"you sent me the whole alphabet, one letter a text. it took 15 minutes to read them all" (Kylo to Rey)
"Are you sure you can trust him to open signals?" Finn asked, pacing the hallways of the outpost.
"'Trust' would be putting it too far, but I think he'll want to hear me out," Rey responded. "If I give a signal, be ready to cut communications immediately."
"On it," Finn said.
Rey received the hail. On the other end of the galaxy, Kylo Ren was seething amid a cramped First Order base. The temporary facility was much smaller and densely-packed than Starkiller, but just as prone to impromptu demolitions from his lightsaber.
"What," he demanded, "was the meaning of your last transmission?"
"Oh," said Rey, "I think you'll find the contents of that data are self-explanatory."
"We had a deal, you fool! A map containing the location of Skywalker's headquarters, in exchange for the safety of your droid."
"Of course. And I abided by it--my honor would have me do no less."
"That--file--is hardly a map?"
"It's a very good map. Containing not only Skywalker's residence, but thousands and millions of other planets, all carefully labeled with their corresponding suns. An encyclopedic resource, really, it's very impressive how much knowledge is publically available. Your computers should let you zoom to excellent detail!"
"Our computers," Kylo hissed, "will be inoperative for months downloading this enormous file!"
"It's still a map," Rey repeated, "from a certain point of view."
Kylo turned his lightsaber on, smashing it through the communications console and severing the connection. The latest pair of Stormtroopers unfortunate enough to be put on patrolling duty sighed, recalculated their route around the office, and independently began to wonder how they could get reassigned somewhere safer, like an asteroid field.
"Is everything all right?" Finn asked. "Should I cut comms?"
Re: Any/Any or Gen - Text From Last Night:
"Are you sure you can trust him to open signals?" Finn asked, pacing the hallways of the outpost.
"'Trust' would be putting it too far, but I think he'll want to hear me out," Rey responded. "If I give a signal, be ready to cut communications immediately."
"On it," Finn said.
Rey received the hail. On the other end of the galaxy, Kylo Ren was seething amid a cramped First Order base. The temporary facility was much smaller and densely-packed than Starkiller, but just as prone to impromptu demolitions from his lightsaber.
"What," he demanded, "was the meaning of your last transmission?"
"Oh," said Rey, "I think you'll find the contents of that data are self-explanatory."
"We had a deal, you fool! A map containing the location of Skywalker's headquarters, in exchange for the safety of your droid."
"Of course. And I abided by it--my honor would have me do no less."
"That--file--is hardly a map?"
"It's a very good map. Containing not only Skywalker's residence, but thousands and millions of other planets, all carefully labeled with their corresponding suns. An encyclopedic resource, really, it's very impressive how much knowledge is publically available. Your computers should let you zoom to excellent detail!"
"Our computers," Kylo hissed, "will be inoperative for months downloading this enormous file!"
"It's still a map," Rey repeated, "from a certain point of view."
Kylo turned his lightsaber on, smashing it through the communications console and severing the connection. The latest pair of Stormtroopers unfortunate enough to be put on patrolling duty sighed, recalculated their route around the office, and independently began to wonder how they could get reassigned somewhere safer, like an asteroid field.
"Is everything all right?" Finn asked. "Should I cut comms?"
"I think he's way ahead of you," said Rey.