Private Some Nights

[Rhea]

She shot him a look.

Her fingers loosened on the mug. "Right." She stood again, the easy nature of their morning shattered to the wave of tension she held coiled in her gut. her lips parted, her body holding mid turn.

See you on the ramp?

Her mouth clamped shut. She left, going to gather her things ... and wash her cup in the sink.

And dry it.

Twice.

And put it back. And rub her finger prints off the fancy cabinetry. She felt the touch down, her knees bracing. She looked over her shoulder... let out a breath... then slung her chit over her shoulder and cantered for the exit.

 

[Drifter]

The girl was wound up tighter than a powercoil. There was a measure of guilt and concern edging along with his conscious, but another part of him told him that he wasn't here to hold her hand nor take her troubles as his own.

He did his best in making sure she didn't one-way ticket her way into the netherworld earlier. He'd been shot at, chased, almost disintegrated, stuffed into a small service elevator, and had to Force jump his way onto the ramp of his ship, dangling by one arm as it flew off, barely making it inside.

By and large, the voice of his mother couldn't nag at him to say he hadn't done what he could.

A nod, then with a heavy exhale, Drifter brought down his boots from the console to set them down on the floor. [ Get us low and steady, Kit. Keep her running. We need to get going after this. ] he'd stayed on Skor II for far too long.

If anything, considering the deep reflection this whole day had given him. It was time. He couldn't avoid it any longer. How the Darkside went crawling its way through him was evident.

Twin citrine eyes went staring down at his leather-gloved hand. Fingers would curl into a tight grip, the leather creaking. He hadn't been able to control the Force a few of those times. The light side of the Force elusive. Using anything of his he created was reacting to his touch. Turning hot.

He had to get help.

Fine, he'll read his comms. Respond. But then he had to go to someone who would help. Understand. One name came to mind. Dissero .