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Syndulla Scrap; Sunday Afternoon [04/05].

Sure, Hera might have been gone for a while now, but Summer keeping her ship at the scrapyard just felt right, and she didn't have much else going on that day, so she'd gone and let herself in because she could so that she could go and do a bit of maintenance on the old girl.

And also inspecting some of the battle damage it'd received before she got back, wondering if it would be difficult for Sabine to do a little brush up here and there to make her look as shiny as a re-purposed old ship could look.

All the while munching on a maple doughnut between tasks and getting really into the guts of the ship. It wasn't even close to Sunday pancakes, but it wasn't a bad substitute for the time being.

[[ I have a break in my orders right now, so let's see how well I can pull off the occasional ping during slow times! Post is open, but subject to sudden SP. Also, I never get to used these icons! ]]

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Breq hadn't been to the scrapyard since her brief stay in the Ghost between moving out of the dorms and into the basement at Groovy Tunes. As she walked through the gates the place felt empty without the ship that had felt a bit like a friend, despite it having no AI consciousness to interact with, and she stopped for a moment.

Not for long though; she was here to see if there were some tools left that she could borrow ~~for some handwavy reason that is just an excuse to ping her in here~~.

Well, Summer's very, very, very pink ~~and much bigger than the one in this icon~~ ship was definitely hard to ignore, probably even more so when there was a loud thump from within, followed by a tangle of wires attached toa board of some kind being pitched out the open door. Summer's head soon followed.

"Now where did I put--" she started, then stopped, having looked around, and spotted Breq there.

"Oh, hey," she offered. "I didn't know anyone was out here."

"I'm just looking for some tools," Breq said. "I didn't know anyone still had a ship here."

She hadn't been anywhere where pink was a fashionable colour for spaceships, but of course there had to be a place for that.

Arguably, there was only one place Summer could think of where a pink ship was fashionable, but also, um, wherever she was, a pink ship was totally fashionable by default.

She grinned. "Yeah," she said, "I kept her here when Hera and I were fixing her up, and now she just seems the most comfortable here when I'm not getting use out of her.

"What kind of tools?" she then asked. "Oh, and I've got doughnuts, if you want any! I could probably use a break, anyway."

"A percussion drill and some clamps," Breq replied. "And I won't say no to a doughnut."

More to get a reason to ask about the spaceship than for the doughnut.

"I've got a drill and clamps for days if you want to borrow mine," Summer offered with a grin. "And hold on, let me get the doughnuts...unless you'd like to come in? It's not, like, a luxury ship or anything, but I've tried to make it comfy."

"It would be nice to see it," Breq said. "It's not like ships have to be luxurious."

She walked over to where Summer was standing, looking up at the ship.

"Is it from your universe?"

"No," Summer's grin went a little lopsided, "not technically, but, I mean, aren't all universes our universes, at this point?"

No, Summer, you were not nearly as deep as you were trying to sound.

She cocked her head toward the interior of the ship and moved aside to make room for Breq. "It's from Kanan and Hera's universe," she offered. "Which is, to an extend, a lot of other people's universes, too, although not the same dimension. Come on in. Don't mind the mess, I've just been doing a few upgrades and maintenance. We might as well hang out in the cockpit, though you might have to move my cat. She likes to think the other seat is hers."

And she would be right.

"I stayed in the Ghost for a while," Breq said. "After moving out of the dorms."

She stepped inside the ship, glancing around. "I'm still not used being stuck on a planet."

Maybe not even in one body.

"Oh!" Summer grinned a little at that. "Did you spend much time with the Phantom, too? This model's a bit like that one, but designed more for cargo, and I modified the insides of it a lot."

A little less pink on the inside, though, thank god.

"I feel you, though," her voice turned a little sympathetic. "Well, being on just one planet, anyway. I really need to get her out more..."

By then, she'd reached the box of doughnuts, picked it up, and offered it out to Breq. "Help yourself," she said. "The more you eat, the less I will."

And maple doughnuts were a dangerous thing to have around for too long.

"A bit, yes. And I can see that you did. You use it mostly for traveling?"

Breq picked up a doughnut.

"Where do you usually go?"

Summer shrugged a little, considering another doughnut for herself, but decided to set the box aside and instead picked. up the cat from the co-pilot's chair, I'm case Nreq wanted to sit.

The cat let out a disapproving sound at this change in position, and yet also began to contentedly purr in Summer's arms.

"Here and there'" she said. "It was supposed to be what helped me get around that universe, but there was a...change of plans, so now I just use her when I get a little bored and want to go exploring. There's a few places I like to hide out in when I want to get away, though..."

And she rambled off a small list of places that might have sounded made-up to anyone unused to some of the weird-ass names people gave to planets.

Breq was no stranger to weird-ass names for planets.

"Are you from the same universe as Kanan and Hera, then?" she asked, taking a seat while ignoring the cat. She tool a bite from the doughnut.

"Technically?" asked Summer, who struggled just a little more to find an arrangement that was comfortable for both herself and Pancakes, and then finally got it. "No. I'm from this one. Earth, specifically. But spiritually?" She glowed a little with a faint, wistful smile. "I feel like it's where I should be, you know?

"A little tricky," she admitted, "right now since I've kind of got a bounty on my head out there, but I might be helping Rey out a little. Same universe, different dimension-slash-timeline. I just feel like all roads lead to that galaxy for me these days."

