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'𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐱' ═══════╝

━━ -ˋˏ★ˎˊ- ━━

...AHCH-TO, UNKNOWN REGIONS

𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 Cora and Lyra died, the galaxy split in two.

The news of the fire reached Luke Skywalker when he was halfway back to Naboo, en route on a hastily arranged transport. He had felt it in his chest as he boarded, the twist of imminent disaster that threatened to tear him apart. And when it did, it felt like there was nothing left of him. Just the feeling of emptiness as he knew for certain that Cora had been right. She had sworn her family was cursed, and maybe his was, too. Her death was deemed a political assassination, the same name that had been given to the untimely death of her own father so many years ago.

Luke Skywalker had been away for too long at the Jedi Praxeum on Yavin 4, desperately trying to right the path of his still-young nephew. He had taken on more than he should have, and with very few others that could help, he found himself spending less time with his family and more time with his padawans. Cora said she knew that what he was doing was important, but there was a part of her that resented how far apart they always were.

He resented it too.

The final night before he left for the last time, they had stood in her study, a room lined floor to ceiling with books. Cora's favorite room in the entire house.

"My parents always said they would never live in Theed again," Cora said, staring out the window. The candle light caught on her hazel eyes. "The city is a dangerous place, that's what Melia said to me when we agreed that she would keep the estate and I would move here to the villa. And you know?" Cora sighed contentedly. "I never felt in danger here. I'm not sure if it was you being here with me or not, but I've always felt safe."

He raised an eyebrow. "Are you trying to guilt trip me into staying longer?"

She laughed and moved a hand, dampening the fire in the fireplace and raising it again. It was an anxious habit of hers. "I know I can never make you stay."

Some part of him broke hearing her admit those words.

"Then come with me," he reasoned. "Lyra would love it there. Think of it as a vacation."

Cora had looked up at him, trying very hard not to smile. Her long, dark hair was barely clipped back from her face, and her cheeks were rosy from spending so much time in the sun. "As much as I wish I could leave, I can't just ditch the planet of Naboo for a week. And if you take Lyra, I'm not sure I would ever get her back," she teased, the thinly-veiled argument shining through her soft words.

"I'm not going to turn her into a Jedi in a week," Luke smiled. He moved to stand closer to the window and looked outside. A fresh breeze blew in, and as he leaned over the balcony, he could smell the overwhelming scent of summer flowers.

Suddenly, the gilded handle of the door to the study wiggled. Cora looked to Luke, and they both knew who was on the other side of the heavy door.

Cora crossed the room in three steps, the silk fabric of her dress flowing behind her. She threw open the door without hesitation, revealing the very surprised face of their daughter on the other side.

With a small gasp, she stumbled backwards. Quickly scrambling to her feet, she said, "Hi. Um, how are you?"

Lyra was only six years old but she had a confidence that could shatter even the harshest of rules. A troublemaker and strong with the Force, her will was nearly unbreakable.

Cora played into Lyra's pitiful cover-up. "I'm doing very well. Thank you for asking, LJ," she said, hoisting their daughter up and into her arms.

"I heard you talking about me," Lyra tried to explain herself, shifting to get out of Cora's arms. She ran over to the balcony, stepping past Luke and looking out at the world below. The gentle breeze tugged at the loose strands of two once-neat braids. "I want to go to Yavin Four. Why can't I go to Yavin Four?"

While Lyra was focused on looking at the gardens, Cora shot Luke an exasperated look of reproach. They had argued about this too many times, and Luke wasn't willing to get into another fight over something so trivial.

Cora Grené was still convinced that her family line was cursed. She came from a family highlighted by tragedy. As the story went, she had inherited the dire darkness of their warnings. The power of a flame, the curse of certain death.

Setting Lyra on the path to becoming a Jedi was the last thing she wanted.

Already, they agreed she would be Lyra Jai Grené, a daughter born to a senator and blessed to live a life under the skies of Theed. That fate was dangerous enough. Cora's Aunt Phoebe always told them that there was only misfortune at the end of tying Skywalker and Grené blood together. Even after six years, the aging woman still refused to meet her great niece.

"The child is already the dead walking," she had warned, as was her way.

