Entry Number 050603A
"Laugh how much you want, I'm not letting a snow monster in human flesh take down the Rebellion. No matter what she suspects we are doing." Navaien says to me as he boards the ship, making me burst into a fit of laughter at the thought of Rose yelling from the top of the ladder. I sigh a little as the door closes behind us, leaving us in a semi-dark control room lit up only by the small, beeping lights and the window facing the exit port of the Finalizer. Navaien turns to me as he removes his hat, his hair a wavy, blotchy mess of sweat underneath as he shakes it out. Being the more energetic of the two, he starts investigating the side rooms and corridors of the ship as I look over the controls.
My head is swimming in thoughts as Navaien walks up to the second control seat and rightfully makes it his, sliding into the worn leather chair and propping his legs up on the command screen. I glare at him a little, mostly for startling me but also for his rude etiquette, glaring what could be said a hole through his rubber boots. Navaien catches on and removes his feet from the panel, clearing his throat.
"You know, I could just start this up now and leave." He says, staring at me before his eyes shift to a few switches above him. I sigh and take the seat next to him, closing my eyes as I felt a migraine coming up. The pad left on the panel was flashing and it read out commands for us, as the blue light of the hologram lit up my features, and Navaien's too. The coordinates were already plugged in by the technician working on the ship, like Rose argued half an hour earlier, and we couldn't fly off without proper identification of the Colonel['s handprint.
"That would mean you're giving up the coordinates and placement of your Rebellion base with me in it. As much as you've been a spy to your organization, I've been figuring out things through you too." At that, Derny has the audacity to laugh, making me scoff. "What, you don't believe me?"
"I don't believe you even know my favourite colour." At that, he makes a smug expression, and I go deep into my thoughts, staring at him.
My head is swimming in thoughts as Navaien walks up to the second control seat and rightfully makes it his, sliding into the worn leather chair and propping his legs up on the command screen. I glare at him a little, mostly for startling me but also for his rude etiquette, glaring what could be said a hole through his rubber boots. Navaien catches on and removes his feet from the panel, clearing his throat.
"You know, I could just start this up now and leave." He says, staring at me before his eyes shift to a few switches above him. I sigh and take the seat next to him, closing my eyes as I felt a migraine coming up. The pad left on the panel was flashing and it read out commands for us, as the blue light of the hologram lit up my features, and Navaien's too. The coordinates were already plugged in by the technician working on the ship, like Rose argued half an hour earlier, and we couldn't fly off without proper identification of the Colonel['s handprint.
"That would mean you're giving up the coordinates and placement of your Rebellion base with me in it. As much as you've been a spy to your organization, I've been figuring out things through you too." At that, Derny has the audacity to laugh, making me scoff. "What, you don't believe me?"
"I don't believe you even know my favourite colour." At that, he makes a smug expression, and I go deep into my thoughts, staring at him.