In more ways than she even realized, too!

"Bounties can be tricky," Breq said. "And your ship is a bit conspicuous. Nice though."

"Thanks!" Summer beamed as if Breq had complimented her own child. Or, like, the cat. "That's exactly what I was going for, but that was, you know, before I had to blow up a whole section of the city."

Whoops?

"Sabine painted it," she added fondly. "I might have to talk to her about some touch-ups, though. She's taken on a little battle damage here and there..."

Her head tilted thoughtfully at Breq for a moment, and then thoughtfully at the box of doughnuts, wondering if she did actually want one and if she could manage it with a cat in her arms.

"Have you worked a lot with ships?"

She realized she didn't really know Breq all that well, or, like, hardly at all...

"All my life," Breq said, taking another bite from her doughnut. She'd start with that, but would probably get to the part where she actually was a spaceship eventually.

"Space travel's pretty normal where you're from, then," Summer noted with a bit of a small, sympathetic sort of smile. "I bet you miss it..."

Space travel had only been normal for a couple years of Summer's life and she missed it terribly after only a few weeks, at this point...

"Yes, I do," Breq said. "And I have business I need to attend to in my universe, but I'm stuck here for now. Running the music store."

The sympathy in Summer's expression went up another notch. "One of the stuck ones, huh?" she asked. "I can kind of get that; my grampa's blocked me from a few dimensions before, too, which, you know, is super annoying, but at least he's never stopped me from doing something important..."

She trailed off a little, scratching behind Pancakes' ears thoughtfully as she considered Breq for a moment.

"Can I ask," she ventured, "what kind of business?"

"It's personal," Breq said before taking another bite.

"Your grampa? Does he work at Portalocity or is he just good at controlling dimensions?"

But Breq! An answer like that was only going to make Summer even more curious!

She could, however, also respect it.

For now.

"Ohmygod," she said, instead, with a snort. "He would lose his shit if he heard someone mistaking him for one of those, and I quote, 'loser Portalocity hacks.'" She sighed, shaking her head. "He's the only person in my dimension to actually figure out portal technology, which has gotten us in a lot of trouble, but, I mean, it's also pretty sweet being able to just visit whatever dimension we want with the click of a button."

Summer would have to try harder then.

"You must be one of the few who wasn't surprised about the different universes part when you arrived here," Breq noted. "You're from some version from Earth or somewhere else?"

"Some version of Earth," Summer confirmed with a nod. "I was actually more surprised that I was sent to a version that wasn't being run by a evil Galactic Federation at the time..."

Oh, she had been so, so naive back then!

"It was, as you can imagine, a pleasant surprise. And it's pretty much equipped me pretty well to handle pretty much anything this place tries to throw at me. In fact, that's the whole basis of the class I'm teaching right now."

And it was, she was happy to say, still making people WTF effectively.

"What are you teaching?" Breq asked. "Some kind of survival class?"

Breq. Even Summer's cooking classes were survival classes.

"In a way," she said with a proud little smile. "I mean, surviving is kind of what I do best."

That, and color-coordinating her outfits with her spaceships.

"It's basically a crash course in weird shit, so that, you know, when Fandom throws something at you, you're pretty prepared for it. The goal is," Summer basically finding a way to work through her unexpressed, subconscious traumas, "that most of the stuff is way weirder than anything Fandom could actually throw at you, but, I mean, hey, this place still surprises even me sometimes..."

"I've seen more weird here than I have earlier in my life," Breq said. "And I'm older than I look. How long have you been here?"

On her break, Rey wandered over to the scrapyard, still looking for parts. She'd been here a few times since she'd come back, but it was hard not to assign a price value to literally everything so she didn't make a habit of it. Today, though, she was in the best possible headspace for it.

"Hey, Summer," she greeted her.

"Rey!"

Apparently, Sunday was scavenge day at the scrapyard; she'd have to remember that. It was a pleasant surprise, though.

"How's it going?"

"Good. Working on a project," Rey said. "What's the issue here?"

"Oh," Summer laughed a little, shaking her head. "No issue. Just some routine maintenance and some upgrades, that sort of thing. Gotta make sure she doesn't get rusty on me just sitting here so much, you know?"

Then her head tilted. "What kind of project?"

"I'm trying to fix the lightsaber," she admitted.

It was still weird to call it hers.

"Oooh," said Summer, perking up a little with more interest. "Awesome."

What? Glowy swords were cool! And if next season's preview wasn't just a big fat April Fool's Joke on the part of the creators, Summer might actually have a vested interest in them soon, a-hem.

"What does that even need, though?"

Her knowledge of the inner workings of glowy swords were definitely way behind her budding skills at ship maintenance.

"Not much. But the hilt's broken, so I need the little parts that make it... structurally sound, that doesn't make it look a lot different."

It wasn't hers, so that felt important.

"Did you think of talking to Amaya, maybe?" Summer mused ~~shamelessly promoting her own characters, la~~. "I bet she could probably make something that'll be whatever shape you need...or modify something to fit just right. I know she works mostly with, like, ancient weapons and shit, but I know she does a lot of machinery, too."

"I have to do it my way," Rey said, a tad apologetically. "Besides, I miss fixing things up that way."

"Totally get that, too," said Summer, with more than a little bit of an independent streak herself. A BIT. "I mean, good luck, though. Not that you'll probably need it..."

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