But Luke was ardent in his belief that fate was not just a decision pre-made, it was a choice forged. Training Lyra would protect her and allow her to learn. Luke wasn't trying to re-start the Jedi of old. With the guidance of the mistakes of the past, he had built something better, a way to start over.

A new beginning.

"You'll go to Yavin Four soon, love," Cora reassured her.

"What's it like there?" She asked, whipping around from the balcony and glancing between her parents. "I heard that there were crystal snakes big enough to eat my leg off."

Luke couldn't hide his snort of laughter. "Who told you that?"

"Poe did when they were here last time," she said, crossing her small arms. She mulled it over for a second. "Maybe I don't want to go if the snakes are gonna eat me."

Luke placed a hand on her head, mussing up her hair further. She laughed a little and scooted out of the way. "There are no snakes big enough to eat you, LJ. I think you would like Yavin Four, the stars are even brighter there."

"Really?" Lyra breathed, now intrigued.

"Yes," Cora said, coming up behind her and scooping her up into her arms. This time, Lyra stayed put as the three of them looked out over the balcony. "Brighter than the light of the sun."

Lyra never did get to go to Yavin 4.

Cora and Luke were both cursed to never fully live the lives they so desperately wanted. Lyra Jai had reaped the consequences. Sometimes, Luke swore he could still hear both of them. In the earliest light of dawn, they were still with him.

Those years before his exile trudged by in a blur of pain. Maybe that was why he had failed Ben Solo. He had failed everyone else so many times, and so it was no surprise that he had led someone else to ruin.

He had lost people before. He had watched the light of his own father fade away, and he had seen years of war and sacrifice. And somehow, he believed he had risen above all of it. He was the great Jedi Luke Skywalker. Still, he knew that the title wasn't his greatest accomplishment. The fact that he had a family with Cora far surpassed any glory he had accumulated. He had squandered that gift by chasing some impossible dream of a New Order.

That it had ended so disastrously was too much to bear.

In his self-pity and the weight of his sins, he had traveled to Ahch-to to start over again. To immerse himself in the old Jedi lore and try to find a way to get himself out of such a deep rut. But he realized that he had made a grave mistake in cutting himself off from the Force. For all the new beginnings he had tried to create, he had forgotten about the lifelines he had left behind.

Some that he didn't even know still existed.

"Rey," Luke asked again. He rubbed his hands together, brushing the remains of the firewood away. "You have to tell me. Please."

Rey shifted uncomfortably on the stone bench. The three of them–Chewie, Luke, and Rey–were gathered around a burning fire not far from the Falcon. Waves crashed against the stone beach, filling the impatient silence with dull noise.

"I made a promise," Rey said quietly. She kept her eyes focused on the flames in front of her. She had yet to refuse him answer to any of his questions about the Resistance, but this one was different.

Luke sat up a little straighter on the stone bench. He had put off asking Rey the burning question for nearly two days. But he had seen her, he knew he had. He just needed Rey to confirm that he wasn't starting to lose his mind.

"I think I know already," Luke told her, tossing a small branch into the fire. "You won't be betraying her trust, I just need to confirm what I already know to be true."

It was a Kenobi-worthy move of word-twisting to ease the girl's guilt. His morals had already lost the fight against his burning need to know the truth.

Rey thought about his words. "Okay," she relented, spreading out her hands in front of her. "If you ask the right questions, then I might be able to answer them. Maybe."

Luke smiled. When Rey had first arrived, he had handed his old lightsaber back to her and hoped she would turn around and leave. After training her for hardly longer than a week, he was very glad she hadn't. Kylo Ren was trying to reach her, and Luke worried that as soon as she left the island she might lose the resolve he had been trying to build within her. He saw in her one of his own greatest weaknesses; seeing the good in everyone.

"There was a girl that helped you on Jakku, the one you mentioned when you told me the story of how you left with the Falcon–"

Chewie interrupted him with a short grunt. Stole the Falcon, he corrected.

Rey rolled her eyes at the playful jab. "I did not steal the Falcon. I helped you get it back, if you want to get technical--"

"Okay, no one stole the Falcon," Luke's voice rose as he tried to keep the conversation on track. "The girl who helped you bring the map back to the Resistance, I need you to tell me her name."

Rey pursed her lips, still not giving a straight answer. "Her name is Commander Endellion."

