Don't be chosen, make the choice to choose...

[thinkingerman]

Characters: Asuka and Han Solo
Location: Some random shop that sells speeders.
Planet: Coruscant
When: Tonight, tonight, it's a beautiful night...
What: Asuka's window shopping... Okay, actually, she's just eying the weird vehicle designs and missing her Eva and hating her life because she can't pilot starfighters as well as it. Han just happens to

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[initformoney]

[Han isn't actually looking at the speedsters. He's just walking. But Asuka's voice catches his attention and he looks up to see what she's so unimpressed by. It's a speeder. Pretty ancient looking, but to be fair, so's everything around here. And honestly, it does look better than any other speeders he's seen around here so far.]

Not compared to the stuff they make in my time, but it's all right for here and now.

[And he looks closer. There's a sign advertising its origins. He smirks.]

Plus. Corellian. That's where the best ships come from. [Also the best pilots. ...aka Han.]

[thinkingerman]

In my time, there's no need for all those unnecessary controls. The skill of the pilot is determined by how well you sync, among other things. [She whirls away from the window and faces Han. Well, attractive older man not talking to her like she's a child. There's a few plusses.]

But I have to take what I can get.

[initformoney]

How well you sync? What's that even mean?

[thinkingerman]

[ARE YOU DUMB? Asuka thinks so.]

How backwards can these planets be? You don't even know what a sync ratio is? Hmph. [She inhales and then blows on the glass, fogging it up and then begins to draw a series of patterns illustrating some kind of... Physics bullshit.] The Eva and its pilot are mentally linked- if you can't sync with your Eva, you can't pilot it. It's simple.

[To her, it is, anyway, but she's also been doing tests since she was five.]