Staged

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inevitable.
     (ch.7)

“So where did you come from?” Luke asked.

Bodhi blinked. He had forgotten about that patient curiosity. “J-jedha.”

“I don’t know that one.”                              

“It’s … it’s a desert moon, orbits NaJedha. A cold desert. In the Mid Rim?”

For some reason, Luke was delighted by this. “You came from a desert too! Mine was hot though. Too hot. I think I might have liked a cold desert.”

Bodhi bit his lip. “I always felt the other way. Or I used to, before I went to the Academy. Cold gets in your bones.”

Luke nodded sympathetically. “Yeah. It’s easy to get sick of what you know. I sure did.”

Bodhi shrugged and turned back to the row of ships, tugging nervously at the collar of his flightsuit.

ao3

this wasnt needed but i did it anyway. whatever, after a couple of months, im back!!