Luke let out a short breath of air. "And who is she?"

"Lyra Endellion is a Resistance fighter, their Commander of Covert Operatives," Rey continued, careful not to say too much. "She was on a mission with another pilot called Poe Dameron when she came to Jakku looking for Lor San Tekka."

With the names involved, the story made much more sense. The first version Rey had told him a week ago was so incoherent, he barely understood that Leia had been the one to send the scavenger. It was painfully ironic that Shara and Kes Dameron's son had followed exactly in their footsteps.

There was the crashing, terrifying truth of knowing that his daughter had done the very same. She would be almost twenty-six years old, and he had missed everything. He had felt them die, he had felt his heart ripped out of his chest until he was kneeled on the floor of a shuttle, barely breathing. Confusion, terrified realization, and loss. There was no possibility that Lyra was alive.

And yet, she was. Her life force was distant, but it was still there. Brighter than the light of the sun.

"Okay," Luke nodded, struggling to form any more words. "That's all I wanted to know."

Rey was incredulous, looking ready to burst with the information she was sitting on. "That's it? You don't have anything else to say? For the love of the Force"--Rey stood up from her seat-- "She's your daughter!"

Rey clapped a hand over her mouth, aware that she had just done the very thing she said she wouldn't. Even Luke could tell that Rey had formed a strong bond with Lyra, and she had just betrayed her trust.

Luke asked the final question that was burning on his chest. There was nothing left to hold him back, anyway. "Does she know that?"

Rey looked up at the stars. "Yes. She didn't for most of her life, but she found out when I was with her at Maz's castle. She wanted to come to Ahch-to, and I think she almost did. But she said her place was with the Resistance, just like mine," Rey kept her voice sharp. "I know you promised to train me, but you have to come back with me, too. We can't do this alone."

Luke stood up too quickly, and his knees cracked from lack of use. Just another reminder of the years that had passed. "And I think you can understand that I can't face what I left and try to pick up all the pieces. They're better off without me, and they have been for years."

"They're in danger," Rey warned him. "All of them, the entire fleet is at risk. Something happened to Leia, I felt it. They've been left in the darkness. Your nephew is the cause of some of it," Rey spat with distaste. "But the rest of it is the lack of hope that's been in desperate need of renewal for years."

Luke frowned. "I'm not the only Jedi that still roams the galaxy, Rey, you know this. There are beings without formal training out there, more than even I am aware of."

"Yes, but you're the one with the name Skywalker. You're a symbol of hope, just like your sister. She's been trying to do this all on her own for so long, the least you could do is come back for her," Rey argued.

Chewie grunted in agreement, which did nothing but add to the guilt that Rey was expertly laying on him.

A storm was brewing on the horizon. Far away and across the waters to the north, he could see the electric flashes of lightning.

If Cora were there, she would tell him to stop wallowing in his own pity. But there was still something holding him back from leaving the island, the same apprehension that had settled in his chest years ago. He knew he wasn't a savior, and disappointing everyone again would be a miserable fate.

"One more night," Rey told him without pretense. "And then I'm leaving. You can come with me or you can stay, but I can't sit here and watch all of my friends become stardust. It's your choice, Master Skywalker."

Luke wanted to tell her the same thing he had been telling her for days. It's the Force, this is a test of your strength. Don't fall for it like I once did.

But this time it was different. There was a danger pulling at the heels of the Resistance, and there was a truth to Rey's words. He also had the distinct fear that his daughter was at the center of all of it.

He watched Rey stalk away from the Falcon and back up the hill without a second glance back. Luke settled back onto his seat and stared at the fire in front of him. In his mind, he saw Cora raising and lowering the flames, holding them in her hand like she could control the galaxy. If Cora were here, If Cora were here, If Cora were here.

Chewie groaned a few words of agreement with Rey. The Wookie would be leaving, too.

"I know, Chewie," Lule sighed. He stared straight into the fire and willed it to give him an answer. Anything that might show him what he needed to do to make this right again. "I know."

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...THE RADDUS

𝐓𝐇𝐄 holo screen beeped with orange light and Eden lunged. They had already missed her window once, and the transmission sequence was becoming tedious. The systems were primed, and it looked like she might have hit her target.

"Raddus to Finn and Rose," Eden sighed, already knowing they couldn't hear her.

