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There was pretty little that Galen had been allowed to keep from his former life. Sometimes, he suspected Krennic had only let him keep a few things so he'd always know what he had lost -- and what was at stake. Looking at the little white stormtrooper figure that had been Jyn's, he could never fail to remember that she was out there, and as long as Galen did as instructed, Krennic wouldn't go after her.

Galen was sitting in his room, work done, listening to some music (a luxury that officers' quarters afforded him) with the little stormtrooper in his hand. Everything had to be so big with empire -- a huge Death Star, large empty corridors, entirely superfluous dark towers, millions of people dying on a whim, entire species wiped out when it suited on of the higher-ups.

Compared to that, he himself, or Jyn, or Bodhi, really were mere pebbles in a stream. But Galen knew that a pebble, thrown right, could make dark towers fall. And that, he suspected, was what the Force was using him and his for. But it also meant that being close to him was an invitation for tragedy.

He had been greedy and selfish, grasping for his new love like a child with a new toy, and now Bodhi was already in it, and suffering, body and soul. Or was it that Bodhi was in it already, and then tossed at him almost casually?

Galen didn't like either version, but that was what he had to work with.

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Bodhi's eyes hold hope more than certainty but resolution. "Even if the Force has some use for us, I'm glad we found each other." He whispers, holding Galen close.

"So am I," Galen says. "We do what we must, and then will be our own again."

He follows this with another kiss.

"I'll need you to tell me, when you know what it is." Galen feels the Force in a way Bodhi can't. And he trusts Galen.

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"I will," Galen promises. "But for now, time is ours, and we're here for ourselves, for talking and cooking and climbing and making love."

Bodhi can't help but smile a little at that. "What do you feel like doing first? Or an I interrupting your work?" Last thing he wants to do is cause any disruption that might interfere with Galen's work and bring them undue attention.

"No, I was just thinking," Galen says. "How about we get some caf and look at maps and weather reports? Climbing isn't always possible, so we need to plan around good chances for it."

Bodhi smiles. "I'd like that. I won't mind hiking up to the ship sometime soon. To grab a few things and assess the damage."

"Then we can go there first," Galen says. "Can you show me on a map where you came down?"

Bodhi nods. "Pretty sure. If you've got an up to date topographical map. Shouldn't be too hard to find. It was less than three clicks out from the pad."

"Yes, I have one," Galen says. "But in this kind of territory, distance is hard to guess. We might want to go outside to the pad and just look."

"It was out of line of sight. I didn't see the pad till the last rise." He chews his lip, thinking. "Show me the map anyway, I'll see if I can get the area close enough."

Galen gets a nap from a drawer and spreads it on the table. It's quite detailed.

Bodhi runs his fingers over the map, his eyes half closed as he visualised the terrain. "I came in this way, so..."

He frowns. "Somewhere in this area."

"In that fully, or on the ridge here?" Galen guesses. "Did you go up or down first?"

"Down." He nods. "I landed the ship on a plateau along the ridge."

"Somewhere around here, I'd guess."

Galen runs a finger over a long stretch of close lines on the map.

"Somewhere in that area." He nods, leaning close to Galen to look. "We should be able to see it from this ridge here."

"Then we'll go to that ridge and look," Galen suggests. "There are a few interesting climbs on the way, but that is true for much of the planet."

"It'll be interesting to do the climb with a care, rather than rushing and falling."

"Even in a rush, a good technique is helpful," Galen says. "Lyra made a point of showing anybody she took on an expedition before she even started."

"She sounds very sensible. My technique wasn't that good." His holds his hands palms up. The bacta healed the tears on his palm but his gloves were shredded by the time he reached the cargo pad.

"She was very sensible, especially in areas where I am not," Galen says, taking Bodhi's hands in his own and kissing the scars in his palms.

"A good balance then." His breath catches just a little at the kiss. "I'm afraid I can't offer you the same. I think we've proven I'm not that sensible."

"No?" Galen says, smiling. "I think we've proven that you can cook, and are actually quite brave an resourceful."

Still holding Bodhi's hands, he kisses the soft inside of his wrists.

That gets a more significant hitch, and soft blush. Bodhi might have a thing about his wrists. The way Galen does about his throat.