[ (Quite unfortunately, he knows he can never really take Ren off-guard).
Though, there is a freedom of riding along, focusing only on the destination and how to get there. Over the terrain– rocky here, grassy there, small hills and valleys, outcroppings. It's been a long time since he's felt a strong wind on his face or had to deal with the pitfalls of places that weren't perfectly paved spaceports and spaceship decks.
So oddly, by the time they arrive, his mood has leveled out. Not that it took particularly long to get there, since the bikes chewed through distance with excellent speed. The engines are disengaged and the locking lever holds it in place for him and Steve to both get off. Steve gets to the ground first and Hux makes a face at the squelch of mud underneath his boots. Well, no helping it. Shifting his bag, he steps down, ignoring how he sinks a quarter inch into the soft ground.
They've checked course a few times, but he does so again, satisfied when the datapad reads out their location as where they'd intended to go. ]
Nothing. We may encounter some later, though, so best to be cautious.
[ There's a quiet question that hangs at the end of the sentence as he glances at Ren, willing to hear his input on whether there's anyone close by. That's his forte, isn't it? ]
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Though, there is a freedom of riding along, focusing only on the destination and how to get there. Over the terrain– rocky here, grassy there, small hills and valleys, outcroppings. It's been a long time since he's felt a strong wind on his face or had to deal with the pitfalls of places that weren't perfectly paved spaceports and spaceship decks.
So oddly, by the time they arrive, his mood has leveled out. Not that it took particularly long to get there, since the bikes chewed through distance with excellent speed. The engines are disengaged and the locking lever holds it in place for him and Steve to both get off. Steve gets to the ground first and Hux makes a face at the squelch of mud underneath his boots. Well, no helping it. Shifting his bag, he steps down, ignoring how he sinks a quarter inch into the soft ground.
They've checked course a few times, but he does so again, satisfied when the datapad reads out their location as where they'd intended to go. ]
Nothing. We may encounter some later, though, so best to be cautious.
[ There's a quiet question that hangs at the end of the sentence as he glances at Ren, willing to hear his input on whether there's anyone close by. That's his forte, isn't it? ]