Log:Ties that Bind

SFC MIssion 06: "The TIEs that Bind"

OOC Date: 05/19/2018
Location: The Perlemian Trade Route
Participants: Ektor, Karas Darkwing, Jessika Pava, Nova Korell, David Ironside, Rey, The Resistance

The Perlemian Trade Route is the longest and most ancient bridge between the Core worlds and the Outer Rim, linking thousands of planets. Yet for all the myriad worlds and galactic wonders along its vastness, the great majority is simple, open space. It is in one stretch of such profound emptiness that a Sienar Corporation delivery ship carrying new TIEs toward the Core has lost its hyperdrive. Luckily for it, a half dozen TIE/fo escort fighters (Alpha 1-3 and Beta 1-3) are there to keep it safe. Unluckily, the Resistance knew where to find them.

The mission brief was clear: destroy the escorts, disable the transport, send a pilot to spacewalk into one of the empty new TIE/sf, and destroy everything to cover up the theft, afterward.

As the SFC craft jump in, their quarry shows up on targeting computers at a mere ten kilometers distant: a modified Xiytiar-class Transport, fitted along its narrow spine with external carrying racks, allowing the medium freighter to carry a full squadron of 12 TIE/sf craft, fresh off the Sienar production lines.

<<Gotta give Intel this: them spooks sure know how to set a table, yeah?>> Ektor comments, a smile audible in his voice. <<Got the mark and six TIEs on scopes.>> Green Two's engines flare to life as the old Y-wing shifts into an attack vector and builds to its full speed.

It's Nova Korell's first time in a fighter. Considering her lack of training, it's a good thing she isn't flying it! She's in the turret of Ektor's Y-Wing, running a quick check of the targeting system and traverse servos.

She glances down at the sensor screen scratch-rigged onto the turret console. <<If this is a table, it looks like a pretty light meal for us,>> she opines. <<Think they've got help waiting within jump distance? I know that's what I'd do.>> Granted, she's thinking assault, not commerce. This isn't exactly her professional focus.

<<Yeah, yeah. Gold Squadron, report in. Careful with your ordnance, Command's gonna be peeved if we return with only pieces of the TIE we're supposed to steal.>> David Ironside calls over the comms. Still adjusting to the special flightsuit he'd worn for the space-walk, David tugs on the helmet to fix it. At least it's already tuned to the targeting computer and all relevant radio systems. The engines on both sides of his cockpit burn blue, and his on-board display lights up. <<Scanners are picking up a freighter and half a dozen escort TIEs. Possible reinforcements on board, but that's just a gut feeling I have. Stay alert.>>

The bright lines of space vanish as a sleek N-1c exits hyperspace and transitions back into normal space. The void replaces everything in her cockpit view, and Jessika quickly glances down at her instrument panel. From behind her, there's a twirling of beeps.

• • Transport and fighters on radar**

"Thanks," Jessika mutters, knowing the R3 unit will hear the comment regardless of it's volume. In the tight confines of the starfighter's seat, Jessika adjusts her grip on the maneuverable handles and quickly adjusts position to swing into formation on Gold Leader's wing. Through the canopy, she can see Green Two's double-nacelled Y-Wing speed up as it adopts an attack pattern. She's not envious of the pair in the craft, and she's especially uneasy that she knows one of them to be a certain Private Korell. Their first meeting had not gone well, all things considered.

<<Targets identified. Gold Leader, I'm on your wing.>>

Blue Leader emerges from hyperspace, <<All Flight Leaders report in>> he says into his comm. Karas sensors are already tracking enemy bandits and enemy cargo ship. Once everyone reports in, the blue and white A-Wing streaks off towards their enemies. Keeping the Ties within range, <<Copy that Gold Leader. Green 2 when you get a chance try to Ionize that transport so we can get in.>> With that being said, Karas closes his eyes and gives a small prayer. Flying in the new A-Wing Karas shakes his head, "Better not have a second destroyed A-Wing to report, or Gren will kill me." he mumbles to himself.

Silver 4, Aethersprite Interceptor, pops out of hyperspace and instantly moves in a twirl of its wings, rolling over/spinning (because thats a good trick!). Housed in front of the interceptor's cockpit is R2-D2 and the little blue/silver/white droid releases a series of beeps and whistles over the pilot's comm system.

