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“Eadu Tower, this is Cargo Hauler NH-477. Please advise. Repeat, please advise.” Bodhi held the mike to his lips, searching through the view-screen from some sign of what the hell was going on.

The storm had come up suddenly as the convoy was coming in. Bodhi’s smaller, lighter ship had been blown sideways hard and it had taken all his skills to keep from being dashed against Eadu’s ragged outcrops.

But now he’d lost contact with the other ships; his sensors scrambled by the storm and visibility reduced to almost nothing. “Eadu Tower, this is Cargo Hauler NH-477. I have lost contact with fleet. Please advise landing procedures. Eadu Tower, please come in!”

The knot in his stomach tightened when all he got back was static. Had something happened to Eadu Tower? To the research facilities? Bodhi knew all too well how fragile these little bubbles of duristeel they flew really were. How close they were every moment to the cold hard death of space. But he knew just as well what a crashing ship could do to anything it connected with.

He banked hard as a gust of wind sent the ship sideways, managing to break the tip of one wing off on the jutting black promontory rather than ripping open the ship’s belly.

Not good. Not good at all.

“Cargo Hauler NH-477, this is Eadu Actual. Abort landing. Repeat, abort landing. Cargo platform and tower have been compromised.”

“Eadu Actual, requesting alternative landing. Ship damaged. Cannot re-enter orbit. Please advise. Please advise!” Warning lights flashed and klaxons cried. It wasn’t that bad. He could still land. He had to land. One way or another, he was going down.

The wait for an answer seemed like an eternity. The voice on the other end was frightened and tired. “Cargo Hauler NH-477, here’s a flatish outcropping 2.3 clicks north, north west of Cargo Platform. Set down there if you can. That’s all I can do for you.”

Bodhi swung the ship around hard, already scanning. “Roger Eadu Actual, I am on route.” He dropped the radio and held the stick with both hands, desperately trying to get the ship down in more or less one piece.

It wasn’t easy. Or clean. Bodhi felt one landing strut snap as he brought the ship down, landing on an awkward lean. He scrambled into rain-poncho and cap as he freed his rescue pack from its locker.

He didn’t know if the base was under attack or if a ship had come down badly. Either way, he had to get down there. He tried to tell himself he would have done the same anywhere. Pilots and crews looked out for each other. But he knew it was Galen he was running to. Stars, let him be smart enough to stay away from danger!

He slipped and scrambled down the slope, riding the rivulets and waterfalls the landscape had become. Sharp stones cut though his gloves and flight suit but he ignored the pain. He had to get down there.

The view that greeted him as he made the ridge was the nightmare of any pilot. Two heavy haulers, one wedged under the other. Tittering on the edge of the platform, all that held them up with the shattered tower, the spindly structure groaning under the weight.

He raced the rest of the way down in a controlled fall, landing on the hard tarmac with ankle jarring force. There wasn’t time to care.

Eadu station was not heavily manned. Other than the scientists, there was very minimal support and logistic team. Most of the rescuers come from other ship – those who had managed to land safely or got out before the two larger ships connected.

There were crew still trapped in the lower of the two ships and those who could were cutting at the mangled hatches with lances and vibro-blades. White hot durosteel splattered and screamed under the torrents of rain, sparking unpredictably.

Bodhi ran for the other ship, reaching up to help injured crew climb down from the warped hatch, running them to the waiting medical carriers. A massive T'Syriél cargo handler, the side of his face badly burned, fell into Bodhi’s arms, barely conscious as his feet giving out on the slick and twisted ramp. Bodhi tried to take his weight but the little human was too small to support the towering orange alien alone.

Suddenly someone else was there, taking the man’s other arm. “I’ve got him. Let’s go.”

At first Bodhi didn’t even register that it was Galen on the T'Syriél’s other side. But he felt the knot in his gut relax, as if he’s been holding his breath and just remembered how to breathe.

And then something else hit his senses like a blow to the chest. The smell of fuel.

He dumped the cargo handler and grabbed Galen. The scientist half fell as the giant’s full weight shifted onto him but Bodhi had the front of Galen’s tunic, dragging him forward. “Run!” He screamed, half running, half scrabbling to keep them both upright.

