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[imthepilot]

It's nearly a month standard before Bodhi can get a haul that leads him back to Eadu. There are too many other runs and too much going on. The Empire needs cargo and they need it everywhere.

Bodhi doesn't always get any say where he's sent. Even if it's the one place in the galaxy he least wants to be.

Jedha.

As much as he hates being wet. As much as he hate the load of Kyber in his hold. AS much as he wanted to just lock the doors and sleep, he is looking forward the being back on Eadu.

And he doesn't want to think too much about that.

About the fact Galen might be the only person in the galaxy who is expecting to see him. The only person who would notice if he didn't show up.

He calls ahead to the tower, radioing in his flight path and arrival time.

He has unpacking to do, he can find Galen once the work is done.

Do the job, move forwards.

Don't look back.

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[imthepilot]

He nods respectfully. "I would have been back sooner. But I was diverted."

He tries not to watch as the two large crates of kyber crystals are unloaded. The power lifting droids stepping in now the delicate cargo is unpacked by hand.

There are scorch marks and strains on one of the crates. The sort Bodhi can't look at. Not if he wants to keep what little is in his stomach.

[galen_erso]

"Everything iis there, and our work can continue," Galen says, addressing everybody.

But then looking Bodhi with a tiny shrug and a grateful little smile.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi waits for the other scientists to head off before speaking, his voice low. "My next run is a pick up from here. The freighter I'm collecting from isn't due till late tomorrow. If you feel like sharing a meal..."

He leave the sentence open and hanging.

[galen_erso]

"I would be very grateful," Galen says, watching the others and their droids trundle off happily with their new toys through the rising gale. "I'll see to the installation and testing g of those, and will be back afterwards if that suits you?"

[imthepilot]

"The ship needs cleaning anyway." There's something in his tone that implies he's trying to swallow bile. "If you have somewhere else I could cook, that would be better."

He'd prefer somewhere private, so that can talk but he'd rather scrub the cargo mess top to bottom with his own toothbrush than eat or sleep in the ship tonight.

[galen_erso]

"I do," Galen says. "I have a kitchen all to myself, am eit a small one, that I never use."

[imthepilot]

Bodhi gives him another small nod and touches his hat again, playing the dutiful imperial pilot. "Contact me when you're ready. Sir."

[galen_erso]

"I'll send you a message," Galen says.

Nobody minds them, as everybody is focused on the long-awaited new equipment.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi goes back to his work, setting about cleaning the ship and seeing everything right for his next run.

There's a kind of peace in it. In following standard protocols for a chemical spill or cargo contamination. That was you didn't Have to think about what the contamination was.

He puts himself through the fresher too, using the bigger, water based one in the barracks rather that his own little sonic shower. At least Eadu has no restrictions around water rationing.

[galen_erso]

Can there be too much water? Yes, on Eadu, there can be.

It's still raining when Galen opens his for to Bodhi.

[imthepilot]

The pilot looks well scrubbed, his scruffy hair clean and slicked back, his beard neat. Even his uniform is fresh and clean.

He gives Galen that little not quite smile and adjusts the pack on his shoulder. "May I come in?"

[galen_erso]

Galen steps aside. His quarters are spacious for the station on Eadu, but rather messy. He has cleared a table and two chairs, though, and his little kitchen iis clean, and doesn't show much signs of use. Also, there is no smell of old socks or stale alcohol, just of machinery and documents and drawings.

*Welcome," he says, motioning him inside.

[imthepilot]

"Thanks." He runs a critical eye over the little kitchen. "You really don't cook at all?" He puts the bag down and starts unpacking. Being shuttled around the galaxy this month has been fun but it does mean he's has time to stock up.

This time he can cook a proper meal rather than just the simple stew he made last time.

He pulls out a large earthenware jug and offers it to Galen. The herbal drink he asked aftet

[galen_erso]

Galen takes the jug, and smiles gratefully. "I owe you," he says. "Name your price."

Beat.

"And no, no more than coffee in the morning, or soup from a little if I don't feel like going to the mess. Basically, nothing g more complex than boiling water."

[imthepilot]

Bodhi pauses at that. Price? He had traded it for some undrinkable Mon Calamari brandy his contact refined into something resembling rocket fuel. It hadn't really cost him anything, not anything he wasn't glad to be rid of.

