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Twenty-One years ago...
Downtime was a luxury that very few in the Rebellion could afford. In fact, it was about as likely a thing as winning the galactic lottery. Or at least, that's what everyone told her. The last few months had been a whirwind of activity - a concerted campaign to retake Panna, and while the first wekk of fighting had been the most intense, resistance had begun to dwindle. Granted, the Imperial presence was not as extensive as on other worlds, but the forces that had been there were firmly entrenched and weren't easy to root up.
Three weeks into the campaign showed a widening margin of possible victory for the still-fledgling Rebels, and they had become invigorated by the turn of events in their favor.
In the middle of their second month, most if not all of the Imperial presence was gone, and what was left now was the daunting task of cleaning and helping to rebuild. Days were spent outside amidst rubble heaps and ruined buildings, and nights were spent in exhausted contemplation of what would come next.
It was becoming an all too familiar routine.
At least those who chose to continue helping were afforded accomodations by the locals, and Lok s'Ilancy had been more than happy to accept the offer. She shared a small room with Dan. There wasn't much, but it at least had a 'fresher, and the Lupine thanked the Bloodline for that much. Her nightly showering ritual was one of meticulous and methodical cleaning following the day's activities, and s'Il would more often then not spend her drying time picking at the dirt that often clung to the undersides of her fingernails.
It was just another of her eccentricities that Dan had seemed to take a joy in observing, and the mildly annoyed looks she sometimes shot his way did nothing to deterr his amusement.
Their nights had become routine, but not so much that she found any real discontent with things.
She stepped from the 'fresher, hair damp and wearing a clean pair of drab fatigues. Dan looked up from where he sat at the small table, and she noted with no surprise that same bemused look on his features. Only, there was something else to it, and the Lupine shifted her gaze down to the table's surface.
Dan had taken the time to lay out what looked like some sort of boardgame, and coming closer, s'Il looked at an empty box resting open on the bed. She read the name written in bright red letters.
" 'My Apologies'?"
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