Nothing but static. Lyra looked up at the ceiling, willing something good to happen.  They were all in the basement command room after the fallout of the Anodyne.  Aliyah was, of course, upstairs, but the rest of them remained steadfast in their plans.

Reeve, who had been on the floor messing with the wiring of their repurposed holo table, picked up her head and said, "Try it now."

Skeptically, Eden ran through the sequence again. A garbled voice cut through the noise. Ever-so-careful not to disrupt the connection, Lyra gingerly spun the dial to try and bring the frequency back into focus.

"Hello? Damnit. Hello? Rose, I think this thing is busted." Finn said.

Lyra wanted to cry with relief. "No, we can hear you!"

"Thank the Force, we've been trying to contact the fleet!" Rose said, echoing her repose.

Lyra frowned, looking around at her sorry excuse for a command room. Elgie rolled around whistling along to a spacepop song.

"How's everything going?" Lyra asked.

"Before you answer, have BeeBee-Eight patch through your location so we can keep track," Eden said, glancing up at the screen.

While they waited, Lyra stepped to the side and picked up her own com. "Poe?"

"Lyra?" he echoed, matching her tone.

She rolled her eyes. "You might want to get down here. We have Finn and Rose."

There was some muffled static and what sounded like an excited I'll be right there.

A second later, their coordinates popped up on the screen. Canto Bight.

"Things are going fine," Finn stuttered. It sounded like a lie.

"Ooo, hold that thought," Eden grinned as the idea popped into her head. "We'll be able to see you in about two seconds."

"You don't need to do that!" Finn said quickly. It was his cover-up voice, the one where he got painfully awkward when he tried to lie.

Eden's fingers twitched over the holoprojector. "Too late."

On the disc-shaped monitor, the forms of Finn and Rose appeared. For a second, Lyra was just relieved to see the two of them standing unharmed. But then she caught sight of the scene behind them. Prison bars. They were standing in a cell. Bee, who chirped jovially, was still off-screen.

"Shit," Lyra's stomach dropped. "You guys are in jail?"

"Don't freak out!" Finn said, holding out his hands like it was going to help the situation.

Lyra scoffed. Between her exhausted state and the scene in front of her, she was definitely freaking out. "A little late for that. What happened?"

"I told you we should have tried for Dameron," Finn muttered to Rose. "He wouldn't have freaked out."

"I can still hear you!" Lyra reminded him, miffed.

"We had a parking violation. Apparently, they don't like it when people crash land on their pristine little beaches," Rose said, still seething. Her eyes were narrowed, and the soft lines of her face looked harsh in the dim light of the jail cell.

"We would know," Georgie shuddered from the corner. "Can't say I haven't been in a similar situation before."

"Did you manage to find Calrissian?" Lyra found herself asking, knowing the answer already.

So solemnly, Rose shook her head. "No. No plom bloom, and we searched the entire casino. Just a bunch of rich people who couldn't care less about anything but their drinks and gambling."

What would Leia think of this? Her best strategists condemned to a basement, cobbling together a plan that hinged on yet another lost legend? Lyra had been running calculations for the last hour, and she kept coming up empty. The logistics of the infiltration of a First Order star destroyer were not worth the risks. With Calrissian out of the equation, Lyra made up her mind.

"Your lives are more important than this mission, so I want you to focus on just getting out of there, okay?"

"Lyra," Finn complained, fervently trying to convince her it wasn't a lost cause. "We can't give up now! We're so close!"

"Unless you have a thief in your pocket, there's no way in hell you're going to be out of there in time," Lyra snapped. The nausea of her exhaustion twisted her stomach in a knot. "The fleet has less than a day of fuel. I want you back on this ship before we make the jump, and the only way that's going to happen is if you come back now."

By the time she finished talking, she was out of breath. When things began to fall apart, Lyra was cursed with the blessing of seeing exactly where they were fracturing, the points where things were most weak. This plan, the idea of disabling the tracker, the whole thing was in shambles. She was overcompensating for her lack of foresight, anyone could see that.

The feeling of incompetence sat on her shoulders like a dead weight. You are unfit to lead. Under these conditions, I need a squadron of covert operatives that are under stable leadership. Holdo wasn't completely out of line for the comment. Lyra's stability had been pulled out from under her feet the moment the bridge exploded.

