[ Panic shudders out of her all at once as she watches him drop. There's no grace to it. He'd thought the whole way through. She unbuckles him from the pilot's chair carefully and hefts him over her shoulder. He's heavier than he looks. Thick instead of lanky, despite his height. She pushes through, muscles warning her that she's at her upwards limit dragging him around like this, and leaves him on his cot.
She snatches up the book from the floor on her way out and takes it back to the cockpit with her, where she reprograms the hyperdrive to bring them to the Umbara System. It will take a while to reach from here, she realizes, and she frowns as she looks at the nearby starmaps. The Ileenium System. Why would he bring them here? What was he thinking?
Brushing it off, she finishes prepping the flight path from the pilot's chair, then frowns over the instrument panel at the task before her. He's right. Her arms are much too short. She huffs out a breath and draws on that fear that runs like a violent current through her. When she reaches a step she can't do without a copilot, she uses the Force to supplement her reach.
It's not as dextrous as a person might be, not really. She slams the instrument panel a little too hard, pulls the level in a jerky fashion. But she gets it.
She doesn't know where in the Umbara System to go, granted, but it will be easier to interrogate him when they're in the right area. When white lines streak past the viewport, she gets up and returns to his bunk.
For a while she just watches him sleep, frowning and puzzling over the softness of his features and what they belied. He wasn't just a coward. He was a fool, believing he'd be able to outrun Snoke. The fear he'd shown mirrored that which she suppressed, though, and it was hard not to feel something twist in her chest for him.
Yes. Snoke might kill him, as much as she didn't want that.
Kira puts it aside, resolving herself to settle that matter later and instead reaching for his mind. She'd tried asking. She would have to search him, now, for the coordinates. The location of that base was in his head, and if he wouldn't give it to her, she'd just have to pull it out herself. She makes an effort to go more slowly, this time. To be less of a blunt instrument as she intrudes, which does not eliminate the pain, but perhaps lessens it. ]
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She snatches up the book from the floor on her way out and takes it back to the cockpit with her, where she reprograms the hyperdrive to bring them to the Umbara System. It will take a while to reach from here, she realizes, and she frowns as she looks at the nearby starmaps. The Ileenium System. Why would he bring them here? What was he thinking?
Brushing it off, she finishes prepping the flight path from the pilot's chair, then frowns over the instrument panel at the task before her. He's right. Her arms are much too short. She huffs out a breath and draws on that fear that runs like a violent current through her. When she reaches a step she can't do without a copilot, she uses the Force to supplement her reach.
It's not as dextrous as a person might be, not really. She slams the instrument panel a little too hard, pulls the level in a jerky fashion. But she gets it.
She doesn't know where in the Umbara System to go, granted, but it will be easier to interrogate him when they're in the right area. When white lines streak past the viewport, she gets up and returns to his bunk.
For a while she just watches him sleep, frowning and puzzling over the softness of his features and what they belied. He wasn't just a coward. He was a fool, believing he'd be able to outrun Snoke. The fear he'd shown mirrored that which she suppressed, though, and it was hard not to feel something twist in her chest for him.
Yes. Snoke might kill him, as much as she didn't want that.
Kira puts it aside, resolving herself to settle that matter later and instead reaching for his mind. She'd tried asking. She would have to search him, now, for the coordinates. The location of that base was in his head, and if he wouldn't give it to her, she'd just have to pull it out herself. She makes an effort to go more slowly, this time. To be less of a blunt instrument as she intrudes, which does not eliminate the pain, but perhaps lessens it. ]