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thatwaslucky) wrote2018-11-21 06:09 am
thatwaslucky) wrote2018-11-21 06:09 am
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Jakku- Wednesday
The storm had come on fast, and Rey had barely made it home before it began in earnest. The storms here didn't come with rain or flooding, but thunder and lightning and dangerous winds that blew the sand around to bury you. The Teedos called it X'us'R'iia, which essentially translated to "the breath of a wrathful god." Rey didn't believe in gods or any of that, but she definitely believed in how badly things would go for her if she allowed herself to be stuck in it.
She'd had to leave her speeder outside, though she was pretty sure it was safely secured, and there wasn't much she could do about it now. By the time she got inside, she was breathing heavy, taking a moment to stand against the door with the storm raging outside the metal walls, trying to shake off the adrenaline. Her timing had been more or less perfect, but that wasn't anything she was going to take pride in. She took off her boots, poured the sand out. She shook out her hair, brushed off her clothes, and thought wryly that she could create a new desert from what she now had on her floor.
She waited until she was sure the door was fully sealed with a blanket held in place by magnets before she went to the hidden compartment in a side panel, where she'd hidden away three bottles of water in case of a break-in. She opened one, took a swig, mostly to wash the sand from her mouth, and then placed it back, carefully closing the panel again. Then she checked the other panel, a few away from that one, where she'd hidden the last of her food. She still had some things she'd brought from Fandom, but she was running low and saving them for emergencies, and she was living more or less day to day with what she got from Unkar Plutt. It was something to keep in mind, but she could be okay.
Rey pulled one of the remaining blankets off the floor and sat, folding it to make a pillow to rest between her head and the hull. She took a moment to stretch out her ankles; she'd been atop a ship when she saw the storm coming, and had risked jumping the last three meters to the bottom in order to get away. There didn't seem to be any damage. They ached a bit, but she was done for the day. She had no excuse not to rest up now, with little to do except listen to the storm and feel the thunder shake the metal around her.
Maybe it would be over tomorrow.
[Taken from Before the Awakening by Greg Rucka. NFB, NFI!!]
She'd had to leave her speeder outside, though she was pretty sure it was safely secured, and there wasn't much she could do about it now. By the time she got inside, she was breathing heavy, taking a moment to stand against the door with the storm raging outside the metal walls, trying to shake off the adrenaline. Her timing had been more or less perfect, but that wasn't anything she was going to take pride in. She took off her boots, poured the sand out. She shook out her hair, brushed off her clothes, and thought wryly that she could create a new desert from what she now had on her floor.
She waited until she was sure the door was fully sealed with a blanket held in place by magnets before she went to the hidden compartment in a side panel, where she'd hidden away three bottles of water in case of a break-in. She opened one, took a swig, mostly to wash the sand from her mouth, and then placed it back, carefully closing the panel again. Then she checked the other panel, a few away from that one, where she'd hidden the last of her food. She still had some things she'd brought from Fandom, but she was running low and saving them for emergencies, and she was living more or less day to day with what she got from Unkar Plutt. It was something to keep in mind, but she could be okay.
Rey pulled one of the remaining blankets off the floor and sat, folding it to make a pillow to rest between her head and the hull. She took a moment to stretch out her ankles; she'd been atop a ship when she saw the storm coming, and had risked jumping the last three meters to the bottom in order to get away. There didn't seem to be any damage. They ached a bit, but she was done for the day. She had no excuse not to rest up now, with little to do except listen to the storm and feel the thunder shake the metal around her.
Maybe it would be over tomorrow.
[Taken from Before the Awakening by Greg Rucka. NFB, NFI!!]