[Her stare burns where it falls, he feels it even without sparing a glance, attention fixed on the vast expanse ahead - the silhouettes of ships (massive behemoths, barely noticeable scouts and everything in between) that have already begun to take notice in addition to what few tail them now. He feels it.]
The Force will guide me.
[Where little else in the universe is a certainty to his mind, that, at least, he believes: from birth it was with him, came coiled with echoing whispers - the sound of Snoke's voice, drawing him ever closer to his destiny. It led him to her as well, though that is-- in his own eyes-- not necessarily a benefit. The Supreme Leader had but one apprentice, forged from the bond between the darkness and the light. That she, a scavenger, untrained and unshaped, could turn his own strength against him, there might be no limit to her potential. He would pale in her shadow. He would outlive his use.
Like a cut thread he wills the thought away. Focus. There is a more immediate situation at hand than the wreckage they left behind, and no path that would see him returned to it.
also he left his My Chemical Romance CD at home and what's even the point of brooding without a good soundtrack or a line of grandpa's ashes
The first wave-- a combination of her abrupt, aggressive maneuvering and his driven reflexes-- collapses easily. He fosters no joy for it (neither does she, if what the symbiotic link projects is clear) only the quick spark of adrenaline in his veins. That she then peels the ship around grants him the opportunity for a glancing blow: a wide hit, catching something along their adversaries' starboard side, electric and crackling but not fatal. The two that remain are quick to dip low, skirting beneath their shared eyeline and likely hoping to blind her ability to accurately track them. A practiced formation.
He could reach out, dip into their thoughts. It would leave him incapable of maintaining his current task as a gunner - it would mean he might be too slow to react should they need to divert their shields. The idea, should she leave herself open to it, is not one he fails to broadcast.]
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The Force will guide me.
[Where little else in the universe is a certainty to his mind, that, at least, he believes: from birth it was with him, came coiled with echoing whispers - the sound of Snoke's voice, drawing him ever closer to his destiny. It led him to her as well, though that is-- in his own eyes-- not necessarily a benefit. The Supreme Leader had but one apprentice, forged from the bond between the darkness and the light. That she, a scavenger, untrained and unshaped, could turn his own strength against him, there might be no limit to her potential. He would pale in her shadow. He would outlive his use.
Like a cut thread he wills the thought away. Focus. There is a more immediate situation at hand than the wreckage they left behind, and no path that would see him returned to it.
also he left his My Chemical Romance CD at home and what's even the point of brooding without a good soundtrack or a line of grandpa's ashesThe first wave-- a combination of her abrupt, aggressive maneuvering and his driven reflexes-- collapses easily. He fosters no joy for it (neither does she, if what the symbiotic link projects is clear) only the quick spark of adrenaline in his veins. That she then peels the ship around grants him the opportunity for a glancing blow: a wide hit, catching something along their adversaries' starboard side, electric and crackling but not fatal. The two that remain are quick to dip low, skirting beneath their shared eyeline and likely hoping to blind her ability to accurately track them. A practiced formation.
He could reach out, dip into their thoughts. It would leave him incapable of maintaining his current task as a gunner - it would mean he might be too slow to react should they need to divert their shields. The idea, should she leave herself open to it, is not one he fails to broadcast.]