He glanced over his shoulder only to realise it was already too late.

He threw Galen down, trying to ignore to thud as Galen hit the wet durocrete. He fell onto Galen, covered the scientist’s body with his own as he pulling up his suit’s hood up.

The fireball reached them before the sound of the explosion, Bodhi screaming as the heat seared him through the tears in his flash-resistant flightsuit. But he protected Galen, staying sprawled over him till the oxygen burnt off and the flame dissipated. There was a horrible, choking moment of asphyxiation before air rushed in to fill the void and the super-heated water around them boiled to steam.

There was almost a moment a peace before the shockwave hit them, throwing them across the landing pad.

The silence that followed was absolute, their eardrums temporarily shocked into uselessness. Bodhi tried to open his eyes but the pain was too much, too great. But it didn’t matter. He still had hold of Galen’s hand. And Galen was still squeezing tight. They were both alive.

Date: 2016-12-30 02:36 am (UTC)
galen_erso: (Enraged)
From: [personal profile] galen_erso
Fingers thread through his own. "Bodhi!" Galen's voice croaks.

There are alarms somewhere, and the footsteps of both droids and people running towards them.

Date: 2016-12-30 06:48 am (UTC)
galen_erso: (Shocked)
From: [personal profile] galen_erso
Galen's voice is giving them orders, croaking, short and gruff; and then, Bodhi is put down somewhere soft, then raised, and moving, feet around them.

Galen is telling those people to to faster.

Date: 2016-12-30 07:41 am (UTC)
galen_erso: (Default)
From: [personal profile] galen_erso
Galen is telling them to hurry, to call ahead and get the bacta ready. One of the medics asks him a question, and Galen coughs "For him, of course!"

Date: 2016-12-30 08:53 am (UTC)
galen_erso: (Default)
From: [personal profile] galen_erso
"Don't be ridiculous," Galen says. "The pilot comes first; he must be badly burned."

Date: 2016-12-30 10:42 am (UTC)
galen_erso: (Uniform)
From: [personal profile] galen_erso
"Let me see him safely in bacta, and I'm all yours," Galen says, as charmingly as stubborn. "I do ralise my head is very valuable to the Empire, but so is his backside. How else is he to do all the pant-seats flying he needs on these little backwater planets in the outer rim?"

Date: 2016-12-30 11:55 am (UTC)
galen_erso: (Empire)
From: [personal profile] galen_erso
"I am making sense," Galen protest. He rises to his feet and brushes the medics off. "Pilot. Bacta. Now. And don't feed me that banthashit about pilots not taking bacta. That is tie-fighter pilots trying to be as macho as possible, and mostly a legend, anyway."

Pause.

"And don't tell me you're all out of the stuff. This is a research station, and young scientists get careless. I remember signing an order no more than ten days ago."

Date: 2016-12-30 12:22 pm (UTC)
galen_erso: (Uniform)
From: [personal profile] galen_erso
No such luck.

"I have a hard head," Galen says. "So, if you want me compliant, be quick about this. For one, where is the bacta I ordered, and secondly, he can have all of what you would alot to me, as I have a hard head."

He stands in front of her, straight despite his injury, calm and unmoving.
Edited Date: 2016-12-30 12:23 pm (UTC)

Date: 2016-12-30 12:50 pm (UTC)
galen_erso: (Default)
From: [personal profile] galen_erso
Galen sits, by way of a concession.

"All the bacta you can spare," he says, "for that pilot who saved my ass. Without which, you know, I wouldn't have the spine needed to carry that valuable head of mine around."

Beat.

"I mean it. I dont just say that to alleviate my conscience and put my gratitude in your hands where it could go missing with no fault of mine."
Edited Date: 2016-12-30 12:50 pm (UTC)

Date: 2016-12-30 02:01 pm (UTC)
galen_erso: (Empire)
From: [personal profile] galen_erso
Galen hadn't noticed up to now, but he's not going to admit to that.

"So you would waste even more time and resources on me?" he says, instead. "Get a droid to clean up the burn and put on some sticking plaster. And make me a list of what you need, after everybody is seen to, and I will sign off on it. This mustn't happen again."

He peers over to where Bodhi is being treated, to see how badly injured he is.

