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[sunbaked_baker]

The dull grey February sky doesn't last long after Rae steps out the door heading for the lake. The burns around her neck and on her hands are healing well, and don't hurt so much to look at. She is still getting used to having short hair, though. The lightness of it still feels odd, the slightly ticklish feeling of the fringe just brushing the back of her neck when she moves.

Though the clouds soon clear away and the sunlight streams down, it is still February and cold. She hurries to the Caribbean inlet and the persistent warmth of the tropical sea, where she settles to soak in the sunlight and enjoy some quiet for a while. She had not been as successful in avoiding drama following the incident at SOF as she would have liked. All week, the tension at the coffeehouse has been thick enough to cut with a knife and fork. It's good to get away for a little while.

First Entrance

[imnojedi]

There were days when Kyle liked getting up in the morning. Then there were days like this.

He still ached but had insisted he could walk from medical on his own back to his quarters. The taste of bacta hung in the back of his mouth like bantha breath making the young man wonder just what the stuff was actually made of. While it was a life saving item, it was one of the most disgusting tastes he had ever encountered and growing up on a farm there were a lot of things his mother had tried making him eat. After the events on AX-456 he hoped he never had to do it again. The sharp contrast of the Imperial cruiser didn't match is mood at all. Tomorrow there would be a medal ceremony before he was tossed back into the fire and to be quite honest Kyle didn't know if he was up for it. Not after everything his squad had been through.

Scrubbing a hand back through still wet hair he sighed. The collar of his Imperial uniform felt too tight against his neck especially after having been in scrubs for a few hours before being released.It felt like his armor did- uncomfortable, confining. In truth if it hadn't been for the odd things he had seen they'd have all died. But that, in its self, made the stark cadet uniform he wore feel even worse. He was dreading tomorrow.

Hitting the button on the wall he relished in the rush of cool air escaping his quarters as the door wooshed open.  With eyes closed he limped in, hand pressed against his still sore side, before stepping in. "Lights on," he ordered, hearing the sound of the door closing behind him. It was when he opened his eyes he saw the most unexpected scene before him. A bar- no, club, no- canteen. What the frak was going on? 

Clearly he had to still be dreaming in the bacta tank.

Reaching around he pinched himself on the arm and made a sound, yelping as he did so.

Welcome to Milliways, Kyle.

[tiny tag: Kyle Katarn]