seriesofbaddecisions | Outside the junkyard- Sunday morning

Outside the junkyard- Sunday morning

A long time ago Sabine had said that right after graduation she'd be headed home, and she was following through on that. While she liked it here, she was pretty ready to go, too. It was time to actually get into the fight and do some good.

Most of her personal stuff was already on the Ghost but there were plenty of supplies from the warehouse that would have to be loaded on, so she'd staged them outside the junkyard to start bringing in. And then she could text people to let them know where she was and that she was headed out. Maybe she'd get to see a couple people first.

[Sabine's last post! Open with some SP.]

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Astrid had never really been very good with good-byes. Mostly because all the ones she could remember, with the exception of when she left for California last year, had been a bit sudden. Sort of traumatic. Forced, essentially. So she wasn't sure if she should take the opportunity to give Sabine one last one before she left or not, or just allow for a parting to just go peacefully into the night for a change.

But she knew she would have regretted it if she hadn't. And she had something for her soon-to-be-former-roommate, anyway.

Still, when she got to the junkyard, scrapbook under her arm and everything, she looked over all the thing set to be loaded and asked, first, "Need any help?"

"Depends, how comfortable are you handling explosive material?" Sabine only half-teased.

The laugh was quiet and short, but the smile that went with it seemed to come a bit easier. "Depends," Astrid volleyed back. "How comfortable are you with me handling explosive materials?"

The answer to either of those, she felt, should be not very.

"Before I handle anything, though," she added, holding out the scrapbook, ready to relenquish it witha shrug, "I should hand you this. I've been putting it together this week, just some of the pieces I've done I think you'd like the most."

Which meant a lot of the rare colorful ones she'd done over the years, some of the more dramatic or exciting ones, a small collection of various sketches of Sabine herself, a few key moments in their Fandom history, those sorts of ~~generally moddable~~ things.

Hera (and Chopper) were helping load things aboard, but mostly staying out of the way; this was Sabine's time with her classmates. Though if anybody wanted to know, she would be happy to say that she had Sabine's back.

Lana wasn't going to miss any time she could get. She spied the crates and lifted one with the Force, floating it after her to the waiting ship and looking the Ghost over. It didn't look substantially different than it had when it was here before, so at least Hera was good at keeping it intact.

Presumably she and Kanan would do the same with Sabine. And Sabine was very good at taking care of herself, too. That didn't mean Lana couldn't worry, damn it!

"Astrid, that's amazing of you," Sabine said, even before reaching for the book to take to flip through. "Thank you so much."

"Come to see me off?" Sabine asked lightly, coming over.

Astrid's shoulders hitched up into another shrug. "Honestly," she said as if to dismiss any effort or thought or sentimentality on her end of things, "I really needed to get rid of some of them anyway."

As if she wasn't potentially gaining the space of the whole other side of the room now.

"I couldn't let you just sneak out," Lana said, equally lightly. "Are you sure you've got everything?"

She floated the crate into the cargo hold and set it down gently.

"You know I'm going to fully expect at least pictures of other stuff you're working on, right?" Sabine checked.

"I triple checked," Sabine nodded. "This is the last of it."

And this part kind of sucked. They knew it was coming but still.

Lana nodded. "Well, not quite." She held out a box just big enough to need two hands.
"I thought I'd give you a going-away present. Something to remember me by."

"I'm not going to forget you," Sabine told her with a smile, but reached out to take the box.

"I can't guarantee anything," said Astrid, her smile going a little wry, "but I can at least try to keep up better than I did back when I left."

Which, considering she'd generally stopped altogether, was a pretty low bar.

"All we can do is try," Sabine said lightly.

There was a decent chance she immediately got too busy herself.

"I left a lot of the supplies back in the room, too."

"Well, I should hope not." Lana smiled back. "But I'd like to be with you a bit more practically, too."

In the box, she'd find a vibroknife, very well-made, with abstract engravings on the hilt and a strange sheen to the metal.

"A little tricky to figure what really belonged to who at this point eith most of it, anyway," Astrid noted, "but thanks for that."

It helped the room seem at least slightly less empty.

And also made her remember how Sabine had helped her out with that sort of thing when she first got here, too, since she'd arrived with practically nothing.

"You excited?" she then asked, because that was easier than admitting how much she was going to miss her.

Sabine opened it, looking impressed as she lifted it out of the box to get a better look at it.

"This is beautiful," she said, which was high praise from a Mandalorian. "It's very you."

"I am," Sabine said, like she was a little sorry to admit it when she was leaving. "I'm sad to be leaving, but it'll be good to get back out there and be doing things. Putting my other art to use."

Explosions were art if you looked at them right.

And you didn't even need to look at them too hard to see them that way of they were done by Sabine's hand, either!

"I'm pretty sure," said Astrid fondly, "you're going to have much more interesting things to send."

Or at least Astrid hoped so! It was a lot to ask for, she knew, but she would be fine without Fandom being too inspiring for her own last year.

Lana smiled, relieved and happy. "It's cortosis weave," she explained. "It'll stand up to a blaster bolt. Or a lightsaber, though hopefully you won't need it for that. It's the best way I could think of to help protect you."

"I think it's all going to be either my room on the ship, or photos taken from my helmet for a while," Sabine warned.

Astrid found another shrug. "I'm not picky," she said.

And, feeling like she should say a little more, added, "I'd say be careful out there, or something, but I know better."

There wasn't really any hiding what Sabine thought of that, no.

"Thank you," she said, putting it back in the box until she got a hold of a sheath for it. "I'll keep it with me always."

"I'll be as careful as I can," Sabine assured her. "I do things smart."

And she was generally a big fan of living.

"I mean, sure," Astrid grinned, "you're a high school graduate now."

That was sure to really take her places in space, right?

"That's still very weird," Sabine admitted. "I never thought I'd be in high school in the first place."

Lana leaned in for a hug. "It doesn't mean I won't call, of course, but I know you may not always be able to answer. Just stay as safe as you can and give your Empire hell."

"One of those things is definitely more fun than others, but I'll do my best at both," Sabine promised, hugging her back and maybe holding on a little long.

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