[ Once they're outside, it does feel oddly comfortable. Even though it's a press of bodies and noise and lights. Easy to get lost here. He's still cautious as always, sticking close to Carata. Then again, it's not like he could completely lose her, not when the whole of them are mentally linked.

His mental image of the Finalizer sticks, brief flashes of memories filling in the spaces between. The sound of troopers marching, the transparisteel viewports, the flutter of Phasma's ridiculous cloak. ]

A lot of people consider it home.

[ And so does he. Planets never held much thrall for him. Not even Starkiller. ]

Not exactly. The spaciousness was desirable, but the lack of doors is... [ How does he put this. ] Disconcerting.

[ But hey, back to the original topic. ] Where are we heading?