The twisting in her gut is unexplainable — the same pull that has led her to intact salvage, that has warned her of scavengers hovering near the hovel she calls her own. This time, she excuses it as Plutt's meddling, and the assurance that he will seek out what she has denied him.
But the woman that plants herself inside isn't one of Plutt's thugs, come to retrieve the same droid she has batted them away from stealing like any regular pile of scrap. Neither is she a simple scavenger. From the look of her — clean, despite the sprinklings of sand, and healthy — she isn't even of Jakku. It's written all over her.
That calls into question, then, what is so vitally special about this astromech unit that's found its way into her life. Rey doesn't stop to question it, more prone to action, on her feet defensively within seconds. The staff in her hands is more warning than weapon, for the moment, when she barks, ]
I'm not turning anything over to you. [ Her teeth bare, snapping, as her expression pinches together. ] Get out.
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not what i expected but exactly what i wanted
Date: 2019-04-08 05:26 am (UTC)The twisting in her gut is unexplainable — the same pull that has led her to intact salvage, that has warned her of scavengers hovering near the hovel she calls her own. This time, she excuses it as Plutt's meddling, and the assurance that he will seek out what she has denied him.
But the woman that plants herself inside isn't one of Plutt's thugs, come to retrieve the same droid she has batted them away from stealing like any regular pile of scrap. Neither is she a simple scavenger. From the look of her — clean, despite the sprinklings of sand, and healthy — she isn't even of Jakku. It's written all over her.
That calls into question, then, what is so vitally special about this astromech unit that's found its way into her life. Rey doesn't stop to question it, more prone to action, on her feet defensively within seconds. The staff in her hands is more warning than weapon, for the moment, when she barks, ]
I'm not turning anything over to you. [ Her teeth bare, snapping, as her expression pinches together. ] Get out.