a small cluster of asteroids beat into powder by some of its neighboring rocks, giving everyone onboard the acute sensation of weightlessness for a moment, like a theme park ride. ] We're an hour from the primary colonized asteroids. I should be able to lose them long before that in here, but not if you insist on pestering me.
[ Green lasers collided with asteroids just above their starboard flank, and Rey banked to avoid the explosive debris, narrowly avoiding a necessary roll of the freighter. A wookiee yowl of challenge echoed through the metal hallways and the turrets whipped around to fix on the TIE fighters while Chewie began to hone in to pick them off. ]
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He is tossed backward a few steps in his pursuit as Rey throws the freighter into an upside-down dive, fingernails scrabbling against the paneling and catching himself by rocking backward on his heels and using the Force to keep him upright. His stomach rolls and then drops before settling again, and he uses the brief inertia of equilibrium and the innate ability to determine up from down to swing forward and barrel down the corridor to the cockpit with the stride of someone with a mind made up.
Regardless, he isn't prepared for the physical lurch that setting foot in the cockpit hits him with, bombarded with the back of the Wookie's head and the old seat that Han Solo once sat him in as he looked out over the lush green forestry of Yavin IV. It smells like sweat and field rations in the box that houses the pilot and co-pilot seats, as well as the two chairs that functionally serve as passenger seats. Kylo curls his fingers into the metal that separates the safety and seclusion of the corridor from the graveyard of the cockpit and then trades the sensation of metal scraping underneath his nails for the sensation of old leather and lumpy cushioning scraping underneath his nails as he steps inside, not saying a word, barely breathing, staring at the back of Chewbacca's head and trying to remain as invisible as possible.
It won't work, of course: he's a dark blot in the wake of their flurry of movement. Rather than be discovered out of the corner of Rey's eye or by the merit of Chewbacca's sense of smell - which Kylo is sure picked him up the moment he stepped out of the hold - he announces his presence in a fashion not atypical for him, plowing right in with heavy footfalls and an obnoxiously entitled demeanor. He does not say, you fly this thing like you're trying to kill everyone on board at the last minute and chooses instead to go with something a little more diplomatic, in the interest of retaining his arms, if the brief look that Chewbacca levels him with over one hairy shoulder is anything to go by. )
No sign of the Finalizer? ( It's a rhetorical question and aimed more at the co-pilot than at Rey, who he can recognize should be focused on not slamming them into the side of a rock as opposed to indulging his questions. Kylo tries to cast out in an attempt to find Hux's little cloud of red smog in order to answer his own question but draws a blank, which could be good or bad, depending on who it is that manages to tail them. ) The Star Destroyers may not have been able to follow immediately, but they'll arrive once the TIE fighters are able to relay the intel.
( It isn't a thinly veiled criticism, just a fact. He doesn't want to admit it, but hiding in Roche may not have been the worst idea anyone has had today. )
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For that reason, Rey passes no comment on the interaction, instead keeping her focus thrown rigidly ahead out the front window while she bites down on the inside of her lip and sheets of sweat pour down the sides of her face. The urgent grasping movements she makes to jerk the freighter through the narrow, hairpin-wide gaps of the asteroids to jostle the faster, more agile TIE fighters by mere warrant of their pilots being less skilled take the same toll on her that they take on the ship, and Han Solo’s ghost may as well have his hand settled on her shoulder for all the wild, unconscionable risks she takes in trying to shake them.
For Chewbacca, a wild flurry of fireworks emitting from the gunner position is a more familiar setting, and though Rey cautions him in a hush that laser canisters aren’t free, and he of all people should know that with how many he’s smuggled, the wookiee insists on laying suppressive fire like a blanket over the pursuing fighters. He takes one of them down, and it explodes into sparks against the side of a ferric asteroid; only then does he half-turn to Kylo and explain in a low, relenting grumble that they dropped out of hyperspace too close to the asteroid belt for the Star Destroyers to pursue. It was the kind of insanity that left no question why Chewie settled himself into the co-pilot seat beside Rey, the kind befitting his best friend, but that, Chewbacca left unsaid. ]
If you’re going to criticize my flight paths, the least you could do is leave until I’m not sitting right beside you. [ Rey spits it out of the corner of her mouth, too distracted by her efforts to keep them alive in this firefight to do anything but snap back at them. ] You’ll be grateful when none of us are dead.
