[ The distaste echoes around in his mind, sinks through and along his spine. Kylo Ren has never been one to hide his emotions well and here, it's nigh impossible. Hux suppresses the very real urge to press at his temples, to try and alleviate the headache that's been pounding, insistent, behind his eyes.
Though, there is a small note of surprise when the Force-user asks his question. A grudging respect, perhaps? Like that of pulling teeth. More switches are flipped as he thinks, polling through the possibilities. Nothing too risky, because that would ruin the mission entirely. They're here to save someone, not get all of them killed. With more urgency, he pulls at the steering, guiding them off the ground slowly and then quickly gaining air.
This ship, it's Bal, mostly for the fact that it looked the swiftest. Moreover, there's stealth in atmo at the very least– blending in afterwards would be the trick. Dodging sensors is quite another. What would he do if he were in charge of the Bal? Where wouldn't he be looking? Almost every eye would be focused on people leaving the atmosphere, but as he glances at the impending armada, this might be a trick to pull off. The last thing he'd expect is for someone to go shooting up through the middle; there's less reaction time than someone on flank.
Well, so much for too risky. Weren't they all dead anyway? No matter what? ]
We're coming up under their formation and cutting through. [ Any arguments? It's definitely crazy. ]
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Though, there is a small note of surprise when the Force-user asks his question. A grudging respect, perhaps? Like that of pulling teeth. More switches are flipped as he thinks, polling through the possibilities. Nothing too risky, because that would ruin the mission entirely. They're here to save someone, not get all of them killed. With more urgency, he pulls at the steering, guiding them off the ground slowly and then quickly gaining air.
This ship, it's Bal, mostly for the fact that it looked the swiftest. Moreover, there's stealth in atmo at the very least– blending in afterwards would be the trick. Dodging sensors is quite another. What would he do if he were in charge of the Bal? Where wouldn't he be looking? Almost every eye would be focused on people leaving the atmosphere, but as he glances at the impending armada, this might be a trick to pull off. The last thing he'd expect is for someone to go shooting up through the middle; there's less reaction time than someone on flank.
Well, so much for too risky. Weren't they all dead anyway? No matter what? ]
We're coming up under their formation and cutting through. [ Any arguments? It's definitely crazy. ]