[After the Admiral announcement, there will be a package sitting outside your door.
In it, there are ten packages of rations and three metal canisters of water, along with a handwritten note.]
One of these packets is one meal, to be eaten once a day. That's five days , if the food dries up. The green pieces are a replacement protein that's better cooked, but you can eat it uncooked. The powder is mixed with water, it becomes bread. Use a third of the water in the canister for each serving of bread, just mix the powder in and stir it a little and it does the rest.
My room is my ship from home. There are beds, enough for a handful of people, and the Admiral suggests keeping people we care about close. I don't have many. It won't be crowded. If it's clear things are going to be terrible, please come here. I'm in cabin 5-5.
I have more rations, the Falcon came stocked with enough food to last in space if something happened to the ship, but not enough for the entire barge. If there is someone you cannot bear to see suffer I can give you a share for them, but please think carefully about who that person is.
I've already given the same package to Furiosa. Your extra portions are for Nux. It's still enough for five days.
When he gets the letter, the rations, he has to take a moment to collect
himself. It isn't that he's actively frightened, or worried about what's
going to happen- he's been through periods without food, without water.
Honestly, he feels like he's already been to the Land of the Dead. He spent
too much time in places where the dead outnumbered the living.
But he hadn't expected help like this. Not from a woman who ate the jerky
he'd planned on giving to the horses- not from a woman who grew up the way
she did. It isn't that he judges her badly, but he wouldn't have blamed her
if she kept everything to herself.
Instead she gave him her rations; gave him enough for Nux, to boot. And he
needs it, if things get back- he doesn't have the cans of food they gave
them in the war, doesn't have anything like an ice box to keep the food
fresh. He's incredibly grateful for this. So grateful that it takes him a
bit to even react.
When he finally does, it isn't via letter, or communicator. He decides to
go to her, her letter tucked into an inside pocket, and he knocks on her
door.
Since the Admiral announcement and her initial reactions - questioning him, giving out packages of food and water - Rey has been sitting quietly, alone, and trying very hard not to start buying into her fear that each time she finally has something she wants, something that she's desperate to keep, it gets taken away from her and she ends up right where she left off.
As it is, there's a small voice in her head that's trying to convince her that for all her struggles, everything she went through for the map to Luke Skywalker, none of it mattered. She's right back on Jakku. Right back to worrying if she'll eat tomorrow.
She isn't exactly up for visitors, she's been responding to every attempt to reach out to her with text messages, but when there's a knock she knows she can't just ignore things forever. So when she answers the door she looks a little pale, a little rattled, but her eyes soften a little when she sees Tommy there.
It's not much, but it's something.
"Tommy." Her voice is a little tight from forcing herself for so long to stay calm, so she swallows against the dryness in her throat and tries again. "Do you want to come inside?"
She moves so he can come in, and then sets the door to close and lock behind him. She always keeps the door locked, set to a code only she and Luke know. The Falcon is probably one of the safer places on the barge, and that's why, in her opinion, it makes one of the best places to hide out.
"I don't know how many other people will come," she says, absently, not really sure what else to say. "I told Alfie he could. Some of the people from my world, a few others. Not many."
Right now she doesn't really have it in her to feel guilty about that. Once he's inside, though, the question of why is refusing to go away.
"Did you want to see what it looked like before you committed to anything?"
Tommy's door locks, but it's just a door, in the end- there's a key, and there's his item, but there's no numbers; no extra reinforcement. He watches her lock it with interest, registering how it works.
When she mentions Alfie he snorts, and he's about to tell her that that might not go over so well, when she asks that. He raises his eyebrows, slips his hands into his pockets.
"I wanted to thank you, Rey. That's all that is." Does he still really come off as that cruel and cold, that she expects him to judge her lodgings?
She doesn't think that, and even if she did she loves the Falcon enough to make up for anyone who might not think it was perfect, but she has never considered him cruel or cold. If anything, he's one of her favorite people here.
She doesn't give out food to just anyone, after all.
"You don't have to thank me for that. I couldn't just do nothing." Choosing to only give food to a handful of people isn't much, but it has to count on some level. She motions for him to follow her, leading him towards the common area of the ship. "All I can offer you to drink is water."
"Yes, you could have," he disagrees, as he looks around the room. It's completely different from his own cabin, obviously, and he can't quite make sense of everything.
She doesn't want him thinking something that isn't true, because the simple fact is she has more food, food that could be going out to other people now that she's covered her closest contacts.
It's stayed right where it is, packed away in this ship.
