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Aellyn couldn’t quite place the feeling. The stare the stow had given her wasn’t a plea for help. The woman seemed capable of taking care of herself. She had made it this far.  Then the look the Pilot had given her before he joined the stow in his room. The same look when she went off script on Abilene. Hoping the advice would help take it easier on her. The stow seemed to have gone through a lot to make it this far. Hell, she fooled the whole ship.  The door to the cabin hissed closed.  Letting out a sigh, she turned and looked down at the droid. He had managed to roll toward the control panel, which was lying in pieces on the floor. Wrench was going on about the Pilot breaking his ship and he would have to fix it. Her eyes traveled back, nodding toward the mechanic who seemed to be unbothered by the situation. 

Aellyn turned on her heels toward the kitchen, she figured it needed a good scrub. The stow managed to scrap the pot to the last bit, she smiled. Girl was resourceful, she gave her credit. She heard the muffles beyond the door but couldn’t quite place on the conversation. Maybe it was better this way, keep to her own business for once. Her hands scrubbed the last bit of grime off the inside before she rinsed and put the pot away. It was nice to finally have a meal, where you weren’t shoveling it down and running off. She remembered those days. 

Her hand suddenly went straight to her pocket.The encrypted comm alerted her before everything went down. She grabbed the nearest seat and pulled up her datapad. A smile formed. So, he hadn’t forgotten her. He agreed to meet and also find her the item she had requested. He would be waiting in their normal spot on the smuggler’s moon. Aellyn rubbed the back of her neck, sighing happily. A familiar. The door to the cabin hissed open as she  leaned to the side to see both the stow and the Pilot inside. She perked a brow, seeing the mattress off the lower bunk, curious what that was all about but sat up straight, her gaze went back to her datapad as the Pilot exited the cabin. 

Fel sighed as the door closed behind him. Moving off to check in on Wrench, who was fixing the ceiling, before heading for the flight deck to check on the progress on the flight to Shaddaa, he passed Aellyn in the galley. [color=F7941D]”She ain’t dead. Ain’t over friendly, neither. Didn’t give me no reason to lock her down. But she’s with us till the Moon. Mebbe we’ll be able to convince her to stay out of the floor… maybe we can convince her we ain’t [i]all[/i] bad.”[/color] He shrugged, carrying on toward the bridge. 

He emphasized the word [i]all[/i]. Was he referring to her? Probably. They had clashed since she boarded but the short moment they had cooked dinner together, that was nice. Right? Or could it be he was referring to his time in the Empire. Her thoughts went back to the redacted files she had found. That did have a way of coming back. Aellyn stood up and made her way to her own cabin. Thoughts drifting toward a familiar face on the smuggler's moon. 
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