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mithrandirl · 2 years
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“Well, that’s probably not good…”
Hera stops the systems check she’d been doing in the cockpit. She doesn’t startle—she’s too used to the soft footfalls of an ex-Jedi around the ship to jump when one of them pops up behind her unannounced these days. But that statement coming from Ahsoka does warrant a healthy amount of concern.
“What’s not good?”
Ahsoka is staring out the viewport at the dusty landscape of Atollon. She nods to Chopper, set a ways apart from the rest of the goings on of the fledgling base. Hera squints and just makes out a bird with beautiful green plumage circling above him.
“Didn’t know Atollon had birds…”
Ahsoka lets out a huff of a half-laugh. “It doesn’t. Or at least, not that kind of bird. Because that’s not a bird.”
Hera’s eyes narrow.
“That’s Morai,” Ahsoka says, indicating the bird. “I suppose she’s not not a bird. But she’s also not a bird.”
“And her interacting with Chopper, is that not not a problem too?”
Ahsoka shrugs. “She doesn’t usually talk to anyone but me. So I guess it’s just surprising, really.” They watch as the bird gradually circles lower and lower until she lands on one of Chopper’s outstretched manipulators. “I mean, how much trouble could Chopper get into with a minor Force deity, right?”
An image coalesces in Hera’s mind of Chopper’s electroshock prod extended and Sith lightning arcing from it, him cackling in the sort of maniacal droid laughter that Ezra once pointed out he only does when murder has just been committed or is on the table.
“Yeah, no,” Hera says. “Not happening. He can’t make friends with whatever Force god you hang around with.” She sets down her tools and swings herself out of the captain’s chair to put a stop to Chopper’s plans of galactic domination.
Ahsoka follows at a slightly more sedate pace. “Morai’s a minor Force deity… probably,” she corrects her. “She only used to be a major one probably. Still a little fuzzy on that, but I’m pretty sure. At the very least there was a transfer of intentions.”
“You’re not making any sense and it’s not doing anything to calm me down!” Hera calls over her shoulder as she punches the cargo ramp release button.
By the time the ramp lowers, Ahsoka has caught up and, frustratingly, does not look worried in the least about the situation. She shrugs again and Hera considers violence. “Didn’t know you needed to be calmed down.”
Hera shields her eyes from the harsh sun as she rushes out of the Ghost. If that murderous rust bucket gets any delusions of grandeur in his senile little processor…
She guesses that Ahsoka is humoring her by jogging beside her to where they saw the droid through the viewport, but if Chopper learns how to wield a lightsaber from her Force-blasted pet bird there’ll be hell to pay. When they approach the pair, Morai is still resting on Chopper’s little arm and the droid himself is chattering away at her. If it was any droid but Chopper, Hera would have said he was even being… polite.
“Chop…” Hera greets warningly. His head swivels in their direction like he hadn’t noticed their arrival.
“Hmm,” Ahsoka says. “Looks like there was nothing to be worried about after all.”
“What do you mean?” Hera asks out of the corner of her mouth, not taking her eyes off her droid.
“Morai’s just being friendly.”
Chopper must agree. He mutters something in binary about Hera never trusting him with new people, then starts rolling past them with the bird.
“What do you mean you're sharing notes with a fellow industry professional?” Hera shouts after him. “What industry?!”
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