Syndulla Scrap, Friday

[futurespacemom]

Okay, the weird light things were getting out of hand. Enough so that a few hours into her day, Hera opened the pen and let out the nearly-tame bitey thing and a few of its not-quite-tame-but-at-least-they-weren't-biting-her friends. They tore around the place gnashing and gnawing on anything not-humanoid that moved, which meant that the light strands were being given a run for their money, and Chopper was shocking them whenever they got too close.

Which was win-win, really; he seemed to be having fun.

Syndulla Scrap was open; mind your fingers!