OOM: Csaplar Docking Bay 029, Csilla

[jedipilot]

Jaina leans against the wall as she watches various snubs and personal vessels pass in and out of the force field protecting the docking bay from the harsh cold and snow outside. Snowflakes are falling today, the remnant of some storm or another that hit Csaplar's exterior days ago, but never affected the inhabitants of the underground city. They

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[col_cardboard]

Jag frowns, still paging through files on his datapad. "Hmm? Why do you say that?"

He's not really paying attention to anything but the paperwork at the moment.

[jedipilot]

She lifts her head up and glares at him, punching his arm lightly. "It's your fault we've been waiting this long. I told you they'd be late. This is Zekk, after all."

[col_cardboard]

"We're not going to fall into bad habits just because Zekk does," Jag replies, scribbling a few notes. "It's his fault he's late, not ours that we're on time."

[jedipilot]

Jaina scowls at him, shaking her head in disagreement. But she doesn't press the subject and goes back to staring up at the airfield far above the warm and dry docking bay.

"Better get here any kriffing minute now."