take the heat on your way to the ground
shortly after the kyber crystal event with @joules-roscoe
they’re all agreed on the fact that they had to get as far away from the space station as fast as possible, this he does not try to question nor contradict. but the thing is, they’re quite an end away by now and the threat of being followed seems mostly gone. he doesn’t think there’s much more to be worried about where anyone trailing them is concerned. at this point the main issue is the ship’s sorry state and the fact that the new pilot they picked up as a straggler not too long ago is pushing her way past her limit.
he can quite literally feel the ship straining around him, threateningly close to falling apart if one more part of her is asked to do more than she is capable of at this point. it’s agonising; to feel her struggle so, and even worse is when he can basically feel the engines try to push beyond their capacity when the pilot demands it of her. this pilot who has absolutely no feel for the derelict, who has no idea what the lady can and can’t do for him. she’s amazing if you know when it’s okay to ask for more and when to give her a break, but when she’s treated like a cheap backalley hooker, she will deliver like one too; barely adequate.
so it’s probably to no one’s surprise that the next time he feels the engines push to reach past maximum capacity, he sets course for the flight deck. the sound of his steel-tipped shoes on the metal flooring is loud and menacing, but it’s nothing compared to the actual growl that is roiling in his throat as he slams the panel to open the door to the flight deck and stalks inside with clear intent.
“will you let her catch a break already!?” he roars at the tiny little human toothpick, putting a hand on the back rest of the boy’s seat and turning it around to face him. he doesn’t care that he’s basically ripping the man’s hands of the controls, nor that his voice sounds endlessly louder in the confined space of this small room. “she’s not a fucking war ship, she can’t handle this tempo you keep pushing her at. are you so scared of a few slimey hutts that you’re still running away even days after the facts?”