Rey, inside of the nimble fightercraft, levels the ship out after spinning and she listens to the comm traffic from the other Resistance fighters. "We're good. No, we're good, I swear it." Rey says to Artoo. "It was a hiccup in the engines. Look these things are a lot faster than the X-wing, cut me some slack." Artoo replies over the comms with a long nervous whistle.

<<Silver Four here. Ready to engage.>> Rey's voice chimes in on Resistance comm channels. Her eyes (shielded by the ornage of her flight helmet) look up to the ship's ahead of them, she takes a moment to breath in.... and release.... "Here we go." She says. Artoo beeps, because of course he does.

Ektor answers Nova off comms, over one shoulder, "Nah, if this was a convoy there might be more. But half a squadron for one medium freighter? That's already pretty heavy." Sniffing in idle amusement, he mutters, "And just for the record, new girl: if I start screaming over the comms that you betrayed me, play along, yeah?" A crooked grin colors his tone, as the <<Targets are in range. Opening up,>> as the old Y-wing dashes directly at the phalanx of TIEs that scream toward the Resistance fighters. "Nova, open up on the freighter, yeah? I got the fighters."

Ektor's optimism is strong as immediately the forward shields take a solid hit from the oncoming First Order fighter, despite an irregular juke he works into to approach. In return, however, Green 2 spits a proton torpedo that detonates just short of the TIE, collapsing its shields and blasting the solar panels and central eyeball.

The certain Private Korell smiles faintly. "Consider me an actress, pirate," she replies. "Hammy or serious? And on the freighter now."

And then the orders come in. <<Copy, Blue Leader,>> Nova replies to Karas, already swinging the turret towards the largest ship here. She's controlling the ion cannons, after all. Turning to target the transport, she opens fire, trying for a raking pass on the ship's broad side.

'Trying' seems to be the key word. She can't quite bring the weapons to bear. She does manage to tighten the shots up and send a few sizzling just above it, but doesn't score a solid hit. "Sorry... I'm not used to anything moving this fast!"

<<We're on Alpha squadron, intercepting now.>> Dave announces over comms, blasting away as he accelerates the fighter to attack speed. Some fancy maneuvers follow to dodge the incoming fire, though it seems the opposing fighters aren't being piloted by the latest batch of FO Academy graduates, none of Dave's emerald bolts finding a target either.

Jessika feeds her N-1c more speed and is pressed back against the seat from the acceleration. She doesn't have very far too go, though, because her harness is fastened tight, which means she's already tight in the seat. Green Two announces he's engaging and Jessika watches the darkness of space illuminate in bright flashes of starfighter fire both streaking towards the TIEs and coming screaming at them. Hoping the nimble fighter and her speed will give her an advantage, she's already adjusting the controls and depressing foot pedals to dip her craft out of the way of the oncoming barrage. It turns vertical from its horizontal position and streaks between fire while her crosshairs sight up on one of the TIE/fo's screaming towards them. A depression of both triggers barks fire from the nose of her fighter, and while the second goes wide, the first crackles against the fighter's shielding.

<<This is Gold Two, intercepting. Target hit.>>

Seeing everyone taking to their orders, <<Going after Bravo Squadron.>> he calls and the A-Wings engine nacelles brighten as power is fed into them. Karas hands tighten on the controls and his fighter takes off, swinging wide taking him out further and coming around to their Portside. He was tired of these head to head engagements, it's time to change tactics. As he does he lines up his first shot on the lead Eyeball, his maneuvers are noticed and one of the TIEs manages to wing him, but the Lead Eyeball evades his first flurry of shots, but it looks like the first shot was a faint and the second hits hard, blowing through shields and heavily damaging the Eyeball.

Since Rey wasn't piloting a ship with any capabilities to disable other targets, she knew that she was purely on the offensive... unless protecting allies counted as defensive... thats neither here nor there though!

Silver 4 rockets toward the battle with its little side wings folding out and the lasers mounted on them coming online. Artoo picks a target and Rey centers her gaze upon it. Beta 3.

The Aethersprite fighter... once known as the 'Jedi Starfighter' during the Clone Wars, has received a number of upgrades, to speed, shielding and hull... as well as weapons and now those weapons are coming to life!

Rey's fighter lights up with firepower from either cannons mounted on the wings! The pilot grits her teeth and squeezes the flight yoke's blaster trigger! Artoo whistles loudly from his position in front of her cockpit canopy! Her blaster fire lands solidly against Beta's shields!

