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[A smile spreads on his face — what appears to be genuine flattery.]

Is that what you are afraid of?

[She is afraid that Ben Solo is going to turn her over to a bunch of soldiers that she could probably kill in ten seconds flat. Or perhaps he is giving her too much credit. Honestly ... she scares him.]

[ No.

She's afraid of him. But she can't very well say that. The long silence speaks to it, though, made worse by his smiling face. ]

I'm not afraid.

[ Better to lie and hope he's a poor sabacc player. It's probably the biggest lie she's ever told directly, though that's likely in no small part because she has made a habit of rarely speaking at all. She's afraid to be alone with him. Afraid that she'll disappoint Snoke, and be punished accordingly. She's been afraid since the day her parents sold her, and she hasn't stopped being afraid. ]

You are.

[Ben comments very gently, tilting his head with interest. What could she possibly be afraid of? He wants to press, wants to dig and find the sourcr — maybe exploit it, see if he can uncinch Snoke’s claws.

That feels like a pipe dream, but something about all of this tugs at him and makes him uncomfortable.]

Full disclosure here — I am not sure anyone in the Resostance standa a chance against you. So.

[ And that, perhaps the most terrifying thing of all: he sees her. It alights a humming current along her skin, makes it impossible for her to turn her gaze away from him. He probes at something inside of her that she had believed lost. Humanity, she thinks, though that might be a blind, foolish hope. ]

Is your ship on Ryloth?

[ She can hear her blood in her ears as she asks it. Racing. It drowns out the ambient sound of the troopers priming the engines. ]

And spaceworthy?

[She keeps surprising him in nee and interesting ways. This time, he hesitates for a moment — after all, he had just sort of admitted that she was one of the most powerful people in the galaxy — and now she wants to see his ship.]

...yes.

[The idea of putting a Dark Force user on the Millenium Falcon makes some piece of him sick to his stomach, but this was probably his only chance to try something crazy. And his only chance to stay out of Snoke’s immediate clutches.

The Stormtroopers definitely aren’t coming though.]

Why?

[ It would mean trusting him. That's the argument one part of her brain makes, while the other assures her that she could kill him if he tried anything, that she would spot the danger coming a mile away. She is exceptional. He is nothing.

The truth is that she'd made her decision before she'd asked.

A heavy moment later, she breaks his gaze to look into the bridge. ]

Lower the ramp. Return to the Finalizer. Instruct the General to wait for me to make contact. [ She glances at Ben and nods her head to indicate the ramp. ] Take me to it.

[Ben can't hide his surprise. His jaw even hangs a little for a moment, before he clears his throat and quickly clips it shut before she calls him on it.

He can't believe that worked. The smarmy, flirty bit almost never worked.]

--right. Yeah. Ok. But maybe you can...

[He stands and turns around to show her his back, wriggling his hands in the binders.]

Can't very well fly like this.

That won't be necessary. I can fly.

[ She points that out as though it were obvious. Then she turns around and starts down the ramp once it's bent far enough to allow for it, even before the bottom edge has settled on the ground. ]

[He goes blank and pauses while she exits, trying to process the words that just came out of her mouth. When they hit him, he feels his temper flare unexpectedly, and chases after her, nearly tripping in his haste.]

Hey--woah. No no. Uh uh. No way. Nobody flies the Falcon but me.

[He is weirdly defensive about this.]

Besides -- you're too short. You'll never reach the co-pilot controls.

It sounds like I'll need to gag you after all.

[ Truthfully, Kira doesn't want that. It's uncomfortable how much Kira doesn't want that, but it doesn't change the blunt frustration she gives off as she threatens it. Being the first person to view her as human also makes him the first person who isn't Snoke to dare insult her.

Honestly, too short to reach the co-pilot controls? ]

The Falcon? [ She frowns. ] The Millennium Falcon? You really do want me to die.

You asked me if my ship was here. That's her -- the Millennium Falcon. And I'm flying -- let me out.

[This was his father's ship. Even letting her on board was probably an insult to his memory. He can't let her pilot -- maybe she can co-pilot.

He stops walking the second after he hears the shuttle take off.]

[ She frowns, turning to him once she realizes he has stopped. He's stubborn. She'll give him that. More and more, she can't be quite sure if he's incredibly brave or incredibly stupid to act like that with her.

If the former, she's in trouble. If the latter, he might just kill her on accident.

But that feeling in her stomach tugs at her, tells her to find out which. Besides, he's the best shot she has at finding the Resistance. She doesn't want to have to drag him before Snoke — if she does, she'll be punished, just as he is tortured. It's in their mutual best interest that this work.

(She has a laundry list of justifications at this point. That should be a sign that she's making bad choices. Yeet.) ]

I have made every reasonable concession. But you are my prisoner. I'm not putting you in a pilot's chair.

You can co-pilot. She's mine.

[To be fair, it is probably a mixture of both. Bravery was relative -- he didn't have any lines, but...well, there wasn't much of Han Solo left in the galaxy. The Falcon was one of the last. And she's his, inherited as only he could.

He'd do a lot of crazy things to protect that ship. He puffs his chest some and straightens his spine.]

