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I feel you! It’s like, I’m riding this train, but it’s nice to know beforehand whether it’s the express or the local and if it’s going somewhere nice or if it’s a return ticket or what. Like, do I need a passport? Should I bring a sandwich?
Ahhh I’m enjoying this metaphor too much.
Anyway. Long story short, I’m looking forward to writing Rey, and also to fixing the goddamn disaster I’ve made so far of StormPilot. They’re lovely boys, but Poe is a disaster and Finn is just figuring that out.
Luke Skywalker was really not what Rey had expected. That was the main lesson of all of this, so far. She’d learned many things, at his side these last few weeks– months?– but that was the main, overarching theme: Luke Skywalker was not really what anyone would expect.
“Well,” he said, hanging grimly onto the copilot controls for the Falcon, “I really thought that would work.”
“Seems not to have,” she said, doing her best to keep the thing on a reasonable heading.
“We may only have one choice left,” he said.
“Don’t be dramatic,” she said. “Just– whatever you do– don’t.” Besides Luke’s direct teachings, she’d had sudden access to a lot of educational materials, and she knew plenty about his family history now, thank you very much.
He gave her a startled look, and Chewie howled with laughter; Rey was getting better at interpreting Shriywook, with practice. Being able to use her new awareness to sort of lightly scan his intentions made it much easier, of course.
“Fine,” Luke said, with a glimmer of amusement, “I won’t be dramatic. Just, we should probably find somewhere to land.”
“Great,” Rey said. “Where are we?”
Near a jungle planet, as it happened. The first few times Rey had experienced vastly different ecosystems from the Jakku desert, they had been miracles to her– she’d stood for an hour in one planet’s beautiful, gentle soaking rain, the first time she’d had time to really see it, and had just marveled at it, at how different it was from the destructive force of rain in the desert, until R2 had come out beeping in disgruntlement and hauled her back inside to dry off– but at this point she was sort of inured to miracles. They all blended together.
“I know better than anyone to look for a solid place to land on a swamp planet,” Skywalker muttered, and made her keep flying for ages even as the stabilizer juddered looser and looser.
They finally set down on a plateau overlooking a jungle, and set up camp, and Rey dragged her tools out and she and Chewie went to work on the repairs.
I feel you! It’s like, I’m riding this train, but it’s nice to know beforehand whether it’s the express or the local and if it’s going somewhere nice or if it’s a return ticket or what. Like, do I need a passport? Should I bring a sandwich?
Ahhh I’m enjoying this metaphor too much.
Anyway. Long story short, I’m looking forward to writing Rey, and also to fixing the goddamn disaster I’ve made so far of StormPilot. They’re lovely boys, but Poe is a disaster and Finn is just figuring that out.
Luke Skywalker was really not what Rey had expected. That was the main lesson of all of this, so far. She’d learned many things, at his side these last few weeks– months?– but that was the main, overarching theme: Luke Skywalker was not really what anyone would expect.
“Well,” he said, hanging grimly onto the copilot controls for the Falcon, “I really thought that would work.”
“Seems not to have,” she said, doing her best to keep the thing on a reasonable heading.
“We may only have one choice left,” he said.
“Don’t be dramatic,” she said. “Just– whatever you do– don’t.” Besides Luke’s direct teachings, she’d had sudden access to a lot of educational materials, and she knew plenty about his family history now, thank you very much.
He gave her a startled look, and Chewie howled with laughter; Rey was getting better at interpreting Shriywook, with practice. Being able to use her new awareness to sort of lightly scan his intentions made it much easier, of course.
“Fine,” Luke said, with a glimmer of amusement, “I won’t be dramatic. Just, we should probably find somewhere to land.”
“Great,” Rey said. “Where are we?”
Near a jungle planet, as it happened. The first few times Rey had experienced vastly different ecosystems from the Jakku desert, they had been miracles to her– she’d stood for an hour in one planet’s beautiful, gentle soaking rain, the first time she’d had time to really see it, and had just marveled at it, at how different it was from the destructive force of rain in the desert, until R2 had come out beeping in disgruntlement and hauled her back inside to dry off– but at this point she was sort of inured to miracles. They all blended together.
“I know better than anyone to look for a solid place to land on a swamp planet,” Skywalker muttered, and made her keep flying for ages even as the stabilizer juddered looser and looser.
They finally set down on a plateau overlooking a jungle, and set up camp, and Rey dragged her tools out and she and Chewie went to work on the repairs.
