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[exiled_heir_of_the_eighth]

There's a new poster up on the bar's notice board tonight. This A4-size sheet, printed with black, regular font, reads something like this:

Vehicle Hangar Space For Rent

Space For Two Gunship-Size Aircraft Or Vehicle/Vehicles Of Similar Size

Full Complement Of Workbenches

Non-Specialised Tools Provided

Monthly And Weekly Rent Options Provided

For More Information, Speak To Z. Sahaal, Room 819, Milliways Bar.

Or, alternatively, speak to him now. He's sat alone in one of the booths along the back wall, eating his way through a packet of sweet pastries.

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[childofrebellion]

Cassian's stopped at a tiny port on his way back to base when the door opens to Milliways. Its a better option, he's healed from his injuries, now its a matter of not leaving a trail and gathering intel on is way back.

On his way to the counter, he sees Sahaal's sign and then searches him out, "Evening. I saw yours sign. Are you taking your gunship out of the garage?"

[exiled_heir_of_the_eighth]

Sahaal looks up, brushing crumbs away from his lips.

"No, not at all, but you've seen the size of the chamber. I couldn't use all of it. So I reasoned that perhaps someone else might want to use the half I don't."

[childofrebellion]

"Yes, there is a lot of space down there. What are you eating?" It looks good and Cassian's been eating too many ration bars.

[exiled_heir_of_the_eighth]

"Malfian sugar-strudels."

He slides the packet across the table, and gestures for Cassian to sit down if he wishes.

"Have a couple, if you like."

[childofrebellion]

"Thank you. What's in them?" He takes out one of the pastries and takes a bite, they're good.

[exiled_heir_of_the_eighth]

"I'm not sure. Some sort of ploin fruit, I think."

Sahaal's been feeling a little nostalgic this evening, so he asked Bar for something from his universe. This is what she gave him.

[childofrebellion]

Cassian's nods as he eats and smiles around the crumbs, "This is good."

[exiled_heir_of_the_eighth]

"That they are. Wherever Malfi is, it has some excellent bakers."

Sahaal takes another bite, the sweet fruit tingling on his tongue. He can't help the little contented smile.

[childofrebellion]

"It does. And this is a good way to eat it."

[exiled_heir_of_the_eighth]

Sahaal nods in agreement, wiping his hands with a napkin.

"So, how have you been?"

[childofrebellion]

"I've had some time to heal and leave that planet I was on since we last talked,"

That's left him more comfortable.

[exiled_heir_of_the_eighth]

"Good. You definitely needed it. Have you had any more firefights since then?"

It's always enjoyable to hear about what others have been fighting and killing.

[childofrebellion]

"No, the rest of my travel has been fairly calm," For now, he doesn't want to tempt anything.

[deadeye_shot]

Hawkeye is wearing her usual uniform, and walking with her usual straight-backed posture. She arrives at Sahaal's table and offers him a nod. "Greetings, Captain. How are you?"

[exiled_heir_of_the_eighth]

Sahaal looks up from his pastries. "Hello, Lieutenant. I'm fine, thank you. How are you?"

[deadeye_shot]

"Quite well, thank you for asking," Hawkeye says, favoring him with a small, brief smile. She gestures to the booth. "May I take this seat?"

[exiled_heir_of_the_eighth]

He returns the smile, and nods permission. "Of course. Make yourself comfy. Care for a pastry?"

[deadeye_shot]

"No, thank you. I've already eaten," Hawkeye says, sliding into the booth. She rests her hands in front of her on the table. "Have you had any more trouble with those creatures that attacked your ship?"

[exiled_heir_of_the_eighth]

Sahaal shakes his head. "No, I think we were able to kill them all." He pauses. "Although the stench is taking longer to clear.

[deadeye_shot]

"I returned to the scene a little later with Ysalwen Surana, and found more creatures to shoot," Hawkeye says, her sharp-eyed gaze resting on his face without blinking. "She's an elf woman with white hair and a lovely dog."

[exiled_heir_of_the_eighth]

Sahaal stares back at her, confusion written on his pale features.

"I don't know how. I certainly didn't see any more, and I was down in the garage for most of that week."

[deadeye_shot]

"We arrived there shortly after you and I had our own encounter with the creatures. Ysalwen electricuted the vents, and shook some of the monsters out," Hawkeye says, offering a report.

[exiled_heir_of_the_eighth]

"Right. Thank you, Lieutenant."

The old Eighth Legion spark of paranoia is burning bright again. More of the bastard things should have been impossible.

But...

[deadeye_shot]

"You're welcome, Captain," Hawkeye says, resting her left hand on top of her right on the table. "I'm sorry it wasn't what you expected."

[exiled_heir_of_the_eighth]

"It's fine, really."

But it's not. Sahaal's a legionary, gene-bred for war and combat. Missing a threat, no matter how small, does not sit well with him.