And in an agonizingly short time, he'd started to think of Galen as a friend.

His lips thin, scowling at himself for being so pathetically sad.

"Don't worry about it. Just enjoy it." If it tastes home and that's a good thing for Galen then it was worth the trip.

But then, everything Jedhian tastes bitter to Bodhi right now.

He starts prepping, "I forgot to ask if there's anything you don't eat."

[galen_erso]

"Anything that could be argued to be self aware, anything that has been inside some creature before, or anything that is actually rotten, I would like to pass on," Galen says. "This planet is known for some rather horrid fish specialities which probably fulfil all three of those points, which is why this overly specific caveat."

[imthepilot]

Bodhi can't help but give a soft chuckle that lightness his mood some what. "I think I can get around all of those."

He chops and preps, checking the little oven against the size of his baking dish as he puts together the meal.

"Mon Cala has a dish like that. It can't be exported without special pressure controlled crates or it ferments and explodes."

[galen_erso]

Galen pretends to be shocked. "Oh, I forgot to mention, anything that actually explodes is to be a older as well, if at all possible. At least as far as food is concerned."

[imthepilot]

Thank you, Galen. You actually got Bodhi to smile. That doesn't happen much. Not lately anyway.

"I promise your meal won't talk back, rot, or explode." One tray in the oven, he starts in on making up skewers. "Picked up some Riosan mead. It'll go will with dinner."

He understands that Galen may not want to share the herbal liquor. The enjoyment of some things are personal and best does alone. Especially if they're loaded with memories.

He looks around the room while he waits for his pan to heat up, trying to understand Galen better.

[galen_erso]

Galen and his personal space are all about his work and his research, scientific publication's from all over the Galaxy as well as sources, including materials from some singed Jedi library. However, there are a few personal mementoes as well -- a Jeddhean tapestry in deep jewel hues, depicting the spiritual cosmos of the Force, small statues of leaping, graceful animals with horns, and a child's drawings of the usual things children drew a few years back, before the Empire turned everything upside-down: Jedi with lightsabres, shaggy creatures that might be either Wookies or Ewoks, flying spaceships and shiny sunsets, and groups of stick figures labelled in a childish scrawl. These seem the oldest layer in the room, as if Galen had put them up when he arrived and other things had encroached as time went on.

"Can I get you some tea, at least?" he offers.

[imthepilot]

"Please?" He nods, heating up some oil in the pan.

Bodhi sees the child's things but knows there's not child here. Not in this place. So he doesn't ask. Not unless Galen brings it up.

"I know that icon." He gestures to the tapestry with the end of a dried fruit and meat skewer. "The harmonic whole. I remember seeing it in the temple as a child. You're a follower of the Way?"

[galen_erso]

Galen starts making tea, with actual leaves and herbs from a tin rather than some handy powder.

"I'm not," Galen says. "But the teachings and secrets make sense. If we study those traditions we find hard facts of a Force that actually permeates the universe with energy and a non-linear approach to reality that..."

Beat.

"Sorry."

He pours the boiling water I to the pot.

[imthepilot]

"Don't be." Bodhi sets to skewers to fry, the dried fruit giving off a sweet scent in the oil. "My mother was- is a believer. Like most of the Jeddhean poor. But I was raised by my grandmother." A little half smile turns the corner of his lip as he turns the skewers over, the meat sizzling. "The rarest of Jeddhean wildlife - a pragmatist."

[galen_erso]

"Still, the tradition has a point, and I would like to respect it, not just the outcomes we respectlessly carry away," Galen says. "It's so arrogant to think people on far-away, long-ago planets were in any way backwards or unenlightened, just because the models they used to explain the world differed from ours. Mine."

[imthepilot]

"My grandmother use to say that any planet settled by religious types was likely to have a few strange traditions. But most of them have a reason behind them."

"Like the tradition of sharing food. In Jedha, if a stranger comes to your door during a meal, the Way dictates that you pile his plate high before you ask his name." He serves up the skewers and gestures towards the table. "There's very little native to Jedha that's edible. Almost everything has to be imported or farmed. And water is an even scarcer commodity."

He gestures for Galen to help himself - the dark gamey meat matching well with the warm, sweet dried fruit. "So for the sake of sustaining the community - what you have, you share."