[ A steady rush of emotions pours from him into her through a connection that, symbiote-directed though it may be, is seamlessly tinged with the Force. For an instant, Rey chokes on it, and then Kylo has the sense to buffer it out and control it again and it's gone, but not before a tear rolls out of her cheek in visceral reply to how the weight of the wave overwhelms her.
And there he sits, unflinching, and she feels all the more a fool for her response. Quickly, she takes one hand off the yoke to rub at the redness of her cheek and smear the single tear away into her hair, joining with stains of engine grease.
Her hand flies back to the yoke quickly, then pushes forward to begin flipping switches and whittling the fuel mixture down in quick response before Kylo even makes his suggestion. She knows what to do when flanked, be it through instinctive connection to the guiding light of the Force or experience. ]
We'll be sitting ducks like this if you don't get back here and man the turret. [ It'll shake the ships nearby and give them a chance to loop back towards the planet until they can pick up at lightspeed and skip past the fleet for a long journey over the scenic route back to base. All the better, for it would help them shake any reconnaissance ships that managed to follow them.
Her eyes flicked to the scanning equipment, waiting for the blips representing enemy ships to draw closer on the screen, one hand steady on the final switch to kill the engines. Fully powering down would tax the life support systems during their reboot in deep space, strain the engine, leave them adrift and altogether helpless, but it would offer them something they desperately needed: time. The mere fact of surprise would ensure that. She only hoped it would be enough time. ] Engines going out … Now.
[ Her palms thrusts down against the button and the cockpit lighting switches instantly from bright white to the dull, throbbing red of emergency conditions. A display on the instrument panel sprawling before them reminded her of the life support level sin various area of the ship. ]
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And there he sits, unflinching, and she feels all the more a fool for her response. Quickly, she takes one hand off the yoke to rub at the redness of her cheek and smear the single tear away into her hair, joining with stains of engine grease.
Her hand flies back to the yoke quickly, then pushes forward to begin flipping switches and whittling the fuel mixture down in quick response before Kylo even makes his suggestion. She knows what to do when flanked, be it through instinctive connection to the guiding light of the Force or experience. ]
We'll be sitting ducks like this if you don't get back here and man the turret. [ It'll shake the ships nearby and give them a chance to loop back towards the planet until they can pick up at lightspeed and skip past the fleet for a long journey over the scenic route back to base. All the better, for it would help them shake any reconnaissance ships that managed to follow them.
Her eyes flicked to the scanning equipment, waiting for the blips representing enemy ships to draw closer on the screen, one hand steady on the final switch to kill the engines. Fully powering down would tax the life support systems during their reboot in deep space, strain the engine, leave them adrift and altogether helpless, but it would offer them something they desperately needed: time. The mere fact of surprise would ensure that. She only hoped it would be enough time. ] Engines going out … Now.
[ Her palms thrusts down against the button and the cockpit lighting switches instantly from bright white to the dull, throbbing red of emergency conditions. A display on the instrument panel sprawling before them reminded her of the life support level sin various area of the ship. ]