thisavrou | video; after the savrii invite the moirans to their home

[it's been a while since rey has shown her face on the network. this will be the first time she's used the TAB to do so, and she's unceremoniously stuck it to bb-9's... face. the droid beeps softly, letting rey know that the video is recording. the scavenger is sitting cross-legged with her back to a wall, her staff laid across her knees and her pack beside her. she does not look pleased. in fact, she is frowning very deeply. she isn't very comfortable actually talking to people, but this is important, so she's making the effort.]

Wasn't there a point to all this?

[she pauses, knowing she should probably be more specific.]

The planets, the months of travel, everything— [her voice has been getting louder, so she stops for a breath. she has to calm herself down, pushing flyaway hairs from her face.]

We were supposed to be able to go home. We wasted a fracking year on that moon—if we'd gotten here a year sooner, would this all have been the same? We all saw the corpses on the way here. They died for this—some of us died for this. Coming to this hub, finding this working Ingress... that was supposed to be the end. But now we're just going to go to another planet, another unknown, and what? Live there? Or will there be another promise made, another contract to sign? Another delay to our return?

That's shit. We all know it's shit.

[rey sighs, closing her eyes and not speaking for a few more moments. she's tired, and just wants to go back to jakku. she just wants to go back to her old life, since what was supposed to be her new life seems nigh impossible now. she reaches forward to shut off the TAB, mumbling one more sentence under her breath:]

Why wasn't it the end?

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[Back isn't where Rinzler wants to go. Not now, and not ever, and there's a part of him that minds this delay not at all.

But the reason for it? The betrayals, and the failures, the overwhelming stupidity of those who set themselves in charge? He minds that plenty. If stupidity is even what it is. Why, why, why. Rinzler doesn't find that hard to answer.]

They lied.

[she could understand not wanting to go back, if there's nothing for you there. she could understand if a single person said that this was what they wanted. but nobody has said that, and that makes it easy for rey to go back to what she thought the moment she stepped on that ship and was promised a way home. she's never trusted anyone's promise.]

i know.

[All of them know. She's just the first one to admit it aloud. One of the only ones to admit it period, if the other transmissions are much sign.

...]

Support: required?

[she wants to say no because honestly, neither of them are really into that kind of thing. and yet--]

only if you have the time

[They aren't. He isn't. But the user—Rey had offered as much for him before.]

Location?

[she pings her location on his TAB]

[Rinzler doesn't answer. But a few minutes later, she'll hear a familiar rumble and spot some familiar lights.

The enforcer keeps his approach inside her field of view, stopping a few paces away. Shoulders hunch inwards, mask dipping, hands at either side. It's a default pose, only slightly more awkward for the circumstances. After a beat, the helmet angles to the side. Mute inquiry, but one that's fairly basic.

Status?]

[She's sitting exactly where she had been. BB-9 had gone back to Rey's camping area, knowing that she wanted to be left alone. The scavenger looks up when she hears Rinzler, and sighs as he approaches. She stands, joints cracking as she straightens. She'd been sitting there for quite a while. Rey looks away for a moment, but her eyes eventually find the visor of his mask. She shrugs.]

It's been a long day.

[Rinzler takes the shrug at more or less face value. No damage. No answers. It's better than a lie. He nods. It's been a long day. It's been a longer cycle.

Noise whirs out quietly, but the enforcer has even less words for this than usual, and none that seem like they might help. He lets the pause draw out. If she still has anything to say, he'll listen.]

[She isn't sure if they've ever had a full conversation, and honestly, she kind of prefers it that way. He's a good outlet, like talking to a slightly emotive wall. Another sigh, and she begins to stand.]

I was ready go to home.

[Abrupt, but true. She'd been arguing with herself over it for months, but when they'd finally crashed on the Hub, she'd made her decision.]

[The wall association, Rinzler might have resented—if he'd been aware. As is, he watches, helmet tipping just a little to follow her motions. One hand hovers over his TAB, leaving the textbox on standby... but that frustration isn't one that asks for commentary. He nods instead, head bowed in silent agreement.

Most of them were.]

[She sees that he's ready to talk to her if need be, but for the moment, she's happy just letting it all pour out. Rey keeps her emotions bottled up, but this had been the last bolt to break the luggabeast's back. She'd been waiting months and months to go home, and it had been torn from her in a single moment. Coming back from that isn't easy. She runs her hands across the top of her head, letting her fingers curl into her hair.]

It isn't fair. And I know that doesn't mean anything to say--things rarely are fair. But I just--I was ready. I thought I could handle everything back home. And now I don't know when I'll be ready again.

[Fair is always a lie, but Rey flags that before he can. Her followup, though, earns a slight quirk of the mask. Light-lined fingers flit over the keyboard, cycling the line back in projected display.]

Ready?

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