Green 2 is by far the most sluggish craft in the skirmish, and though Ektor coaxes all he can put of the Y-wing, he can't match the nimbleness of even a wounded TIE. Gritting his teeth, he mutters to Nova, "Hang on, gonna need to eat some bolts to get a bead on this guy.." Sure enough, as the TIE rakes over them, and Ektor reverses thrusters, their shields collapse and lances of green energy rock the armored cockpit. But in return, the enemy screams past, and Ektor's volley of laser cannons finish off the heavily damaged fighter. <<One down,>> he reports, plainly.

Meanwhile, it's hyperdrive offline, the delivery freighter flares its engines to life and begins the glacial effort to flee at its minuscule impulse engine speed.

"Do what you have to," is Nova's terse reply as she continues to track the transport through Ektor's maneuvers. Blue fire lances out from the cannons, but she still can't quite connect with the transport, even if some of her fire splashes against its shields. "What is /wrong/ with me? It's this huge, floating /thing/..!" she exclaims, watching her own shooting in disbelief.

The squadrons pass by eachother like that one iconic shot from ROTJ at the battle of Endor, but this time it's N-1s instead of X-Wings. Dave pulls back on the stick, doing a graceful loop in the sleek fighter, coming up behind the TIEs he just zipped past. A squeeze of the trigger sends several closely packed blaster bolts flying into one of the TIEs engines, the shield flaring up to absorb the damage. As the N-1 catches up, a single round of blaster fire from the TIEs strikes Dave's craft on the tip of its elongated tail. The damage report that immediately flares up on the display reports no damage and no shields being affected. "Huh." is all David can say to that as he moves the

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 Keeping the same fighter in her sights, Jessika quickly weaves and dips into position behind it and maintains a juking pattern that keeps her fighter from sitting still while trying to line up a shot of her own. There's a flash of red reflected off the canopy as enemy fire goes zipping by, but not even a whisper from her own fighter beyond the whine of its engines. Focusing on the fighter in front of her, Jessika dips to port and resists simply pulling the triggers to fire. She watches. Waits. The flashing of the targeting reticle on her instrument panel encourages her to simply squeeze, not yank, and bright bolts of fire spit from the nose of her fighter. The first burns a hole in the enemy craft's shields and melts part of its wing panel.

The next smashes solidly through the cockpit, obliterating the enemy fighter in a bright, silent flash of light. She veers off immediately and dives towards Gold Leader, spying the enemy fighter on his tail.

<<Watch it Gold Leader, you've got one after you. I'm on him.>>

Having scored a damn good hit, he sees that he's angered the TIE's of Beta Squadron. The A-Wing of Blue Leader weaves in and out of the incoming laser fire from the enemy TIEs. Seeing Beta Leader bank and dive, Karas feeds more power into the engines, causing the speed of the A-Wing to increase. The HUD for his targeting system goes green once the target is locked, he fires the laser cannons, red angry energy darts rapidly strike the TIE causing more damage to the Leader of Beta Squadron. Though now Karas has two TIEs behind him seeing as he manured into their formation.

Beta 3 zips around and angles right for Silver 4! Its a head to head battle now, ya'll! Rey versus the nameless First Order pilot.... green laser fire to her orange. The two craft start rattling off shots and Artoo starts screaming all nervously as the green laser fire pelts the shields of Silver 4, causing them to buckle and fall. The droid knows all to well that it has a lot of work ahead of it if he can't get those shields back up!

Rey, however, cuts engine throttle to half and pulls back hard on the flight yoke sending the nimble nimble fighter back behind the TIE. She then jams the throttle forward and squeezes the trigger on her own weapons. One laser, two laser, they both land against Beta 3's hull, causing a melt down of integrity that sends the fighter into a chaotic roll that leads to it exploding in a clowd of super heated gass and debris!

<<That got him!>> Rey proclaims over comms. Artoo affirms with a nervously long beeeeeeeEEEeep.

<<Green Two, I'm gonna cripple the mark, will be back in the fight real soon, yeah?>> Over his shoulder, he drawls, "I'm making a straight run on the freighter from behind; lemme lead with cannons to eat up his shields, then you follow up with the ion hammer, yeah?"  His commentary is delayed as- through the carbon scored cockpit viewport he sees a series of flashes as Jess unleashes that deadly volley. "Ohhhhh, wowkay. Right, the freighter. Let's do this, yeah?"