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Her flying gets his blood pumping and his adrenaline up, as much as it makes his stomach flop over and his intestines crawl into his throat. He's pleased that Hux has not followed them as much as he is disappointed and disturbed at the fact. For as much as he would like a chance to wipe any vestiges of smug smiles and the arrogant weight in the general's gaze as it scans space beyond the viewport of the Finalizer's bridge as his pilots attempt to shoot them down from retreat, he can't deny that it's beneficial for the Resurgent-class destroyer to be lagging behind. Of course, it also opens up the possibility that Hux has not been discharged by Snoke's order to pursue as he pleases, which opens up another myriad of avenues of potential problems for them to encounter further down the road.
It also opens up the possibility that some of his Knights have already been dispatched following his capture and betrayal on Corellia, that they are spinning into a trap the harder Rey pushes them into Roche space, but that possibility does not sit well with him, knowing that neither he nor his Knights have time or inclination for aerial dogfights or other branches of First Order business unless their goals directly coincide. His capture, Rey's capture, they coincide with the Knights' ambitions well enough, but not enough to be part of the envoy that tails them now. More than that, none of the Knights would cram themselves into TIE fighters when better shuttles are available for their use.
By this estimation, Kylo allows his fingers to slacken somewhat where he curls them into the seat of the chair he tries not to get thrown out of. Rey sends the ship into a roll as Chewbacca barks at him out of the corner of his mouth, and Kylo tries not to look too taken aback at being addressed a second time by a creature he knows operates with the implicit understanding that Kylo Ren is a grain of sand who should be crushed under the weight of all that he has done and Chewbacca's grief and anger alone. Not for the first time and he knows not for the last, Kylo is reminded of the shot that tore straight through skin and muscle and burned a hole that oozed dark red blood into the snow.
It was a wide shot. )
Exactly none of us have to be dead in order for us to be grateful in the first place. ( His tone makes no guarantees, and he knows that he shouldn't bait her when she's sweating buckets over the controls. From this vantage point, Kylo can see the way her hair sticks to the back of her neck in wisps that coil like loaded springs. Perspiration soaks through the upper-middle of her tunic despite the chill of space, and he makes an active point to divert his attention out the front of the viewport and casts his senses out into the bleak maw of Roche space. Bigger asteroids begin blotting out the stars, the glowing yellow sun, Roche itself, obscured. A sharp pull tugs his attention to the starboard side, and he opens his mouth before he actively realizes what he's doing. ) One - no, two, coming up starboard.
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An unexpectedly large asteroid appears in front of them almost instantaneously as she hurdles over another, and Rey cuts into a starboard roll to avoid it. The two TIE fighters of which Kylo had warned them double back to regroup with another three, but one of them jags against the same asteroid Rey had narrowly avoided, and it occurs to her then that the asteroids themselves are presently their best weapon against pursuit.
She dives into the thick of them with that in mind.
The Falcon wheezes at its joints, too old for the way she zips in and out of the belt of space rock, but she knows it better than any other ship, and the yoke feels like an extension of her arm. She doesn't realize that she's stopped relying on the instrumentation in front of her until it starts to blare a proximity warning, red lighting up across the instrument panel. Dropping her gaze, she searches out the warnings and groans. Ahead of them, a cluster of asteroids drift in their pattern to a near-interlocking position, blocking their flight path, and the Falcon's systems screeched with the impossibility of it.
Diving into an area with smaller, more loosely packed asteroids would likely save the ship the irreparable damage of a collision, but it would allow the TIE fighters hot on their heels to overtake them. A voice echoed in the back of her mind—Luke, while he was training her on Yaga Minor, carrying her out by shuttle into the dark of the woodlands and telling her that the Force would guide her back, if she let it. Senses and tracking, none of it could compare to the tug of the Force, and she'd followed that very pull to Luke where he waited for her, leagues from the Resistance base.
