[ There's something surprisingly streamlined about the way she catches in the same moment she looks, as though she had felt his intent and the item in him well before it had ever made its way to her. She looks surprised by it, at least, looking at the hilt in her hand and — oh. Duh. Lightsaber.
She looks back down at him, wide-eyed behind her goggles but, of course, unreadable to him now. She holds out her staff and lets it thud down in the sand, dropped off the side of the ship. Then she holds the lightsaber up and sort of … leans away from it as she presses the button to ignite it.
Snap-hiss. It purrs to life, humming in her hand. And it feels right, somehow. Steals her breath. She examines the hilt and blade in her hand for a minute, scoping it out, then braces the hilt with both hands and turns it upside down, slowly driving it down into the paneling in front of her.
Plasma cleaves clear through the metal, melting it into something molten and lava-like. It drips down away from her and she wedges it to the side, cutting open a circular hatch for them to drop through before she shuts it off and, inside the hull, pulls down her scarf-mask to whiff the smell of burnt steel and ozone.
Weird.
She pulls the nose cover back up and climbs back out of the hull, throwing the hilt back down to him. ]
We've got a path through. Follow me.
[ And then she's gone again like a prairie dog. She drops down through the hole — which will be barely wide enough for his shoulders because he's huge and she hasn't got a good measure of him yet — and her boots thud on the side wall of the freighter because it's tipped that way from when it crashed. Go figure. She starts the trek down the hall towards engineering. ]
i don't know if we have any appropriate threads right now for horrifying apology worthy tag
She looks back down at him, wide-eyed behind her goggles but, of course, unreadable to him now. She holds out her staff and lets it thud down in the sand, dropped off the side of the ship. Then she holds the lightsaber up and sort of … leans away from it as she presses the button to ignite it.
Snap-hiss. It purrs to life, humming in her hand. And it feels right, somehow. Steals her breath. She examines the hilt and blade in her hand for a minute, scoping it out, then braces the hilt with both hands and turns it upside down, slowly driving it down into the paneling in front of her.
Plasma cleaves clear through the metal, melting it into something molten and lava-like. It drips down away from her and she wedges it to the side, cutting open a circular hatch for them to drop through before she shuts it off and, inside the hull, pulls down her scarf-mask to whiff the smell of burnt steel and ozone.
Weird.
She pulls the nose cover back up and climbs back out of the hull, throwing the hilt back down to him. ]
We've got a path through. Follow me.
[ And then she's gone again like a prairie dog. She drops down through the hole — which will be barely wide enough for his shoulders because he's huge and she hasn't got a good measure of him yet — and her boots thud on the side wall of the freighter because it's tipped that way from when it crashed. Go figure. She starts the trek down the hall towards engineering. ]