fingers danced across the dash, flipping levers here and there to maximize the freighter’s LIMITED abilities. compact, rickety, insignificant; the right combination to slip by unnoticed. they aimed for stealth, necessary for the recon mission leia assigned them. the information (hopefully) gathered would provide a new strategy for the mangled resistance; dwindled numbers and wounded fighters did not boost moral, but HOPE did. they needed a new spark. and the flint? herself... along with a stranger, canderous ordo. someone whose name she heard passed about resistance members, but had never met nor seen until today.
at that thought, hazel eyes flickered to the man, watchful and skeptical. poe or finn, even bb-8, would have been a more preferable traveling companion, but alas, leia gave her no choice. circumstances required both the jedi trainee and the untrustworthy mercenary, for their skills together could better the odds. she understood, but that didn’t mean her irritation would subside. perhaps it was the scavenger in her that withheld trust, but it wasn’t unwarranted; trust can KILL. a frown tinged her lips, focus switching back to piloting for a distraction. they would find their contact, receive the information needed, and head back. no need for dawdling, no need for worry. simple.
her hand reached for a lever, pushing it forward to jump into light speed. the stars outside the viewport elongated, then vanished altogether, blue light flickering as they traveled. rey leaned back into the pilot’s seat with a sigh. now, to wait. and what else was there to do besides question the man sitting beside her? might as well get a feel for him, find out what made him TICK. her voice, purposefully light, broke the air only a second later.
❝ so. you’re canderous ordo? i’ve heard resistance pilots mention you a few times. ❞