He doesn't feel the need to react to that- he hardly did anything at all, not yet. He wouldn't have blamed her. "Who else did you ask, then? Besides Solomons." Which they'll talk about in a second.
There's a narrow, curved couch that she takes a seat on, letting him wander the common area if he wants a better look or to sit too if that's what he wants. She feels exhausted from worrying, though, so she's going to sit.
"Han and Luke." Obviously. "And then Furiosa, and Nux through you. There's also Lila, Rohan, Jolyne, and Leonard. Leonard might come, he knows the stories Han and Luke and I are from."
And then she's quiet, and still, and very clearly unhappy.
"Han isn't coming."
And that rejection is one that is going to be hard to get past.
He does-- he looks without touching, because God knows there's too much in here that he doesn't understand, that he could break without knowing. But he looks and walks while they speak-- until she says that last part, and he turns around, one eyebrow raised.
"Any reason why?"
Not that he knows the man: he just wonders why he wouldn't, when that made her sound like that.
"He didn't like the line in the note about thinking hard about who you ask me to give more food."
She says it so blandly, like it's the worst reason she can think of but she doesn't have any will to fight it. She's survived this before, and she knows what has to be done. Giving out her food to just anyone isn't something she can do.
The reason doesn't really matter, in the end. What matters is the sense of failure, on her end, but also the nagging feeling like maybe Han just can't understand her after all.
"He's never been hungry if he got angry about that," he says, calmly-- but there's some sympathy there. He doesn't quite understand their relationship, but he knows he's important to her.
"He'll be fine, his room is just like this and he has his own rations," she says, and she's not really worried about Han's safety quite so much as she's worried about how they're going to get past that. "But I didn't apologize for wanting to do this efficiently, and I'm not going to. So I guess we'll see where it stands when this is over."
If it ends. It has to end, she has to believe that, but it's getting harder and harder. With a frown, she rubs her forehead and puts all of that aside because ultimately, it isn't Tommy's problem.
"Been saving things. Drinking less, eating less. I haven't got anything close to refrigeration, and I don't have a cellar here like we do back home." Nice and cold and dark, to keep things at least a little fresh.
"Got a weapon for Nux, but that boy'll fight his way out of anything if he needs to."
"Thank you for the suggestion, Rey, I can almost feel the condensation. Why would I ask for something like that when I already have a weapon? The Admiral has more pressing concerns."
And she frowns at him, because his weapon is fine for his world and not nearly good enough here.
"It's not that, it's common sense. Furiosa told me monsters got onto this ship at one point and they took out half the population. If they're that dangerous, they're probably too fast to hit with just six shots even if you are incredibly impressive with that thing."
She's about to say he can't have hers, but then something else comes to mind, something with more stopping power and probably much more useful if it comes to fighting in close quarters.
"If I were to ask the Admiral for something for you, would you take it or just accuse me of being condescending again?"
Because she wants to get him a bowcaster, the same weapon that Chewbacca used.
"There are other people you should be trying to help before you help me," he says, instead of protesting the fact that she wants to do something for him.
She considers for a moment, and then gets up and goes to one of the hidden compartments to pull out a sketchbook and a pencil. Flipping it open, she starts to draw something as she heads over to him.
"It's called a bowcaster," she says, and after she puts the finishing touches on her quick drawing she turns it to show him. It's good work, if hasty, something he will recognize as a crossbow if he's seen one of those before. "The bolts this shoots explode on impact."
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In it, there are ten packages of rations and three metal canisters of water, along with a handwritten note.]
One of these packets is one meal, to be eaten once a day. That's five days , if the food dries up. The green pieces are a replacement protein that's better cooked, but you can eat it uncooked. The powder is mixed with water, it becomes bread. Use a third of the water in the canister for each serving of bread, just mix the powder in and stir it a little and it does the rest.
My room is my ship from home. There are beds, enough for a handful of people, and the Admiral suggests keeping people we care about close. I don't have many. It won't be crowded. If it's clear things are going to be terrible, please come here. I'm in cabin 5-5.
I have more rations, the Falcon came stocked with enough food to last in space if something happened to the ship, but not enough for the entire barge. If there is someone you cannot bear to see suffer I can give you a share for them, but please think carefully about who that person is.
I've already given the same package to Furiosa. Your extra portions are for Nux. It's still enough for five days.
Rey.
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When he gets the letter, the rations, he has to take a moment to collect himself. It isn't that he's actively frightened, or worried about what's going to happen- he's been through periods without food, without water.
