Entry Number 050603A
Rose didn't take her eyes away from the window, basically focused on the distant stars and debree we were passing on our way back to the mothership. She only shrugged when I asked her about the second passenger, sucking on the insides of her cheeks. "It doesn't seem like he's with the Resistance, he would have been wearing the outfit for it. But, seeing as the mission of that poor soul next to him was to take something from Arkanis, I believe that something was him." I settled to watch the passing planets too as we neared the Finalizer. It didn't seem to quite add up for me, so I continued asking on.
"Why would they need him, anyways? He doesn't seem special to me." Rose at that just stared at me, not knowing whether to add on or drop the topic. She was always so straightforward, I could never get a decent talk with her on things that weren't herself. "I don't know, Vestar, that's the point I'm making. When I reported back to the ship they told me that Supreme Leader Kylo Ren-" She gagged as the title wafted through thin air, and continued. "-asked for the bantha to be taken back to him immediately after landing. You know how he gets, all sensitive with the Force. Maybe he felt something with him, or that pesky bird that's been following us since take off." Rose raised a hand to scratch at her jaw, listening in to the radio signals and transmissions the pilots were doing.
"You mean he's Force sensitive?"
"I mean, he might be. If the rumours are true and Project Harvester was housing some of the last Force sensitive users in the Galaxy for our usage, he may be right. But what I also suggest that is more probable is that it's a bunch of ramblings made by a man who's been chewing a little more luna-weed than he can swallow."
I snorted at the phrase and hit Rose over the arm, making Rose smile as well. It was rarely seen but on these small missions we had with eachother (usually scouting missions) Rose would often use slag and weird phrases she had picked up during her schooling and time on the streets. Let's remember that Rose Frost is from Parnassos, after all.
The Finalizer was finally in it's best light as we watched the gears of the gates turning and making an opening big enough to fit the Fighters in. I steadied myself for a tumbly ride as these things were practical, but made me uneasy with their turbulent landings. Rose didn't seem phased as she stood firmly and only made a move to re-slick her moonsilver hair back.
"Why would they need him, anyways? He doesn't seem special to me." Rose at that just stared at me, not knowing whether to add on or drop the topic. She was always so straightforward, I could never get a decent talk with her on things that weren't herself. "I don't know, Vestar, that's the point I'm making. When I reported back to the ship they told me that Supreme Leader Kylo Ren-" She gagged as the title wafted through thin air, and continued. "-asked for the bantha to be taken back to him immediately after landing. You know how he gets, all sensitive with the Force. Maybe he felt something with him, or that pesky bird that's been following us since take off." Rose raised a hand to scratch at her jaw, listening in to the radio signals and transmissions the pilots were doing.
"You mean he's Force sensitive?"
"I mean, he might be. If the rumours are true and Project Harvester was housing some of the last Force sensitive users in the Galaxy for our usage, he may be right. But what I also suggest that is more probable is that it's a bunch of ramblings made by a man who's been chewing a little more luna-weed than he can swallow."
I snorted at the phrase and hit Rose over the arm, making Rose smile as well. It was rarely seen but on these small missions we had with eachother (usually scouting missions) Rose would often use slag and weird phrases she had picked up during her schooling and time on the streets. Let's remember that Rose Frost is from Parnassos, after all.
The Finalizer was finally in it's best light as we watched the gears of the gates turning and making an opening big enough to fit the Fighters in. I steadied myself for a tumbly ride as these things were practical, but made me uneasy with their turbulent landings. Rose didn't seem phased as she stood firmly and only made a move to re-slick her moonsilver hair back.