There are ghosts here, but there are things to sell- machine parts.
[ Rey grunted, struggling against the unseen but still tightening grasp the stranger held her in. She hadn’t wanted to relent any information to him - but Rey believed it when he said killing her was an option.
He had a bloodthirsty sort of look to him which only added to fear that had begun to seep into the little scavenger’s mind. ]
[ He's amused by the notion of ghosts. Perhaps the local legend had morphed the Sith presence at the outpost into something less sinister to conceal their own worries. The outpost was in a better condition than he expected, which would make his search easier than it would have been were he to dig through the disrepair.
Anakin watches her process everything with detachment, his head tilted to one side. He likens her to a puzzle, the pieces clear, but scattered in a jumble. Something he would very much like to solve. ]
No, I don't think I will. It would only be a waste of potential.
[ He walks down the corridor, dragging her with him so he can continue his search while she tires herself out. He'll be fatigued later for keeping this up, but it will hopefully be worth the inconvenience later. ]
Potential? [ Some of the fight goes out of her replaced by fearful curiosity. She had already begun to grasp what older scavengers were capable of - Rey had the distinct sense that Anakin was capable of much worse. She wanted to keep fighting, but Rey had played every card up her sleeve - and the little scavenger was very tired. ]
What are you going to do, if not kill me?
[ Rey didn’t think off-worlders ever went here to the badlands, and all the ones she had seen were usually confined to Niima Outpost before leaving as abruptly as they came. She had no idea where this stranger could have come from and what he intended for her if not death.
It was terrifying - the sense of powerlessness being put in this position brought her, those emotions threaded through with white hot rage and indignation. Rey knew she was only a child, but she would have given anything to never be made to feel this way again. ]
[ People in difficult situations fight the hardest, and he hadn't been disappointed. He stays silent for a stretch of time as he walked down the corridor, deciding where to look. He needed to go lower. ]
Don't you feel it, little mouse? I certainly do.
[ Frankly, it was quite difficult to ignore such a presence in the Force and it would be irresponsible of him to let someone like that go unchecked. Even though she'd stopped struggling, she was still like burning embers. He debates it for just a moment, letting her drop carefully to the floor. Trusting that she wouldn't run away again, that the knowledge of what he would tell her was enough.
He puts a hand on his own chest. ]
There's a power- right in here. It's inside you, too. Burning hot like a sun.
[ He crouches down to her level. ]
Have you ever done something you couldn't explain? Jumped a bit too far and made it- or fallen from a great height and come away without a scratch? Do you know anything about The Force?
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[ Rey grunted, struggling against the unseen but still tightening grasp the stranger held her in. She hadn’t wanted to relent any information to him - but Rey believed it when he said killing her was an option.
He had a bloodthirsty sort of look to him which only added to fear that had begun to seep into the little scavenger’s mind. ]
Are you going to kill me?
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Anakin watches her process everything with detachment, his head tilted to one side. He likens her to a puzzle, the pieces clear, but scattered in a jumble. Something he would very much like to solve. ]
No, I don't think I will. It would only be a waste of potential.
[ He walks down the corridor, dragging her with him so he can continue his search while she tires herself out. He'll be fatigued later for keeping this up, but it will hopefully be worth the inconvenience later. ]
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What are you going to do, if not kill me?
[ Rey didn’t think off-worlders ever went here to the badlands, and all the ones she had seen were usually confined to Niima Outpost before leaving as abruptly as they came. She had no idea where this stranger could have come from and what he intended for her if not death.
It was terrifying - the sense of powerlessness being put in this position brought her, those emotions threaded through with white hot rage and indignation. Rey knew she was only a child, but she would have given anything to never be made to feel this way again. ]
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Don't you feel it, little mouse? I certainly do.
[ Frankly, it was quite difficult to ignore such a presence in the Force and it would be irresponsible of him to let someone like that go unchecked. Even though she'd stopped struggling, she was still like burning embers. He debates it for just a moment, letting her drop carefully to the floor. Trusting that she wouldn't run away again, that the knowledge of what he would tell her was enough.
He puts a hand on his own chest. ]
There's a power- right in here. It's inside you, too. Burning hot like a sun.
[ He crouches down to her level. ]
Have you ever done something you couldn't explain? Jumped a bit too far and made it- or fallen from a great height and come away without a scratch? Do you know anything about The Force?
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