Date: 2016-12-30 03:00 pm (UTC)
galen_erso: (Enraged)
From: [personal profile] galen_erso
That is probably as close as he gets to a deal with her, so he lies back and keeps watching her.

"How bad is he?"

As she seems to have accepted the responsibility he has claimed for the man who saved him, and doesn't question his motives.

Date: 2016-12-30 03:32 pm (UTC)
galen_erso: (Furtive)
From: [personal profile] galen_erso
"Can we skip the gel for me if I do everything else you say without protest or fuss?" Galen says, tamely following her instructions to show his goodwill. "I'd rather divert it for him. I can't ask of anybody else to go short, but that is just a small superficial burn."

Date: 2016-12-30 03:58 pm (UTC)
galen_erso: (Furtive)
From: [personal profile] galen_erso
"Bodhi Rook," Galen answers before he realises that he might not be supposed to know without at least some hesitation.

And she called Bodhi 'his' pilot twice now.

"I'll get to work right away," he promises. "Her me if he wakes up, too. I want to thank him."

That is harmless, right?

Date: 2016-12-30 04:20 pm (UTC)
galen_erso: (Uniform)
From: [personal profile] galen_erso
Galen sits down and gets to work, answering all the messages in order of actual relevance rather than the perceived importance of the caller.

Which means that near the end, he has to spend much more time than he likes stroking Krennic's ego. Not that he likes stroking Krennic's anything at all whatsoever. Hard to believe that as young men, they had been friends of sorts.

After all the lights were go e, Galen gets JP to see if there is a machine that will give him car. And, incidentally, make sure that Bodhi is alive, and catch just a glimpse of him.

Because his pilot is wonderful, and looking at him makes Galen feel better.

Date: 2016-12-30 04:46 pm (UTC)
galen_erso: (Default)
From: [personal profile] galen_erso
Galen looks around for the droid as he wouldn't waste the medic's time by asking her where he can get car.

Not other than that, settles down where he can see Bodhi but isn't close enough to succumb to the temptation to touch his pilot's narrow cheek.

His pilot. Even though it is probably bad that the medic called him that, the idea warms Galen's heart.
Edited Date: 2016-12-30 04:48 pm (UTC)

Date: 2016-12-30 05:22 pm (UTC)
galen_erso: (Smile)
From: [personal profile] galen_erso
"I like that idea," Galen says. "It's a good way to emphasise the way we are all connected."

Through food. Through life. Through the Force.

"No hardship at all to have this amazing and brave pilot around."

Date: 2016-12-30 05:45 pm (UTC)
galen_erso: (Deep look)
From: [personal profile] galen_erso
"Thank you for my life, Bodhi," Galen says, aware of the audience. "We will talk more when you are better, and you will be."

He takes Bodhi's fingers and briefly squeezes them. This much is innocuous.

Date: 2016-12-30 06:02 pm (UTC)
galen_erso: (Default)
From: [personal profile] galen_erso
Galen follows, hoping he didn't give away too much.

He would hate himself deeply if Bodhi became just another hostage for his continued cooperation, rather than his new hope for life.

Date: 2016-12-30 06:22 pm (UTC)
galen_erso: (Default)
From: [personal profile] galen_erso
"I accept it," Galen says. "He saved my life, and I have known him to be a good man even before that."

He feels horrible -- to have his hope of being with Bodhi granted at such a high cost. People died in that explosion, and Bodhi most likely still has a world of pain ahead of him.

Galen should not be secretly glad at the idea of a whole month with Bodhi. Not at this price.

But he is.

Date: 2016-12-30 06:51 pm (UTC)
galen_erso: (Default)
From: [personal profile] galen_erso
"I will take care of him and see to that," Galen promises. "He won't get out of it, either from modesty or pilot-ly toughness."

Which latter Bodhi won't try on him, but she doesn't need to know how well Galen already knows his pilot.

Date: 2016-12-30 11:03 pm (UTC)
galen_erso: (Default)
From: [personal profile] galen_erso
"Burn? What burn?" Galen says, smiling at her.

He's so relieved about Bodhi, and running on sheer adrenaline and caf, he may be getting a little bit light-headed.

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