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*The low, familiar hum of machinery echoes through the recording, followed by the settling of leatheris against metal and the gentle swoosh of fabric. And then, a soft, happy laugh.*
I’ve got my ship again.
*Another laugh, the sound of disbelieving joy.*
Everything is all of a sudden working out.
I have a new friend. Master Moirianna and I have been chatting a bit since she walked me home from the cantina. She’s lovely and it’s just so nice to have someone to talk to who doesn’t expect me to do anything or fall apart at any given time. Jerhal doesn’t, of course, and Vyen’a doesn’t either, but everyone else who knows me seems to treat me like I’m made of eggshell.
And even if I didn’t have a new friend, it wouldn’t matter. I have my ship. My ship! Vyen’a got in touch with Ludwik - since she’s engaged to Lieutenant Teral, and Ludwik’s his cousin, it makes sense. But she got in touch with him. And found out where my ship was. He hadn’t sold it, even though I told him to. I owe him huge for that.
Vyen’a had it stripped down to the studs and rebuilt. She put in an art studio in a third of the cargo hold. She just… she made it perfect for me, but left a lot of what made the ship mine. The scarring on the left side of the hull from the run-in with that really angry Mando a few years back. The dent on the left engine casing from the Jawa drinking party.
*A pause, then another soft laugh.*
Even the paint job she did was perfect. Just touch ups, for the most part. But on the tail end… it’s magnificent. I would love to know how she got that drawing; it was based on one of my sketches. A field of blue, with a red and gold and yellow bird flying up from a floor the color of ashes. And in the same red and gold beneath, the name.
*Another pause, this one with an absolutely audible smile.*
He knew. He knew and he didn’t tell me. Vyen’a gave him the access codes and they teamed up and gave me my ship back - my home for so many years, back - on my birthday. My birthday.
And it was the first birthday I actually remember doing anything for. Before it was usually work. Or fight. Or drink. Last year I think I just sat on my ship and drew. And the year before that. This year, Vyen’a and Jerhal teamed for my ship, and Jerhal took me out to dinner and just catered to me all day and…
And I have a hearing date. It’s in a few weeks. Master Ihlrath… I don’t know what he did, but he must have pulled strings because I know people can go years without even getting a preliminary meeting. I’m just terrified that I’ll go in with Jerhal with wedding plans for afterward and leave in cuffs. I’m still so scared everything will come crashing down. That I won’t get the same clearance for my past others have because I’m not force sensitive, or anyone important.
*A few beats of silence, the rumblings of an engine purring through the feed.*
But Jerhal promised he’d fight for me. And I know he will.
I’m actually flying to pick him up now.
We have a whole lot ahead of us. But he’s worth it.
I’m beginning to believe again that I’m worth it, too.
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