[ The reunion is sweet, there's smiles all around and happiness and relief. They lost people, but not everyone. Hope was still strong and would light the fire of the rebellion for years to come.
And then Leia notes Han's stance, the way he is a bit stiff when kissing her which-- could be the time apart. But time apart had never made Han so jilted--
'You're hiding something,' She observes, probably loudly enough for Rey to hear.
And Han, he does his best to deflect with a laugh and scruffing at the back of his head, 'Who me? What could I have to hide?'
And that's when the crowd which has begun to surround the Falcon silences as Chewie fumbles down the ramp with Kylo Ren on his shoulder (not fireman's hold I am sorry), arm slung around him as if he was carrying an injured comrade and not a monster.
Leia's eyes widen-- then narrow and she barely manages to stop herself from slapping Han right there. A single hand grips at the shirt her estranged husband wears so tightly her knuckles lose color and she's hit with a bevvy of emotions all at once.
'Back on the Falcon,' Chewie starts to complain, but Leia snaps louder. 'Now.'
There's no room for argument here and Chewie, Han, and Kylo are dragged back to the Falcon swiftly---
Just before the crowd explodes into chatter-- specifically surrounding Rey and Finn to ask them WHAT THE FUCK. How did they knock out Kylo? Was he actually dead? Were they planning on executing him? They couldn't hold him prisoner could they?
Back in the main hold-- Kylo can feel whatever Chewie hit him with start to wear off-- start to. Which means he's seeing vague blobs and shapes moving and feels like upending the contents of his stomach on the floor. It's at that point he can hear-- his mother. General Organa. He's fucked and he knows it. His mother was a hardass, a stickler for rules. His father must have brought him here to die because he can't imagine there's any other use for him anywhere.
'How could you do something so stupid?!' Ah-- the same old argument.
'Stupid? You asked me to bring back our son.' Kylo tries to move a finger but finds he can't quite feel it-- or his hand... or his bones really. He's a sack of gelatin.
'Did he come willingly?' His head pounds. He wonders if it's the drugs or Snoke. Possibly a mixture of both.
'What does that mean?' What would happen when he didn't report to Snoke? Snoke must know something is wrong. He'd come to save him before... rather. Sent others. When he was wounded on a battlefield, otherwise unable to get out on his own.
That shouldn't send a spike of fear through him.
'Did you force him to come here?' That's aimed at both Chewbacca and Han-- the awkward shuffling answers her more than any retort could.
Kylo groans, trying to pull himself upright-- which is just proving far too much for him as he's drugged and bound. His vision is spinning and he collapses back on to the small bench with even that little effort.
'You gave him too much--' Leia's response is curt and Chewie howls at the accusation. 'He's a grown man not a rancor.'
Chewie hardly seems apologetic, he was working on the fly, there was no room for hemming or hawing.
'He needs to vomit--' and as if to round the both of them off, 'I need to take care of the mess you just brought me.'
Honestly-- it's hard to tell if Leia's angry or relieved or-- what any one in this family is feeling right now. Congrats Rey. Here's the broken family of people you so greatly admired. She'll be met with Leia leaving the Falcon like a woman on a mission. She had arrangements to make. Lots of them. Where would they hold him, how would they handle this diplomatically. How the HELL were they going to keep him here? And how was she emotionally supposed to handle this? ]
They could adopt!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And then Leia notes Han's stance, the way he is a bit stiff when kissing her which-- could be the time apart. But time apart had never made Han so jilted--
'You're hiding something,' She observes, probably loudly enough for Rey to hear.
And Han, he does his best to deflect with a laugh and scruffing at the back of his head, 'Who me? What could I have to hide?'
And that's when the crowd which has begun to surround the Falcon silences as Chewie fumbles down the ramp with Kylo Ren on his shoulder (not fireman's hold I am sorry), arm slung around him as if he was carrying an injured comrade and not a monster.
Leia's eyes widen-- then narrow and she barely manages to stop herself from slapping Han right there. A single hand grips at the shirt her estranged husband wears so tightly her knuckles lose color and she's hit with a bevvy of emotions all at once.
'Back on the Falcon,' Chewie starts to complain, but Leia snaps louder. 'Now.'
There's no room for argument here and Chewie, Han, and Kylo are dragged back to the Falcon swiftly---
Just before the crowd explodes into chatter-- specifically surrounding Rey and Finn to ask them WHAT THE FUCK. How did they knock out Kylo? Was he actually dead? Were they planning on executing him? They couldn't hold him prisoner could they?
Back in the main hold-- Kylo can feel whatever Chewie hit him with start to wear off-- start to. Which means he's seeing vague blobs and shapes moving and feels like upending the contents of his stomach on the floor. It's at that point he can hear-- his mother. General Organa. He's fucked and he knows it. His mother was a hardass, a stickler for rules. His father must have brought him here to die because he can't imagine there's any other use for him anywhere.
'How could you do something so stupid?!' Ah-- the same old argument.
'Stupid? You asked me to bring back our son.' Kylo tries to move a finger but finds he can't quite feel it-- or his hand... or his bones really. He's a sack of gelatin.
'Did he come willingly?' His head pounds. He wonders if it's the drugs or Snoke. Possibly a mixture of both.
'What does that mean?' What would happen when he didn't report to Snoke? Snoke must know something is wrong. He'd come to save him before... rather. Sent others. When he was wounded on a battlefield, otherwise unable to get out on his own.
That shouldn't send a spike of fear through him.
'Did you force him to come here?' That's aimed at both Chewbacca and Han-- the awkward shuffling answers her more than any retort could.
Kylo groans, trying to pull himself upright-- which is just proving far too much for him as he's drugged and bound. His vision is spinning and he collapses back on to the small bench with even that little effort.
'You gave him too much--' Leia's response is curt and Chewie howls at the accusation. 'He's a grown man not a rancor.'
Chewie hardly seems apologetic, he was working on the fly, there was no room for hemming or hawing.
'He needs to vomit--' and as if to round the both of them off, 'I need to take care of the mess you just brought me.'
Honestly-- it's hard to tell if Leia's angry or relieved or-- what any one in this family is feeling right now. Congrats Rey. Here's the broken family of people you so greatly admired. She'll be met with Leia leaving the Falcon like a woman on a mission. She had arrangements to make. Lots of them. Where would they hold him, how would they handle this diplomatically. How the HELL were they going to keep him here? And how was she emotionally supposed to handle this? ]