The Junkyard | Friday Morning

[flourish_or_perish]

Faye kind of hated that she hadn't thought of this sooner, really.

People had been disappearing for weeks. She was honestly pretty sure she had not, in fact, been stood up last Wednesday. She was taking care of the galaxy's cutest fifty year-old baby. The ice cream was gone.

And Faye had a spaceship. She actually had the means to get out of here.

So, Friday morning -- yes, actual morning -- found her heading out to the junkyard with Grogu floating along in his little pod. She'd given him a set of pedicure toe separators to play with and a Twinkie for breakfast, after he'd eaten roughly $200 worth of Korean anti-aging cream. At this point, Faye couldn't even be mad at him for it.

"Hold on while I load us up, honey," she said, making sure the pod came to a stop before she unlocked the Red Tail and threw her bag up in it. "And then we're going to go wait this out on another planet, all right?"

This would have been a great plan had -- of course! -- a hole not come slinking along just then. Faye was preoccupied flipping switches and getting everything set for takeoff, and so it took until the pink ship parked next to hers was at a tilt before she noticed.

"Oh, shit," she hissed, swinging out of the ship to lunge for the baby's pod. She made it just in time to give it a quick kick away from the hole with one long leg before she -- along with the Red Tail, that pink ship, and the Razor Crest -- was engulfed.

And not that any of you could hear her yet, but Faye screamed the whole way down.

[I mean, it's an open junkyard, but Faye's not here anymore.]

Trooper Station, Friday

[firstofitskind]

More than one of the Troopers had called in today due to holes, so Liam was... a little shorthanded when it came to assigning people for patrols.

This was fine.

(It was not fine.)