[With Starkiller Base little more than space dust and the First Order momentarily in shambles from the aftershock, the Resistance has a narrow window. It isn't much of one - everyone knows that, they must; it won't be long before they rally, before they retaliate - but hopefully its enough of an opportunity to do what's necessary. The map to Skywalker is complete; she knows what she has to do as much as everyone else seems to know she's exactly who has to do it--
--(How did she get to this point? How did she end up with Skywalker's saber at her side and the hope of the Resistance pinned beside it? does it matter? It's true now like lots of other things are true, no matter how wild and unbelievable. She tries not to think of Han Solo saying those words to her, but sometimes she does anyway. It's true. 'It's all true.')--
--But more significantly, everyone knows exactly what has to happen to get her to Skywalker and that's patching the countless holes and sheared off metal and busted pieces the Millennium Falcon had scraped by with while popping out of hyperspeed and all but crash landing on the surface of the base. It's work that needs to be finished as quickly as possible and it seems like every spare hand has been turned to the ship's repairs. Rey herself is elbow deep (literally) in one of the interior panels, stripping and rewiring fried components. It's simple, quick work, but rote in a way that helps her focus - helps her clear her mind. She isn't thinking about Skywalker or how to get to him. She isn't thinking about Finn unconscious, the scent of burned flesh and scorched leather. She isn't thinking about Kylo Ren or Han Solo or Jakku. All she's thinking about is where the end of wires fit.]
BB-8, pass me those wire cutters.
[The astromech droid's been rolling around near her for enough time now that she doesn't think twice to call after it - doesn't even look up when she does it. Besides, her hands are currently engaged with winding the wire around the conductor post.]
steals avali's rp space and laughs - 4 poe and bb-8 - also idk bear with this timeline fuckery
--(How did she get to this point? How did she end up with Skywalker's saber at her side and the hope of the Resistance pinned beside it? does it matter? It's true now like lots of other things are true, no matter how wild and unbelievable. She tries not to think of Han Solo saying those words to her, but sometimes she does anyway. It's true. 'It's all true.')--
--But more significantly, everyone knows exactly what has to happen to get her to Skywalker and that's patching the countless holes and sheared off metal and busted pieces the Millennium Falcon had scraped by with while popping out of hyperspeed and all but crash landing on the surface of the base. It's work that needs to be finished as quickly as possible and it seems like every spare hand has been turned to the ship's repairs. Rey herself is elbow deep (literally) in one of the interior panels, stripping and rewiring fried components. It's simple, quick work, but rote in a way that helps her focus - helps her clear her mind. She isn't thinking about Skywalker or how to get to him. She isn't thinking about Finn unconscious, the scent of burned flesh and scorched leather. She isn't thinking about Kylo Ren or Han Solo or Jakku. All she's thinking about is where the end of wires fit.]
BB-8, pass me those wire cutters.
[The astromech droid's been rolling around near her for enough time now that she doesn't think twice to call after it - doesn't even look up when she does it. Besides, her hands are currently engaged with winding the wire around the conductor post.]