Honestly, he feels like he's already been to the Land of the Dead. He spent too much time in places where the dead outnumbered the living.
But he hadn't expected help like this. Not from a woman who ate the jerky he'd planned on giving to the horses- not from a woman who grew up the way she did. It isn't that he judges her badly, but he wouldn't have blamed her if she kept everything to herself.
Instead she gave him her rations; gave him enough for Nux, to boot. And he needs it, if things get back- he doesn't have the cans of food they gave them in the war, doesn't have anything like an ice box to keep the food fresh. He's incredibly grateful for this. So grateful that it takes him a bit to even react.
When he finally does, it isn't via letter, or communicator. He decides to go to her, her letter tucked into an inside pocket, and he knocks on her door.
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As it is, there's a small voice in her head that's trying to convince her that for all her struggles, everything she went through for the map to Luke Skywalker, none of it mattered. She's right back on Jakku. Right back to worrying if she'll eat tomorrow.
She isn't exactly up for visitors, she's been responding to every attempt to reach out to her with text messages, but when there's a knock she knows she can't just ignore things forever. So when she answers the door she looks a little pale, a little rattled, but her eyes soften a little when she sees Tommy there.
It's not much, but it's something.
"Tommy." Her voice is a little tight from forcing herself for so long to stay calm, so she swallows against the dryness in her throat and tries again. "Do you want to come inside?"
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"I don't know how many other people will come," she says, absently, not really sure what else to say. "I told Alfie he could. Some of the people from my world, a few others. Not many."
Right now she doesn't really have it in her to feel guilty about that. Once he's inside, though, the question of why is refusing to go away.
"Did you want to see what it looked like before you committed to anything?"
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When she mentions Alfie he snorts, and he's about to tell her that that might not go over so well, when she asks that. He raises his eyebrows, slips his hands into his pockets.
"I wanted to thank you, Rey. That's all that is." Does he still really come off as that cruel and cold, that she expects him to judge her lodgings?
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She doesn't give out food to just anyone, after all.
"You don't have to thank me for that. I couldn't just do nothing." Choosing to only give food to a handful of people isn't much, but it has to count on some level. She motions for him to follow her, leading him towards the common area of the ship. "All I can offer you to drink is water."
She might have to do something about that.
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"I don't need a drink, but thank you."
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She doesn't want him thinking something that isn't true, because the simple fact is she has more food, food that could be going out to other people now that she's covered her closest contacts.
It's stayed right where it is, packed away in this ship.
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"Han and Luke." Obviously. "And then Furiosa, and Nux through you. There's also Lila, Rohan, Jolyne, and Leonard. Leonard might come, he knows the stories Han and Luke and I are from."
And then she's quiet, and still, and very clearly unhappy.
"Han isn't coming."
And that rejection is one that is going to be hard to get past.
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"Any reason why?"
Not that he knows the man: he just wonders why he wouldn't, when that made her sound like that.
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She says it so blandly, like it's the worst reason she can think of but she doesn't have any will to fight it. She's survived this before, and she knows what has to be done. Giving out her food to just anyone isn't something she can do.
The reason doesn't really matter, in the end. What matters is the sense of failure, on her end, but also the nagging feeling like maybe Han just can't understand her after all.
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If it ends. It has to end, she has to believe that, but it's getting harder and harder. With a frown, she rubs her forehead and puts all of that aside because ultimately, it isn't Tommy's problem.
"Do you have a plan in place yet?"
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"Got a weapon for Nux, but that boy'll fight his way out of anything if he needs to."
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"That's good. Have you thought about getting a weapon for yourself that fires more than six bullets?"
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"Thank you for the suggestion, Rey, I can almost feel the condensation. Why would I ask for something like that when I already have a weapon? The Admiral has more pressing concerns."
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"It's not that, it's common sense. Furiosa told me monsters got onto this ship at one point and they took out half the population. If they're that dangerous, they're probably too fast to hit with just six shots even if you are incredibly impressive with that thing."
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"You're right. But I never saw a weapon more suitable until I fired that blaster of yours."
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"If I were to ask the Admiral for something for you, would you take it or just accuse me of being condescending again?"
Because she wants to get him a bowcaster, the same weapon that Chewbacca used.
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Stop being such a baby about it.
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He rolls his eyes, fondly, then shrugs. "Fine. What would you ask him?"
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"It's called a bowcaster," she says, and after she puts the finishing touches on her quick drawing she turns it to show him. It's good work, if hasty, something he will recognize as a crossbow if he's seen one of those before. "The bolts this shoots explode on impact."
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