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[imthepilot]

Packing his things to go was hard. So hard. Not that he had much but... it was the leaving that hurt.

The last month of his life had been the best he could remember having, burns and all. It hardly mattered. He didn't care about the disfiguring scars. What did they matter, compared to what he got in return.

A month with Galen.

He owed the medic his thanks. He'd been baking and cooking all day, determined to leave Galen with everything he needed. The sweet tart, he took down to the medic before heading back to his room to cook one last meal for Galen before he has to fly away tomorrow.

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[galen_erso]

"Necessary as the stars," Galen whispers back, squeezing his pilot's fingers before letting go and following him out.

[imthepilot]

He walks towards the ship, head held high and water flowing down his face, catching in the back of his goggles. The crew call out to him, waving. Clearly keen to get going.

Bodhi waves back, stowing his bag just inside the hatch. He turns back to Galen, his face a mask of professionalism. "Chief Erso." He nods politely.

[galen_erso]

"Pilot Rook," Galen says. "Thank you ever so much for all you've done for us here. Have a safe flight -- and may the Force of Others be with you."

He doesn't mind that some of the people around him will raise their eyebrows at this. While the absolute truth, it is also yet another smokescreen.

[imthepilot]

He can't help but smile at that. "May the Force of Others be with you." He echoes, stepping in through the hatch as someone else on the crew yells at him to hurry up.

Bodhi doesn't drop his eyes till the hatch is completely closed and the ship is pulling away.

[galen_erso]

Galen stands in the thickening drizzle until the ship is out of sight.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi sits down as they break atmosphere, strapping himself into a seat, ignoring the ribbing from the rest of the crew. It had become an open secret that the Chief was boning the young pilot. And some of the comments were downright insulting but Bodhi ignores them all.

He'll have his own ship. He has the message. They'll make it.

{ooc: and fade?}