Abruptly, a fair fight had swung decisively against the First Order, as half their strength is annihilated within moments. Suddenly freed of pursuit, Green 2 slows its approach, erupting with streams of red and blue energy. The laser cannons swiftly hammer through the shields, precisely detonating the craft's four shield generators in mere moments, and sending several engines flickering into darkness. The path is clear for the ion barrage.

"Sounds good. Anything might help!" Nova finally gets the sights on the transport, lancing it with blue ion fire. She manages to land several shots before an unexpected jink on the Y-Wing's part sends her aim wide again. "It's a start, right..?" Yeah, she doesn't believe it, either. If they don't get this thing disabled soon, all this might just be for nothing.

<<Roger that, Green 2. Get this TIE off me, Gold 2!>> Dave calls as he speeds his fighter on evasive maneuvers, trying in vain to shake the pursuing Eyeball. "He's a persistent one, isn't he Ones?" David softly asks of his astromech companion. The message in Aurebesh on his dashboard display seems to agree, and also scold Dave for not being able to shake the TIE. "Come on now, I'm doing what I can! It's not like I have a weapon in the tail.. I should really talk to Sabella about that, though. Might be a fun addition now that we're not using the tail for recharging. Make a note, because I'll definitely forget." David flips open the comms. <<How are we doing on the freighter, Green 2? I'm itching for a space walk over here.>>

Diving straight down for any amount of time allows the pursuant TIE/fo she's been avoiding to line up a shot. The blaster fire stitches across her shields, but they hold, and Jessika banks up sharply to break the targeting line of sight. Shifting behind the target after Gold Leader, Jessika's fighter spins and adjusts.

<<Keep your pants on, Gold Leader.>> Her comment is dry and exasperated over the comms, but also a little out of breath thanks to the forces exerted on her by the inertial movement of her fighter. A squeeze of the triggers sends fire spitting again. The first shot misses as the enemy zips and zags, but the second smashes through the bubble of its shields and leaves scoring all across the hull near its engine from the solid hit. Jessika thinks she can see sparking flickering from it.

<<Almost got him, Gold Leader. Stay frosty.>>

Beta lead is trailing fire and smoke and having enough of this dance, Blue Leader isn't doing anything fancy and he fires again destroying the TIE. <<Beta Wing is eliminated, coming to assist you Gold Squadron.>> Karas calls into his comm. He opens up a comm to Silver 4. <<Thanks for the assist, let's help Gold Squadron.>> he calls to Silver 4. With that, he moves to intercept the remaining fighters of Alpha Squadron, <<Hows it going Green Squadron?>> he asks.

Rey blasts through the debris of the Beta 3 that she destroyed and then pull shard on the flight yoke of her Jedi Starfighter+.

The nimble craft whips around and comes into a wobbly flight pattern toward Pava's N-1. Seeing the TIE fighter engaging it, Rey adjusts a few settings on her control board and then sends her starfighter into a corkscrewing motion that leads to her lasers opening up on the TIE Fighter!

<<You're covered!>> Rey shouts over the comms to Jessika Pava, moments after the TIE Fighter is ripped to metalic shreds that spin wildly out of control.

Silver 4 comes around then and lines up on the wing of Karas' fighter, she looks over at him out of the bubble canopy of her ship and her left hand comes up to give him a thumbs up. Artoo Deetoo gives an affirmative whistle over the comms as well.

<<You know, calling us a squadron seems a bit much, yeah? It's just me and the new girl,>> Ektor drawls, dryly, firing the nacelles back up too full power, and accelerating back around with a soothing whisper of ion engines. <<The mark is dead in the water, new girl is finishing it off- coming around. Once Gold Leader is clear for spacewalk, we can get chopping, yeah? Hey Dave: hold still a second...>> he flips fire control back to torpedoes and looses one more ball of blue proton death at the surviving TIE that duels with David. Their dance is rather cruelly interrupted as the torpedo slams into one solar panel, consuming the First Order craft.

