The platform Cappadocious never seemed to be still. The bustle of people had no pattern that Ryn could tell. It didn't matter the hour there was always someone going somewhere or coming from something. Kathryn was content to just stay in her newly assigned bunk and try to stay out of trouble.

"Are you really just going to read...whatever that is, all day?"

Ryn rolled her eyes and looked up at the upside-down face of her friend from her hometown. The only person who really knew who she was, and therefore the person she had to trust the most right now.

"You just going to, hang out, up there all day, Cam?"

She allowed a smirk to cross her controlled features. Cam Quinn was younger than her, yet he had joined the Vast Empire before she did. He was nearly done with his basic training and would be receiving his assignment soon. They knew each other from the shipyard she had worked in briefly, too briefly.

Ryn's parents had a nasty habit of interfering in her life. A fact that drove her to the Vast Empire, which was a place she hoped they would never be able to find her. It wasn't that she hated her family, in fact she missed them in a way. It was the need to mold her into someone that she was not facilitated her choice to leave. One day, she hoped to return, once they could accept she would not be a brainless noble woman trophy on some man's arm.

"So Cam, what kinda trouble shall we get into today?"

The platform had every facility you would find on your standard military base. A nice combination of recreation facilities, training rooms, exercise equipment, and then there were the hangars. That was Ryn's favorite place. Seas of TIE fighters of various styles and transports awaiting training missions.

"You know we could go spar?" Cam turned to look at her face and knew the answer. "Oh fine, lets go back to the hanger and see if the tech's will let you play with their tools."

"Gee, that sounds kinda bad."

Cam gave her a taken aback look. "Such a dirty mind."

CQ, as the other pilots referred to her friend, was tall and lanky. He chose the correct division because he looked nothing like an army grunt. Scruffy red hair hung unchecked over his green eyes.

"Actually you'll like this, I have a surprise for you."

"Oh?" They passed a group of fellow Raptors whom she nodded to absentmindedly since her attention was now completely on Cam.

He just smiled and walked faster. They made there way through the hanger, avoiding supply crates and tools as they headed towards an alcove. She had no clue where they were going, getting to and from the mess hall still required a datapad and map app close at hand.

Once they crossed the threshold of the small room her friend had lead her to, Ryn found it hard to wipe the smile off her face.

"Yanno, if only I could over come this impulse to punch you on sight, I'd kiss you right now."

The room was filled with discarded parts for droids, and Cam  had placed the shell of a R2 unit on a workbench with several parts already dug out of the rubble.

"Yea, I figured you could use a hobby. Other than punching me, of course."

"Nicely done, well I have at least a couple hours to kill. Hows about you and I get to work?"

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Word Count: 591 - not much just a little character study