#act 2 = they'll reunite with kleya maybe and shit goes down shortly after that

[spaceprincessleia]

Right, this is barely an outline, but I came up with a cute idea for the Velcinta action adventure with Kleya and probably Aphra, and I’d like to share a scene outline with you. The rest will be 100 % inspired by Flight of the Silverbird from Two Steps from Hell, and probably be the end of act 1.

“What in the galaxy is our cargo?! Kleya?”

“That is not for us to know.”

“Us? You mean you don’t know either?”

“We do as he tells us, Vel. But you wouldn’t know anything about that, would you?”

“You don’t know. He didn’t tell you. He didn’t tell you!”

“Well, you lost them, didn’t you?”

“Barely. Who were they? What do they want?”

“You’re off course,” Kleya changed topic, a displeased frown on her face. “You should be on your way to Coruscant.”

“I know. We just got attacked, remember?”

“Vel, we can’t afford to lose time. Get back. On course. To Coruscant.”

Vel hated when she talked to her like that, her voice as condescending as if she were talking to a child. “I said I know. Let us catch our breath for a bit, okay?”

“Catch your breath?! Cinta? Let me speak with Cinta.”

Vel rolled her eyes, and turned the commlink’s screen to face Cinta.

“Hey, Cinta. A little help here?” Vel noticed Kleya’s tone slightly soften, and she knew Cinta heard it, too, even if she couldn’t tell her.

Cinta shrugged. “Vel’s the pilot. What do you want me to do? We’ll take five, and then we get back on course, like you said. It’ll be fine.”

When Vel returned to the screen, Cinta moved her hand horizontally across her throat, straight and with palm down. “Cut her off,” she mouthed silently.

Vel nodded slightly, and interrupted Kleya; she hadn’t listened to her for a few seconds, and no idea what she was on about. “Kleya? I think you’re breaking off.” She shook the comm link theatrically, switching back and forth between holding it up to her ear, and staring at the screen the screen with feigned confusion. “Well, everything’s under control here, situation, uh, normal. I’ll let you know as soon as we’re back on course. Sorry, what? Hang on, I’ll— �� She hit the button, and the device switched off.

Cinta snorted, eyebrows raised in amusement. “Situation normal? Really?”

Vel scrunched her nose and grinned. “Well. It worked, didn’t it? Now …” She directed her attention to the control panel of the ship. “Let’s see where we are.”

“You want to enter atmosphere?”

“Yeah. Just for a spin, fly off the adrenaline. We’ll be fine for a few minutes, right? And if there were hostiles here, we would know by now.”

Cinta held both hands up, palms facing away from her. “Like I said, you’re the pilot. And I wouldn’t be alive right now without you, so, yeah, let’s go for a spin.”