Rel was much older than he was the last time the galaxy had been at war and he’d spent his days amidst droids, ships, and whatever else needed fixing, but at least he still had all that random knowledge in his head. It probably had something to do with why the Resistance had asked him to join in the first place, seeing as he was no soldier or pilot.
So, here he was, just as he’d been over 30 years ago, still up late tinkering with something when he couldn’t–or didn’t want–to sleep. It was quiet enough, but when he hears a sort of familiar clinking sound, he can’t help but turn to see one of those vulptex creatures skittering into the landing bay. He smiles, kneeling down slowly when it approaches and giving it some light scratches.
He’s about to ask who it belongs to when a young woman is close behind, and the question answers itself. He’s seen her face before–the Resistance has never been as large a group as the Rebellion ever was, and especially after Crait–but he can’t quite place the name to go with it.
“Yeah–sometimes I have trouble turning my brain off for a bit to sleep, though, so I end up here. Your friend here was a pleasant surprise…such wonderful creatures, aren’t they?” He says, offering a smile.
Lyn doesn’t love his tone. There’s something a little too-familiar, overly-friendly about it that makes her want to distance herself. But as much as Vee can take care of himself, Lyn doesn’t want to be alone the rest of the night for reasons she doesn’t want to examine.
So she sighs, and she sits down on a nearby crate, drawing her legs up to sit crosslegged. Vee shakes himself out, crystals rustling again, and then stretches out on the ground.
“They’re special, alright”, she says. “Really smart. Except this one, I guess.”
She doesn’t mean that, but it’s a dark kind of joke: Vee is the one who was separated from his group by virtue of getting himself trapped on one of their ships, somehow.
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