Adjusting her grip on the yoke, Rey quietly steadies herself and hopes the same success can be granted to them by the Force now: she does not believe its will is to see them scattered on the side of an asteroid. So Rey keeps the course, barreling forward. ]
Hold on. [ She warns the others in the cockpit, pushes the yoke, and goes hard at the nearest asteroid, carrying with her the heavy winds of the Force and feeling them as they crash against the solid wall of asteroids. Time and distance tick down, hurtling them towards an impending collision until with seconds remaining, the Force feels its way through, and Rey swerves. She rolled the Falcon, top down, and pulled heard to find her way between the whisper of a passage between the asteroids, ferrous rock clanging against the starboard shields with a terrible internal grinding sound, but that sound puts up no contest against the flashbang of the TIE fighters that slam full-speed into the same asteroid that the Falcon hugged.
Only then does Rey breathe, settling back into her seat and tipping her head back. Quietly, red blips fade from the radar. Three at once, then another, and another. Reaching one hand out, she claps it over Chewie's furred paw, squeezing with all the relief of survival, then she lolls her head to the side and glances back at Kylo to ask, ] Can you feel any others? I don't know about you, but I'd like to get out of here.
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Never mind the circumstances, the details of their thrown together truce shaky at best when held up against the bright flame of his previous intentions.
Chewbacca, he knows from stories and legends that he was told as a child - inflated by the Wookie himself and then downplayed by Han Solo - holds his own in a dogfight, which leaves Kylo to pick up the slack where he can. It's not a responsibility that he's used to, and he's uncomfortable enough with the submissive position he is backed into to seriously doubt the validity of his decision to board the ship at all, but he knows inherently that this is childish posturing, a boy unused to not getting his way.
Still, he casts out with the Force in his own right, determined to avoid the scrape of TIE fighter cannon discharge damaging the ship and sending them careening into the asteroid belt in the way that Rey tricks and deceives the fighters into bright bursts of light against rocky surfaces. An interesting choice, to be certain, but there's no accounting for dividing lines when life or death is on the line in such a way, and philosophy has no place in these stars. At the ends of his outstretched fingers, Kylo can feel the massive structures orbiting the Roche star like shapes on a child's mobile, suspended in space, bustling with life on the larger rocks that rise up ahead of them like planets in their own right. Rey hurtles toward one, barks a command out of the corner of her mouth, accent rough and aggressive as she urges the Falcon down and down and down, rockface rising to meet them, swimming into claustrophobic sight through the viewport until -
She pulls up, sends them shivering through asteroids as if passing by them in hair's breadth as a jumble of TIE fighters fail to make the same maneuver and smash into the rock in a tangle of explosive gas and space junk. He's hit with a strange sensation of vertigo, but Kylo recognizes that the breath he holds has nothing to do with anticipation of their survival or adrenaline raised as a result of Rey's choice in avoidance tactics and everything to do with how much of himself he's pouring into determining whether or not they have been followed, by a Knight or TIE fighter. Or something worse. In a place where anyone else might expect to find panic or relief or stress given Rey's choice of piloting technique, Kylo finds the slightly rippled surface of a calm lake.
The Force. Her mastery of it here and now. Her confidence despite extreme odds. The echo of it through the connection that continues to shrink and expand between them. He exhales. )
No. ( Gloved hands push the hair back from his face where it has fallen forward with the stress of their movements. It sticks up slightly with static electricity. ) You're an insane person. ( There's little malice in his tone, as if he's simply stating a fact, but in the plainness of his response exists the truth behind his lie: he's quite impressed with her, the same way that he had been on Starkiller despite that impression being dwarfed by his consuming, bruising anger. He leans back into the chair, debating whether or not he should retreat back into the objective space found in the main hold. ) Get us the hell out of here before more of them show up.
