Toma understood why he had been named captain at such a young age. Despite her nerves, despite the fact that she’d never been on a single mission like this with the Resistance, his easy demeanor was setting her at ease. There was something about his smile that made her anxiousness settle down into something manageable. She was even able to relax back into the chair a little.
She followed his gaze to the controls. Kriff, she hadn’t shot those since the last time that she’d seen her parents. The thought made her stomach sour, but by some miracle, she was managing to keep her expression composed. “I’ve done it before,” she said, shrugging her shoulders. She pressed her lips together, turning her head so he wouldn’t see just how hard she was pressing, the skin turning pale she was pressing so hard.
The last thing that she wanted was for him to think that she couldn’t handle – or didn’t want to handle – the turrets. So she gave herself a second before looking over to him and forcing herself to smile a little. “I won’t feel obligated to do it. I’m fine with it.” Her fingers tapped against her thigh as she thought over what to say next. “I grew up on ships like this. I know my way around them fairly well.”
Her stomach shifted as they made it out of the hangar. She wanted to lean forward, to watch in awe as the sun set, but she kept herself back, choosing to admire it from where she was. It was the same one that she’d seen from the ground countless times, but it was different from the sky. It was breathtaking.
Toma let out a soft mhmm at his words. She wasn’t entirely surprised that they were left to make it up. It wasn’t the kind of mission that required already set or extensive covers. She thought it over for a moment before nodding her head. “Weapons are easier to have as cargo. More important, though, is how well you can pass as a smuggler.” She let a small, teasing smile pass over her lips. “How well do you know smuggler’s cant?”
She cocked a brow at him, the smile growing wide at his request. She scooted forward in the seat, eyes glancing over the layout of the controls. It had been awhile, but she reached out, the muscle memory taking over as she ran through the sequence. She entered in the coordinates, typing them in and making sure that everything else was good to go before she pulled the lever. She felt the gentle pull as the stars started to streak for a moment before they were propelled forward. She didn’t mean to, but she glanced over to him, a smug grin on her lips. “Did I pass the test?”
Kylo Ren was a little disappointed with her. There was an anxiety that was swirling around her. There was a part of him – a large part of him – that wanted to snap at her, his voice sharp enough to make her knock it off. It was distracting him, wrapping around his mind and trying to entice him to be just as twitchy. That, however, was easy enough to ignore. His own nerves, however, were proving harder to ignore.
He’d always been obsessed with his grandfather, even before he had made the choice to go down the path he was currently on. There had been something there, something that he had identified with so strongly that he couldn’t shake the obsession. Vader had been strong and imposing, but more importantly, he had been loyal to his cause. He had been on the path to make the galaxy what it needed to be. The Supreme Leader had told Ren that he – Kylo Ren himself – could go beyond that.
“You need to relax.” The words came out without him really thinking. He’d felt that little prick of anger, and despite his fascination with her emotions, it was getting to be annoying. He reached out, skimming her emotions just enough to parse out what was most likely going through her mind. He could take what he wanted with ease, but he needed her to be pliant enough with him, and she struck him as the type to be annoyed with such things.
“I’m not going to betray you,” he said. Granted, he might, but she didn’t need to know that. He assumed that that was what was going through her mind. A combination of fear and anger was usually due to the unknown, to being unsure as to what was going to happen. It was common enough. Any of the other Knights would have just taken the knowledge that they wanted. It was easier, sure, but it was messier. It could be painful if they were of a particularly strong mind.
He looked over to meet her gaze, raising a brow at her as his jaw set. Maybe he should have gotten someone a little less intelligent. He admired her rage and her fire, sure, but there was something there. Something that made him think that if pushed to her limits, there was a chance that she would break rank. He wouldn’t necessarily say that she would betray him, but there was a chance that something would happen. He turned his gaze back to the viewport, watching as they sped towards whatever their inevitable fate was going to be.
She followed his gaze to the controls. Kriff, she hadn’t shot those since the last time that she’d seen her parents. The thought made her stomach sour, but by some miracle, she was managing to keep her expression composed. “I’ve done it before,” she said, shrugging her shoulders. She pressed her lips together, turning her head so he wouldn’t see just how hard she was pressing, the skin turning pale she was pressing so hard.
The last thing that she wanted was for him to think that she couldn’t handle – or didn’t want to handle – the turrets. So she gave herself a second before looking over to him and forcing herself to smile a little. “I won’t feel obligated to do it. I’m fine with it.” Her fingers tapped against her thigh as she thought over what to say next. “I grew up on ships like this. I know my way around them fairly well.”
Her stomach shifted as they made it out of the hangar. She wanted to lean forward, to watch in awe as the sun set, but she kept herself back, choosing to admire it from where she was. It was the same one that she’d seen from the ground countless times, but it was different from the sky. It was breathtaking.
Toma let out a soft mhmm at his words. She wasn’t entirely surprised that they were left to make it up. It wasn’t the kind of mission that required already set or extensive covers. She thought it over for a moment before nodding her head. “Weapons are easier to have as cargo. More important, though, is how well you can pass as a smuggler.” She let a small, teasing smile pass over her lips. “How well do you know smuggler’s cant?”
She cocked a brow at him, the smile growing wide at his request. She scooted forward in the seat, eyes glancing over the layout of the controls. It had been awhile, but she reached out, the muscle memory taking over as she ran through the sequence. She entered in the coordinates, typing them in and making sure that everything else was good to go before she pulled the lever. She felt the gentle pull as the stars started to streak for a moment before they were propelled forward. She didn’t mean to, but she glanced over to him, a smug grin on her lips. “Did I pass the test?”
Kylo Ren was a little disappointed with her. There was an anxiety that was swirling around her. There was a part of him – a large part of him – that wanted to snap at her, his voice sharp enough to make her knock it off. It was distracting him, wrapping around his mind and trying to entice him to be just as twitchy. That, however, was easy enough to ignore. His own nerves, however, were proving harder to ignore.
He’d always been obsessed with his grandfather, even before he had made the choice to go down the path he was currently on. There had been something there, something that he had identified with so strongly that he couldn’t shake the obsession. Vader had been strong and imposing, but more importantly, he had been loyal to his cause. He had been on the path to make the galaxy what it needed to be. The Supreme Leader had told Ren that he – Kylo Ren himself – could go beyond that.
“You need to relax.” The words came out without him really thinking. He’d felt that little prick of anger, and despite his fascination with her emotions, it was getting to be annoying. He reached out, skimming her emotions just enough to parse out what was most likely going through her mind. He could take what he wanted with ease, but he needed her to be pliant enough with him, and she struck him as the type to be annoyed with such things.
“I’m not going to betray you,” he said. Granted, he might, but she didn’t need to know that. He assumed that that was what was going through her mind. A combination of fear and anger was usually due to the unknown, to being unsure as to what was going to happen. It was common enough. Any of the other Knights would have just taken the knowledge that they wanted. It was easier, sure, but it was messier. It could be painful if they were of a particularly strong mind.
He looked over to meet her gaze, raising a brow at her as his jaw set. Maybe he should have gotten someone a little less intelligent. He admired her rage and her fire, sure, but there was something there. Something that made him think that if pushed to her limits, there was a chance that she would break rank. He wouldn’t necessarily say that she would betray him, but there was a chance that something would happen. He turned his gaze back to the viewport, watching as they sped towards whatever their inevitable fate was going to be.
March 12th, 2018 at 12:01pm