Baudelaire blinked, “Is this a stim?'”
Peetwo twittered proudly.
“Have you always been able to do that?”
Peetwo’s warble was a little less confident.
“...And you’re just now sharing this with me?”
Peetwo didn’t say anything, he just nodded.
Leon’s face lit up, “Dude, talk about perfect timing!”
Peetwo did his little celebratory dance and Baudelaire laughed.
He looked down at his blood stained shirt and sighed, “Man, that’s the third one this week,” he signed while injecting himself with the stim. Leon peeled the shirt off, tossing it into his hamper, then settled in at his workstation. He had Anton Vari’s lightsaber taken apart on the table and was working on adjusting the emitter— Was his boarding ramp being lowered?
“What the hell?” he muttered, immediately starting to pool the power of the force into his palm. He called Daybreak into his free hand and held a finger to his lips warning Peetwo to stay quiet. Leon was still on Serenno and right now he was wondering if he’d fucked up by over staying his welcome. He stretched his mind out through the ship and his consciousness brushed across— Disbelief stampeded across his features.
“No way,” he said, shaking his head, nearly convinced he was in some force illusion, but… like… what if? No, that was crazy, right? This had to be a joke. Someone was fucking with him for sure
Leon’s door hissed opened.
Confusion and excitement wrestled for control of his expression, for a split second before his usual grin settled on his face. He leaned against his door frame crossing his arms over his chest his while his eyes landed on that silver gaze he adored.
"Hey, Jayna."
@Altaris