"We aren't coming back, not until we finish the job," Finn nodded, remaining steadfast.

Lyra wished there was a mute button on her end of the transmission so she could scream. Finn wasn't listening to her, and he had suddenly turned into a carbon-copy of Poe Dameron when it came to his heroics. Any other time she would've admired Finn for it, but there was no time left. She couldn't lose the two of them on a whim.

"Elgie," Lyra said to her droid. "Run the diagnostics again."

Elgie complied, reaching out her utility arm. The holoprojector above her mechanical head glowed green, showing the numbers of their dwindling fuel supply.

"Twenty-three hours of fuel," Lyra read to them, dragging a tired hand through her hair. "Thirty if we need to make a lightspeed jump. That isn't enough time--"

"What's that noise?" Finn asked, lowering his voice.

Without answering, Lyra walked over to the door. Pressing her palm into the control panel, she waited for the steady whine of the hydraulics. With a hiss, it slid open to reveal Poe.

He poked his head through the doorway. "You know, I think we should have a password to get in here."

She wrinkled her nose. "This isn't a secret club."

The door slid shut behind him with an echoic slam. "It kinda feels like it."

"Poe!" Finn laughed. He didn't waste a second before he started talking. "Man, it's so good to see you!"

Poe smiled at the image of his friend. The tired creases at the corners of his eyes faded. "You too, pal."

At the sound of Poe's voice, an excited Bee rolled in front of the screen, chirping out a rushed explanation. He described Canto Bight and the daring adventure that had almost ended with their escape. Lyra glanced over to see Poe grinning like a proud parent.

"How's it going over there?" Poe asked Finn when Bee had exhausted himself with the storytelling.

"Long story short," Finn sighed, "We're in jail."

"Shit," Poe swore. "You guys are in jail?"

"It's like you're the same person," Eden muttered, glancing between Poe and Lyra.

"And they didn't find the codebreaker--" Lyra continued for him.

The deep voice of someone off the screen cut her off. "Codebreaker?"

"Who's that?" Poe asked, leaning forward as if it might help him see. "Who's talking?"

"I dunno," Finn said, looking over his shoulder. He lowered his voice. "I think there's someone else in here with us."

"Well no shit," Georgie said. Ellis punched him in the shoulder, stifling a laugh.

"If you're looking for a codebreaker," the deep voice of the man said, "you've come to the right place."

Impatiently, Lyra waited for Finn or Rose to move so they would be able to see who was talking. If they had caught the attention of another inmate, it didn't bode well for their escape.

"We're looking for a codebreaker, not a thief," Rose snapped, keeping her chin held high.

"Ah," the man said gruffly. Fabric rustled, and boot steps echoed off-screen. "I might be many things, little lady, but I'm no thief."

The figure appeared on the holo screen. Leia Organa had sent out a distress signal to all of their remaining allies, one of whom was Lando Calrissian. He had gone off the grid some years ago, but Lyra assumed anyone who had helped the rebels as he did might have had a change of heart. But there he was, standing in front of her on Canto Bight.

Dressed in a tailored suit, he looked fresh off of the gambling table. He was clean-shaven and hardly worse for wear, clearly able to stay afloat because of his gambling skills and lack of affiliation with the Resistance. And right on his lapel, reflecting the dim light of the cell, was a cherry-red flower. The plom bloom.

"Lando Calrissian." She recognized his face from the holo pictures in old Resistance records. Without thinking, she said, "Fitting that you'd be behind bars."

A deep laugh echoed from his throat. "You sound exactly like your mother," Lando told her lightly.

Lyra didn't flinch. There was not even a hint of a smile on her face.

"Maz told us you would be able to help," Poe said, hard-pressed to stay focused on the situation at hand, "She said you were the only person she knew who was up for the job."

Lando gave them a roguish grin. "You need a codebreaker? That's what I do best, and you'll be happy to know that I'm behind bars for a good reason. Your general tasked me with a little investigative duty. I've been here and there, living among the high-rollers and looking for any who might be sympathetic to our cause. I'm responsible these days," Lando smiled, seeing right through Lyra's skepticism. "This just wasn't my lucky day," he gestured around him at the jail cell.

