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[imthepilot]

Bodhi 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.

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[galen_erso]

"I will see you soon," Galen says, with total conviction. The Force wants something from them and won't part them before they have done it.

So he kisses Bodhi one last time, and lets go.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi kisses back, passionately before stepping back.

"Till next time, chief scientist Erso." He can't even try to sound formal. Not as breathless and emotional as he is.

[galen_erso]

Unable.to say anything at all, Galen merely nods.and walks away, back straight and hating every step.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi focuses on his take off procedures, waiting till Galen is well clear before starting his assent.

The scientist who first caused Bodhi problems the first time happens to be coming down the cargo platform as Galen is heading back up. "Keeping a close eyes on them, sir? Very wise. Can't trust their kind. Always breaking or stealing something."

[galen_erso]

"No," Galen says, still in earshot. "Rook is good people. That much clear. We'd all starve without our cargo pilots. How is that new cluster coming on?"

Political lies only go that far for Galen Erso.