Love at First Sight
I know as soon as I see her.
Forget Bastila and her delusions about Force sensitivity, forget the old man and his vague declarations of destiny, forget Carth and his paranoid theories . . . This is why I'm here. This is what I dreamed of in my ground-stuck youth, in my short but endless career of hopping from freighter to transport to scout ship to battleship. Only this.
She's perfect.
"Ah, there she is—the Ebon Hawk! My pride and joy, the fastest ship in the Outer Rim."
Even after an acquaintance of minutes, I knew Davik Kang was stuffed to the brim with it; nevertheless, I believe him. Even now she looks poised to fly, her front veiwports facing the sky as if she's looking up towards the void above. As if she wants to be gone from this urban nightmare of a planet as much as I do.
Soon, I promise her wordlessly. We will do great things together, you and I.
Maybe something of my thoughts shows on my face, because Davik steps between us and reaches out to pat her with an avuncular smile. I want to punch it right off his face for daring to put his hands on my ship. "Note the state of the art security system I've had installed to protect her. The shields are completely impregnable. Nobody can get past them without the codes to try and steal my baby."
Your baby? What kind of idiot could call this full-fledged beauty a baby? He obviously doesn't know a thing about her. But I will—every crawlspace, every pitch of her engines' song, every modification and flaw. She's mine. She was always meant for me. Davik was just holding onto her until I came along. Now all I have to do is get her away from him. And if I have to step over his blasted body to do it . . .so much the better.
When I smile at him, I am careful not to show my teeth.
AN: I don't know why, but I'm amused by the idea of a PC being fanatically attached to the Ebon Hawk in a Malcolm Reynolds/Jack Sparrow-y way. It almost certainly has nothing to do with my childhood desire for a spaceship of my own.
"The old man" would refer to Wrinkle-skin Rukil from the Outcast settlement; he makes all sorts of vague and amusingly infuriating references to the PC's great "destiny." This version of Revan didn't buy them for a minute.