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for_everyone) wrote2018-08-09 01:14 am
for_everyone) wrote2018-08-09 01:14 am
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They arrive just outside window, and following procedure, they shut down most of the ship's systems, the lights, anything beyond what they need to survive. Even Chopper has to be shut down. They turn the ship dark, and then they wait in darkness, to see who turns up. Fortunately, they're not kept waiting for too long.
The ship that falls out of hyperspace is an old bulk freighter, its many modifications visible even only from its shadow rippling across the stars. It may be old, but it's also enormous, easily dwarfing a light freighter like the Ghost. A few minutes pass, and Hera and Kanan poised over the ship's controls but not touching them, not yet. They've seen the freighter because they were expecting it, expecting a shift out of hyperspace. They haven't been spotted yet. They can still run, if they have to.
Then, a new light ignites along the side of the bulk freighter. It goes dark, and then shines again.
Hera restarts the Ghost's main systems. Kanan turns on Chopper. After some grumbling, Chopper sends an acknowledgment to the bulk freighter, and Hera glides the Ghost in its direction. As they approach, the enormous slab doors of the ship's hangar creak and slide open, allowing the Ghost to land gently inside, alongside a shuttle, and numerous swoop bikes.
They're waiting at the edge of the hangar. Some of them – Hera knows this is maybe a quarter of their total number. Unless they'd suffered heavy losses since she'd last seen them. It had been years ago.
They wear long coats, tightly wrapped scarves, enormous helmets crafted into fierce masks. Even with their weapons held loosely at their sides, Kanan can't help a flinch toward his lightsaber. But he keeps still, as one of them steps forward. They carry a tall staff, and wear a large, elaborate helmet, with twin steel spikes and what might be bone that twist from the cap like horns. One could imagine some single, enormous creature might have been ripped apart to make their armor, the fur pelt over their shoulders, the bone set along their chest plate, their long necklace of curved teeth. Kanan glances to Hera, but she only keeps her eyes forward, and waits.
The figure lifts a gloved hand, and pulls the helmet away. Red curls tumble down, as beneath the mask the figure is revealed to be a young woman, with light brown skin, and freckles along her face.
"Enfys," Hera breathes.
She moves to meet the woman at the edge of the hangar. The woman removes one of her thick gloves to take Hera's hand.
"Thank you for coming," she says. It might be surprising, after that helmet, to see how quick she is to smile.
Hera nods, and as they release their grasp, "I hadn't heard about your mother."
Enfys' smile fades at that. "Three years. You've been busy."
She glances over Hera, to Kanan and Chopper next to him. Chopper lifts one of his little arms to wave at them.
Her dark eyes turn back to Hera. "We don't have much time."
And they don't take much time. The two women don't spend even another moment on their reunion. They head with the crew back into the ship, where along the hall, the refugees are waiting. There are twenty-seven of them, most sitting along the walls of the hallway, some wrapped in what look like cloaks that belonged to the crew. There are more in another wing of the ship, but the Ghost can only feed so many, only so many should be taken to any one system. They work quickly, leading everyone up into the ship, through the cargo bay and into the galley, the cabins for an elderly Rodian woman, and a handful of others who are feeling sick.
Hera barely has the chance for another handshake with Enfys before she and Kanan are climbing back up the Ghost's ramp. Enfys watches them leave, lifting her helmet back into place as the ramp pulls up against the wall of the cargo bay. Hera waits only until the sound of the ramp hitting the wall shudders through the ship. And then she turns quickly, heading for the cockpit.
Kanan lingers a few moments longer before following her. Rather than joining her in the cockpit, he stays in the galley, where he and Chopper begin sorting through their supplies, handing out water and protein bars.
Before long, Hera has set in their course for Gatalenta, and the Ghost has fallen back into the glow of hyperspace.
The ship that falls out of hyperspace is an old bulk freighter, its many modifications visible even only from its shadow rippling across the stars. It may be old, but it's also enormous, easily dwarfing a light freighter like the Ghost. A few minutes pass, and Hera and Kanan poised over the ship's controls but not touching them, not yet. They've seen the freighter because they were expecting it, expecting a shift out of hyperspace. They haven't been spotted yet. They can still run, if they have to.
Then, a new light ignites along the side of the bulk freighter. It goes dark, and then shines again.
Hera restarts the Ghost's main systems. Kanan turns on Chopper. After some grumbling, Chopper sends an acknowledgment to the bulk freighter, and Hera glides the Ghost in its direction. As they approach, the enormous slab doors of the ship's hangar creak and slide open, allowing the Ghost to land gently inside, alongside a shuttle, and numerous swoop bikes.
They're waiting at the edge of the hangar. Some of them – Hera knows this is maybe a quarter of their total number. Unless they'd suffered heavy losses since she'd last seen them. It had been years ago.
They wear long coats, tightly wrapped scarves, enormous helmets crafted into fierce masks. Even with their weapons held loosely at their sides, Kanan can't help a flinch toward his lightsaber. But he keeps still, as one of them steps forward. They carry a tall staff, and wear a large, elaborate helmet, with twin steel spikes and what might be bone that twist from the cap like horns. One could imagine some single, enormous creature might have been ripped apart to make their armor, the fur pelt over their shoulders, the bone set along their chest plate, their long necklace of curved teeth. Kanan glances to Hera, but she only keeps her eyes forward, and waits.
The figure lifts a gloved hand, and pulls the helmet away. Red curls tumble down, as beneath the mask the figure is revealed to be a young woman, with light brown skin, and freckles along her face.
"Enfys," Hera breathes.
She moves to meet the woman at the edge of the hangar. The woman removes one of her thick gloves to take Hera's hand.
"Thank you for coming," she says. It might be surprising, after that helmet, to see how quick she is to smile.
Hera nods, and as they release their grasp, "I hadn't heard about your mother."
Enfys' smile fades at that. "Three years. You've been busy."
She glances over Hera, to Kanan and Chopper next to him. Chopper lifts one of his little arms to wave at them.
Her dark eyes turn back to Hera. "We don't have much time."
And they don't take much time. The two women don't spend even another moment on their reunion. They head with the crew back into the ship, where along the hall, the refugees are waiting. There are twenty-seven of them, most sitting along the walls of the hallway, some wrapped in what look like cloaks that belonged to the crew. There are more in another wing of the ship, but the Ghost can only feed so many, only so many should be taken to any one system. They work quickly, leading everyone up into the ship, through the cargo bay and into the galley, the cabins for an elderly Rodian woman, and a handful of others who are feeling sick.
Hera barely has the chance for another handshake with Enfys before she and Kanan are climbing back up the Ghost's ramp. Enfys watches them leave, lifting her helmet back into place as the ramp pulls up against the wall of the cargo bay. Hera waits only until the sound of the ramp hitting the wall shudders through the ship. And then she turns quickly, heading for the cockpit.
Kanan lingers a few moments longer before following her. Rather than joining her in the cockpit, he stays in the galley, where he and Chopper begin sorting through their supplies, handing out water and protein bars.
Before long, Hera has set in their course for Gatalenta, and the Ghost has fallen back into the glow of hyperspace.