( Somewhere in the afterlife, Han Solo is probably proud. Of someone, at last. )
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The arrow of his assessment strikes her, but shatters on impact, falling away without ever penetrating the wall of relief she builds around herself. She doesn't need to remind him that this insane person just saved his skin; she's too busy being grateful that she and Chewie had managed to save their own to properly lord it over Kylo Ren, and she doesn't want his gratitude. She just wants to collapse onto her bunk and curl into a ball and pretend the world outside doesn't exist for a few hours.
Twenty minutes bring them out of the maze of Roche's asteroid field, and Rey works with Chewie to set the hyperdrive for the central planet of the Hapes cluster before she ever rises from the seat in the cockpit. Chewie remains, though it's impossible to say if he does because he's firmly at home in the seat or simply because he doesn't want to turn around and engage Kylo.
Rey, in a study of contrasts, claps a hand on Kylo's shoulder as she moves past him, through the corridors of the ship and into the main hold. There, she begins to sift through cargo containers for vacuum-sealed food. It's not terrible—better than the portions she'd survived off of (which is a generous estimation of the word survived) on Jakku, and it keeps her busy in the hours that separate them from Hapes. ]
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He leaves, striding long and heavy and purposeful into the corridor, with one backward glance out the viewport and no word at all to Chewbacca, though he expects that the Wookiee will mind less than he would if Kylo had remained in his personal space. Rey is in the main hold - he can hear her banging around in that direction without having to search her out remotely - and seeing as she's the only one on board out of the three of them who isn't overly confused about his presence on the ship, he takes it upon himself to follow her in there. Physical proximity has no effect on the bone-deep exhaustion that he feels rolling off of her in waves - he'd be able to sense, note, and catalog it from any part of the ship at this point, it's staring him so proudly in the face through the link they have managed to cultivate - but seeing it etched plainly into the hollows underneath her eyes makes it that much more realized. )
What are you doing? ( Is a terrible way to strike up a conversation when it's plainly obvious what she's doing, but Kylo finds himself caring less and less about coming off as imposing when they're on more solid footing, now that he's getting used to her hanging around in his head and in his peripheral and, sometimes, in his direct line of sight. It's the latter of those options in play when he stalks across the main hold, boots clunking heavily against the floor, to snatch the rations from the tight clutch of her hand. ) You look like you're about to drop dead.
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Get off! [ She barks, teeth bared with the sharp demand like a cornered animal. Years suffered in the barren wasteland of Jakku made her defensive of meals, and it was impossible for one who'd spent so much formative time scrounging for food, on the brink of starvation, to really accept in her bones that she didn't have to worry about where her next meal wold come from. Realizing with some small shame the severity of her reaction, she schools calm into the tension of her jaw, though she still holds the chalky ration bar to her ribs with all the lingering possessiveness.
The wariness of her gaze is only exacerbated when she realizes what he'd said to her while he was taking it, escalating to suspicion in the way her eyes narrow. ] That's what I'm trying to fix.
[ It's not the first time she's gone so long without sleep; at least this time, she'd had food while she waited for Kylo to wake up in his makeshift cell. She could remember drifting in and out of consciousness for a lack of both while she was working on that ship she'd worked on with Devi and Strunk. Fleetingly, perhaps in demonstration of her exhaustion, she wondered where they were now—if they were safe and happy as they'd dreamed they'd be once they left Jakku, or if the First Order had simply scooped them up a few outposts down. ]
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Shoulders raise and tighten again, as if operating under a childish urge to simply defy her, but he doesn't lash out. Instead, Kylo crosses his arms, eyes skipping from the hostility that haunts her gaze to the desperate way in which she holds the ration bar close to her body. She's fed and lean but there's a hunger that still lingers around the corners of her mouth and eyes, in the hollows of her cheeks, drawn sharp by the drought of exhaustion. It's a spine forged and made steel by decades of hunger and loneliness, a world he has glimpsed in her mind before, cold desert starlight and sand in every crevice, in water and portion packs of stale bread. Kylo stares at her for a moment, brown eyes meeting hazel across the threshold, and something in him relaxes. )
You aren't going to fix it on dried out rations and letting your mind wander. You should actually sleep. ( Wandering is betrayal enough in its own right. Kylo can remember sitting upright and trying not to fall asleep while meditating by thinking in images to things that had already happened, memories and imagined realities and words that he would have said to his parents when they told him they were going off-world without him again, intricate ploys to rewrite the past. Skywalker always caught him looking and always reprimanded him for it, and he recognizes that slide into nostalgia - if it could be called that - in Rey's own head, two names standing out as if she's blared them from a loudspeaker. Devi and Strunk. He regards her curiously, leaning back against a bulkhead. ) Who are they?