It seems Nova is finally getting the hang of this: The blue fire searing its way between the Y-Wing and the fighter is steadier now. Lightning plays across the ship's hull for several seconds, and it goes into an uncontrolled drift in mid-turn. <<Woo! Got it!>> she crows, ecstatic. <<You up for taking a stroll, Gold Leader? You've got a place to go now!>>

"Right, Ones. Here's how it's gonna go." Dave tells his astromech as he's calculating a hyperspace jump. "I'm gonna hop out for a moment, hope the life support on this suit isn't a joke, and when I'm safe inside that TIE over there on the drifting freighter.. you see them hanging under it? When I'm in there I want you to hit the hyperdrive and head back to base immediately, got it?" The droid beeps, and the fighter gets close to the freighter. <<Here goes nothing, team.>> Dave says with a small smile. The cockpit decompresses with the touch of a button, sliding forward to expose the pilot to the vacuum of space. <<So far, so good. Unbuckling now.>> Climbing out of the cockpit, David holds on to the fighter. <<Ones, give me a boost over there?>> Sitting on the chrome nose of the fighter, the N-1 accelerates just enough to comfortably propel David in the direction of the freighter.

Once there, he grabs hold of the hull, able to move around quickly in zero-g. <<Doesn't matter which one, right? Any one will do?>> David asks as he makes his way over to the nearest TIE, one hand at a time.

<<Thanks.>> Jessika calls over the comm, and before she can even begin to finish off the fighter that's on Gold Leader's tail, it erupts in bright bloom because a torpedo smashes dead on with it, reducing it to nothing but molecules and superheated parts spiraling off into the darkness of space.

• • All targets eliminated.** A happy trilling reports behind her, and a quick glance at the aurabesh scrolling across the screen sees Jessika nodding. "Thanks, Sparky. Begin scanning and watch out for any additional targets. We don't want to get caught unaware while we do the hardest part of this whole thing."

A twist of her controls rolls her fighter into a more languid swoop that has her rounding out around towards the ship carrying the cargo they're after. <<You sure you wanna make that space walk, Gold Leader? Looks kinda cold outside. I could do it for you, y'know. Show you how to fly while I'm at it.>> There's humor in her voice and it translates even though it's disembodied and no one can see the subtle smile on her face.

Listening to the comm chatter and slowing a bit to see whats going on with David, "Silver 4 and I will fly cover, Gold 2 watch your flight Lead.>> he says as he rolls his fighter away and begin scanning the area, also he engages the jammers to keep any transmissions from going out from the F/O transport.

Silver 4 remains close to that of Karas' A-wing, the pilot inside it cuts the throttle down to match speeds and she starts to sweep her eyes from left to right until she spies the form of David moving through the vacuum of space. "Be careful..." Rey mutters. Artoo speaks up to her about how he can tell that David is prepared for this trek through the darkness and taht he's completely safe.

"Thank you, Artoo. But I was speaking more to..." She cuts herself off. "Nevermind." And the droid just quietly whistles something about the girl being silly and crazy all in the same binary statement.

<<Yeah, anything with juice to fly will do just fine, Gold Leader,>> Ektor answers lightly over the comms. <<Then, once your new ride is away, we blow up everything into bits too tiny to be counted, and hope the Renegade flight controller knows not to shoot at ya, Gold Leader.>>

<<Good luck, Gold Leader,>> Nova says, watching the man step out of a perfectly good starfighter to head over to the now-powerless ship. She's still tracking the freighter with her ion cannons. <<You're covered.>>

Finally reaching a TIE Fighter, Dave places one hand on the TIE itself, and another finds a switch on the freighter. Pulling the lever releases the latch holding the TIE in place, and Dave immediately lets go. "What I wouldn't give for the ability to stabilize this eyeball with the Force.." Dave mutters to the vast expanse of space. Finding the external control panel, David opens the top hatch and crawls into the TIE. The pilot straps himself in, noting the empty gunner seat behind him. As the systems activate, David immediately switches to the Resistance channels. <<Gold Leader here, let's get out while they're still incapacitated. Ones, hit the hyperdrive.>> comes the order to his astromech, the sleek yellow fighter turning immediately to an exit route.

"You watch YOUR leader," Jessika mutters to herself as Blue Two comes over the comms to remind her of what her role is. As if she didn't know. She's adopted a patrol pattern that encompasses both the dormant N-1c being controlled by Ones and the freighter that her squadron leader is currently making his way through so they can get their hands on their target objective. She flicks her gaze down to the panel to double check that they're still in the quiet and the clear, then adjusts as Gold Leader affirms he's in the TIE and they're ready for departure. She's already had the time to get her own navigational computer ready, but she's waiting for Dave and his new ride to emerge and get ready before leaving herself.

