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[iprotectyou]

Oh, damn it. Why couldn't Bodhi just have gotten a wait rat to leave a note for Galen? Nooo, he had to have Baze do it. That's ridiculous, Baze feels.

Forget paper. Galen's not important enough to waste a couple of hours actually writing a note. Baze bellies up to the bar, leaning his staff against it, and orders a datapad.

His fingers fly over the virtual keys, as he wants to be done with this task as soon as kriffing possible. Ugh, ugh, ugh. Why.

Your fiancé is in the cells.

-Baze Malbus

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[galen_erso]

A few more words might have been helpful, because this terse message means that Galen comes rushing after Baze, data pad in hand, rather than going to see Bodhi immediately.

"Why?" he asks, without preamble. "What happened?"

[iprotectyou]

Oh, hell nah. Baze is not doing this.

"He punched a kid," Baze calls over his shoulder, already moving away.

"Go talk to him!"

[galen_erso]

"Is that possible?" Galen asks.

If somebody ended up in prison in the Empire, you couldn't just waltz in and talk to them; it would give both of you even more trouble than before.

"Where are the cells, and why did you know about this?"

He's not grabbing for Baze to stop him from running away, but just by a narrow margin.

[iprotectyou]

Baze gives him terse directions to the cells, but that's all, continuing to move on. The Guardian feels no need to explain himself or his involvement; he's in Security, isn't that enough?

[galen_erso]

Once Galen knows where Bodhi is, he thanks Baze and hurries off. Seeing Bodhi is far more important than getting explanations out of the grumpy Guardian.-

[iprotectyou]

Ugh, finally. Baze backtracks to the bar to pick up a pot of tea, and then retreats to his room, lest the bastard change his mind.