I fly. That's a perfectly reasonable concession.

[ Reasonable for anyone else, perhaps. But she isn't anyone else. Kira doesn't make concessions for anyone. He has already gotten to much from her. She studies him, her expression unflinching, but her eyes darting rapidly across his face with a mixture of nervousness and consideration. Refusing him puts her in an uncomfortable position. If he doesn't cooperate, she's not any better off than she had been when she'd first seen him on landing.

But trust does not come easily for her. There's something tense in the pulse of the tendons in her neck as she nods, curt and reluctant. ]

I'll release you when we arrive at your ship.

[There's an uncomfortable pause between them before he relents, some of his bravado deflating as he starts walking again. His own anger was exhausting and made him feel -- wrong. He'd never thought much about it, but it feels heavier when Kira is around.

He leads her through the city, dodging the main road whenever possible. If the wrong twi'lek saw them, they'd inform the Resistance, and that's not what he needs right now. He has a job to do.

Eventually, they reach the docking hanger. The Falcon is the biggest ship in there. and easy to spot as soon as they enter. He nods toward it.]

[ It was a piece of junk.

In fact, it was such a piece of junk that Rey felt sure that it had been a piece of junk by the time Ben was born. And he was old. Well, older than her, anyway. Her eyes narrow. They'd have arrived faster in a First Order vessel. They'd have arrived faster in any other ship than this one. But no, Ben had to fuss about what was subtle. ]

I've never cared for subtlety.

[ She points this out like it might be breaking news to him, then she holds out her hand and uses the force to break the fastenings on his binders. She leaves them behind in the hangar and heads closer to the Falcon.

She doesn't know the particulars of its specs. She'd always been interested in mechanic work, but Snoke had deemed it unnecessary. She was to be a warrior, an interrogator, a machine herself, well-oiled and focused on only the tasks that would serve the Supreme Leader's purposes. Things like this were frivolous. All her interests were. ]

And that's why I'm flying.

[Ben sighs with some relief and rubs at his wrists once she frees him. A piece of his mind notes that she did it with the Force. That could have been his neck, at any point.

Don't think about it.

He approaches and taps the hull to drop the gangplank. He does not wait for her to enter. The ship is certainly showing its age, but it is obvious that Ben takes very close care of her.

And he moves for the cockpit.]

[ She boards without any of the usual reservation of a guest. Climbing the gangplank, she takes it upon herself to close it behind her, and immediately sets about inspecting the ship, nosing around on her way back to the cockpit. Touching things. It's hard to tell if it's curiosity or entitlement. ]

You must not be a very good smuggler.

[ To still be flying this piece of junk goes unsaid, but heavily implied. She settles into the copilot's chair and looks over the controls, trying to get a sense for where everything is. She's a pilot, yes, but she's never flown a light freighter. Why would she need to? ]

You’ve heard of my ship. Can’t be that bad.

[Of course, he is deflecting. The Millennium Falcon was legendary for different reasons, none of which had anything to do wih his smuggling ability. He pats the console fondly, causing the golden dice hanging overhead to jingle.]

Besides, this ship made the Kessel Run in 12 parsecs.

I'd heard it was fourteen.

[ She had, at least, heard of it. Her gaze slides over towards him as she shifts the lever for the fuel mixture. ]

That legend's so old, I though the ship must be condemned by now. It belongs in a museum, not in space.

What? It was definitely twelve.

[He watches her mess with the Falcon, half way between reaching over her for the lever on his own. He ends of aborting the motion with a bit of a sour expression.]

She belongs right where she is -- with me.

[The thrusters slowly, loudly hum to life as the ship begins to lift off the ground and coast forward out of the docking bay.]

[ She spots that look out of the corner of her eye and frowns. He'd been the one to suggest they don't bring stormtroopers, and she'd already relented to allowing him his hands free. As far as Kira was concerned, he had no room for complaint.

That had never stopped Ben Solo, though. She just keeps forgetting to hold him to his own set of standards. ]

The motivator warning light's flashing. [ She points. ] You're going to get us blown up.

Calm down, everything is fine, we just have to--clear the atmosphere.

[He triggers the autopilot so he can stand and twist, prying a panel open to mess with some wires while they ascend. He probably should have done some repairs before letting Kira on -- now she was going to bark at every little light that blinked, even if it was a false flag.

As it turns out, he has obviously done this before. The cockpit is just a touch to small for him, but the way he contorts his spine indicates that this is not the first time the motivator has shouted at him.]

[ Oh.

That's cool.

She's watching him bend now.

Color rises in Kira's cheeks as she catches her eyes lingering on the band of pale skin that is exposed by his shirt riding up at the way he bows over the pilot chair, and she looks away from him quickly on that note. He doesn't need her in this chair, but she doesn't want to feel like she has failed or lost in some way by stepping out of the cockpit. ]

Tell me where we're going.

Where's the fun in that? You'll see when we get there. Won't be a long flight -- bit of a walk though.

[He has to force an old lever upward, but it gets the motivator to stop blinking, and Ben slowly slides back into his seat.]

'scuse me.

[And then he reaches passed her with one of his long, spindly arms to prime the compressor.]

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