Lyra's cheeks burned. So she had been wrong about Lando and wrong about how much the General had told her. Embarrassing didn't cut it. Mortifying might have been a better word. She was waiting for someone to say I told you so to echo the voice in her head. Things were slipping through her fingers like smoke.

"We're running on fumes. We're out of chances, and Vice Admiral Holdo isn't interested in reviewing options with anyone but herself," Lyra explained, inches away from pleading. "Can you help us?"

Lando considered this. He brushed some of the dust off the sleeve. He had to have heard about the fate of Han Solo if he had been in contact with Leia. From what Lyra knew, the two smugglers had been good friends.

"For General Organa?" Lando smiled, only a hint of sadness behind his eyes. "Anything."

"Alright," Poe said with a forced grin. "Finn, Rose, you guys know the plan. Calrissian'll help you, and we're here if you run into any trouble. Keep us updated."

Finn looked relieved, but Rose was still grimacing as the holo switched off.

Eden slumped forward, dropping whatever facade she had been putting on. "Twenty three hours of fuel? This is insanity."

"Those are the best kinds of plans," Ellis said, rubbing his hands together.

"You would say that," Reeve deadpanned.

"And what exactly is that supposed to mean, Tailor?"

She crossed her arms over her uniform. "I think you know."

"Enough!" Lyra said, snapping the fingers on her left hand to prove her point. "We don't have time for this."

Poe blinked at her. Then he turned to Eden and asked, "Did you just see that?"

"Yeah," Eden nodded thickly, eyes trained on Lyra's hand.

"See what?" Lyra demanded, brows furrowing. All of them were looking at her with wide-eyed disbelief.

"Do it again," Reeve told her, curious. She leaned across the command desk and pointed at Lyra's arm. "Snap your fingers, just like you did a second ago."

Skeptically, Lyra held up her hand. She had to be imagining it, but she could still feel the power burning around her skin with feverish intensity. And when she snapped, yellow light flickered around the edge of her skin, threatened to burst into flame. She blinked and it went away.

"Shit," Lyra muttered to herself.

"How did you do that?" Poe said from next to her. The space between his eyebrows creased with a frown. "Is that a normal thing for you?"

"Not usually," Lyra said dryly, not certain she wanted to test her theory any further. It was dangerous, but she needed to know.

She held her palm out, feeling the charged particles of the Force. She focused on the molecules of the air, manipulating their motion and forcing them to generate heat. It only took a second's concentration for a small flame to leap to life in the palm of her hand. It burned with heat, but it didn't hurt. It just felt like her hand had fallen asleep, tingling with numbness. But as soon as she flipped her hand over again, the flame was gone and so was the feeling.

"That's so cool," Ellis said, looking like a little kid who had just been told what the Force was for the first time.

"So that's how you saved Eden's life," Reeve smiled like a proud mother. "You parted the flames. Did you know you could do that?"

"No," Lyra said honestly. "I had no idea. I knew I would do anything to save her, and I just did it."

"I owe you, like, twenty seven life debts at this point," Eden told her.

"You owe me nothing, just like I've told you the twenty six other times," Lyra answered.

Poe kept looking over intermittently, listening intently to the conversation. An idea was forming in his head, Lyra could tell. He got that look when he was deep in concentration, jaw set and brown eyes narrowed in thought.

"Anyway," Eden said, switching the topic of conversation. "We don't have a plan for getting around Holdo, how are we supposed to do anything on our side to help Finn and Rose?"

Elgie let out a low pitched squeal as Ellis bumped into her in his rush forward. "She does have a plan, thought. She just hasn't told us what it is. Maybe, maybe we're approaching this from the wrong perspective."

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Lyra realized what they needed to do. It was time to switch tactics; they needed to get a step ahead of Holdo by playing her game.

"We're going to need access to all communication on the bridge."

Reeve's lips twisted into a mischievous grin. "Consider it done."

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a/n a lil background from luke (the tiny!lyra scene has my heart), an update on the rey situation, and yet another chaotic plan 😈  all in a days work 🌝

I hope this chapter wasn't too slow!! It's hard to balance action and background information when they're all stuck on a ship 🧍let me know your thoughts if you have any and as always thank u for reading <3

*this chapter sponsored in part by 'savior complex' by phoebe bridgers*

--nat