Karas grins as he sees Rey as she is flying his wing, he smirks a bit, <<Nice ride.>> he says as he looks back ahead. The A-Wings jamming is active so that enemy can't call for help. He didn't mind doing this, but as he hears the comm chatter, turning and looking to see that they now have a TIE S/F, <<Hows it fly?>> he calls.

Rey was terribly uncomfortable inside of this starfighter. It was a design from the Clone Wars that had been brought back to life by a shipyard that breathed new life into its... everything. The controls were modern, the interface modern, the way that R2-D2 interacts with it................ modern! She looks up then at Kara's fighter to the front starboard side of her own. <<Oh, this ship is remarkable. Trust me, I'm outclassed in it. I was hoping it was more lowkey than the other... but I have my doubts about that now.>>

And then Rey's ornage-visor-covered eyes go to the TIE Fighter that David had vanished inside of. <<Those are strange looking ships, I hope they fly better than they appear.>> She speaks over the open comm channels when she feels there's a moment...

And finally Rey's eyes go over to where she sees Jessika's fighter, hoping that the pilot inside that craft had a healed cheek that wasn't freaking her out as to how it had been healed!

Don't forget the fireworks show to make sure nobody knows our new toy is gone, yeah?>> Ektor reminds the flight, cheerfully. "I really do love blowing drek up," he admits aloud to his gunner, idly waiting until the new Gold Leader gains enough distance from the freighter to allow for a safe demolition of everything else.

<<They do,>> Nova says, speaking to Rey. <<Fire support from those ships is... devastating. They can hit a ground target coming and going.>> She watches the operation, smiling a little as Ektor speaks again. "Normally I don't... but in this case, I'll definitely make an exception."

<<Demo's all yours, Green 2. Seems all the ordnance goes to a gunner seat in this cozy little thing.>> David replies from his new perspective as a TIE pilot. He pushes the throttle forward, the signature engine scream intensifying as Dave gets pushed back into his seat. <<Silver 4, it's a trip. You should give it a try sometime, when we're back at base. I'll fly with you, -someone's- gotta try the gunner seat, right?>> Soon enough, the TIE's far enough from the freighter it used to be attached to for the others to blow the whole thing to bits. <<Fire when you're ready, I'm calculating the jump.>>

Blow the ship, up, right. She forgot about that. Straightening her N-1c out so she's heading towards her escape vector, Jessika disables the intertial dampners on the fighter to flip it about in a one-eighty degree motion that keeps her current vector of travel but simply puts the front of her fighter facing forward.

<<Gold Two, firing.>> Rocking the controls along their slide, Jessika's next depressions send a missile from her fighter towards the electronically dead ship drifting in space. She racks the controls back in place and immediately starts squeezing the triggers to send spurts of added blaster fighter intended to blow the target up.

Karas lowers his own interia dampness and spins his fighter to watch whats going on, seeing fire streak from Gold 2 to the transport Karas shakes his head. <<They are going to be soo pissed>> he laughs into his comms. His sensors are still sweeping the area to make sure they aren't being snuck up on. Shaking his head to Rey, "Silver 4, you are owning it in that fighter, stick with it a bit longer and see how it feels and go from there.>> he says to his wingman. <<We about ready to get out of here?>> he asks.

Rey fires up her engines when she hears the mission coming along. Her starfighter starts to separate itself from the other sand the pilot inside it looks back over her right shoulder through the bubble canopy. << I'd enjoy that.>> She says back to David. <<All in due time though.>> Rey shows a slight grin then. << I have to return to the Jedi Order though... I'll regroup with you guys as soon as I'm able too.>> The young Jedi learner pushes the throttle forward on her fightercraft and its twin engines glow brightly as the arrowhead-shaped ship starts to dart for a further stretch of space away from the Resistance fighters. <<We showed them though. One more step toward victory.>> And Rey thought of Kylo for a moment, or... was it a thought or a projection? Kylo looking back at her... a stoic face, a calm and almost disappointed stare.

With a shake of her head, Rey's helmeted head clears the vision and she looks to R2 in front of her. "Prep the Jump." She says to the droid who beeps an affirmative...