[One of the wondrous things Rey has found about being a soldier for the Natha is the fact that there seems to be no such thing as a language barrier anymore. She can tell when someone isn't speaking Basic, but it still sounds like- well, like the Nysan language, but she's been thinking of it vaguely as Basic because it's a little less of a stretch to think an entirely new language has been placed into her head without her knowing or giving anyone that permission.
It's not Basic that she hears in her ears now, not the Binary of a droid or the guttural squaking of Teedospeak, not Huttese or any of the other languages she taught herself in a lonely metal home on a planet of sand and heat, but all the same when she hears it she knows that the voice is saying.
And her head comes up and finds the source almost at once, somehow. Reaching up to fiddle with her own strange heater-turned-communicator, she answers right back.]
That should be the last thing on your mind, considering what we're here to do.
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It's not Basic that she hears in her ears now, not the Binary of a droid or the guttural squaking of Teedospeak, not Huttese or any of the other languages she taught herself in a lonely metal home on a planet of sand and heat, but all the same when she hears it she knows that the voice is saying.
And her head comes up and finds the source almost at once, somehow. Reaching up to fiddle with her own strange heater-turned-communicator, she answers right back.]
That should be the last thing on your mind, considering what we're here to do.