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i know so much about dejarik now
scholar goals
/turns it into a thesis
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much more useful than my first class of the day that's for sure
filed under things i don't miss about school: useless classes
ugh it is the most useless class. love in world lit. you think it would be interesting. no.
oh my god my world lit class was the worst too it's a curse of bad professors
oh my god my professor is THE WORST i'm so glad it's not just me
it's totally a curse i had this white guy who would tell my poc classmates how racism felt
WOW DUDE WHAT. what is this guy doing teaching people
*~*~higher education*~*~
suddenly my teacher doesn't seem so terrible
some professors just need to stop
/ejects them into space
somewhere in this tag i changed tense and i'm too lazy to find them all this late. my gift 2 u
hahahah my gift to you was passing out so maybe we can be even
Haphazardly squeezes tags in at work
yes. good. i mean no. don't. stop. think of the children
They barely need me ok
well okay then i suppose it's alright
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do it rey put him in the closet pls
locks him in the millennium falcon bunks same diff
good job on your hoth comment, self. never reply to anything when you first wake up
LMAO I THOUGHT THAT WAS ON PURPOSE my b
YOUR RESPONSE WAS PERFECT /discreetly tags while in class la la la
Sameeeee
terrible people, the both of us
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/gets 100% distracted rewatching tfa again
Waits for the DVD like Fry's dog. So close. And so close to high res icons
ugh i want it so bad just for the iconnnnssss whyyyyy isn't it april 5th
2 more weeks so close
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reads about mandalore forever do do dooooo
Oops gives you homework. I should do that too probably because all I have rn is Boba Fett
hahah me too, basically. boba fett is the whole planet right? it's fine
it is in fact shaped like his helmet
hahahahah well now i'm just sad that's not true
anything can be true if you close your eyes and believe
i will just wizard of oz red shoes it into a reality
things i've learned about mandalore: everything is named variations of mandalore
they are a proud people full of proud mandalorian pride
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this is the worst tag i'm so sorry this weekend has been insanely busy and it's only saturday
NO WORRIES my life is a blur right now i'm so unreliable omg
MINE TOO it's fine it's fine. prayer circle for me and you. i hope you're surviving!!!!!
just barely./stares into the middle distance. why is the end of the semester so hard
i have never understood. i think making it to the end means things should be easier
finals week is finally here i can see the light
YOU ARE ALMOST THERE YOU CAN DO IT. also i apologize for short/crap tags i've been sick this week
i feel like the six days this tag took is enough of a "don't even worry about it"
and then i got pulled for jury duty this week so everything is a mess. I HOPE SCHOOL IS OVER
it is!!! also why can't civil service suit our schedules like "yes hello i'd like to volunteer"
HOORAY YOU MADE IT. you better sleep in until like noon every single day
8( two weeks of summer work + rey cosplay to make tho. BUT SOON. SO SOON.
summer work get outta here but that rey cosplay is gonna be amazing i am 100% sure. THEN SLEEP
SO MUCH SLEEP i conned a bunch of people into helping me with the cosplay so i have a prayer
ALL THE SLEEP hahahaha i am so proud of your conning abilities
it's been like 3 solid days of work + cosplay i'm actually dying. tomorrow too, then con
please don't die i will have to do some black magic to bring you back and i am just not prepared
omg i thought you were studying wtf
i was but i ran out of sacrificial lambs
i waS COUNTING ON YOU
WE WERE ALL ROOTING FOR YOU HOW DARE YOU
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ugh sorry for slow. i've been working 6 days so by thurs/fri i'm like x__x i see infinity
oh god that sounds horrible make it stop
but money is so nice
damn das true
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well a month later i'm the worst rper in the land
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