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Dec. 28th, 2016 09:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
imthepilotBodhi lingers around the ramp of the ship, making a show of cleaning a slightly grubby registration plate. In truth, he hadn't had more than a few hours sleep, unable to get Galen out of his mind. And then he'd remembered the blood from the kyber crate and had given up sleep in place of cleaning.
The ship smelt of disinfectant but that was better than rancid blood. The new cargo helped . Some exotic lumber some minor imperial dignitary had to have. Bodhi didn't know if it was for some ritual celebration, an art piece or an admiral's steam-room renovations. And he really didn't care. It had a warm, spicy scent Bodhi found stimulating.
Something about it make him think of Galen.
Galen who he was lingering here in hope of seeing. He was loaded and had clearance but he wasn't leaving until he did, how ever briefly it might be.
The ship smelt of disinfectant but that was better than rancid blood. The new cargo helped . Some exotic lumber some minor imperial dignitary had to have. Bodhi didn't know if it was for some ritual celebration, an art piece or an admiral's steam-room renovations. And he really didn't care. It had a warm, spicy scent Bodhi found stimulating.
Something about it make him think of Galen.
Galen who he was lingering here in hope of seeing. He was loaded and had clearance but he wasn't leaving until he did, how ever briefly it might be.
