Hondo's Ship, Hyperspace, Late Tuesday

[snipsnspecks]

Of the many things that Ahsoka was finding less than surprising about the last few days, that the mess was doing double duty as a medbay was one of them, though she questioned the wisdom of storing bacta next to ration packs. Which wasn't exactly a new thing when it came to Hondo, really.

Still, it could have been worse. She gingerly peeled off the makeshift field dressing off her biceps and started applying a bacta patch to the blaster burn there one handed. She might have had to do this in the ship's fresher. There was barely enough room to swing a tooka in there.

[Still NFB because spaaaace.]

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[snipsnspecks]

Ahsoka resisted the urge to snatch her hand and the crystals away from Hondo. She wasn't so successful with resisting the urge to snap "Go looking for Corusca gems, then. We don't choose them for looks. Didn't."

[hondo_yes]

"No, you used them for your laser-swords," Hondo said, far more seriously than most would've given him credit for, and while he hadn't mentioned it, he had noticed absence of Ahsoka's, not leat because it'd been half the reason he'd felt confident enough in 'recruiting' her.

He was a man who was very, very good at ignoring his conscience, which made the times he couldn't even more inconvenient. Sighing, he reached over to close Ahsoka's fingers fully over the crystals. "I doubt I could have found anyone who believed they were the real thing anyway." At least he was still capable of lying to himself.

[snipsnspecks]

Ahsoka wondered if this was what going mad felt like. "Hondo..."

[hondo_yes]

"No, no, do not say a word." Do not remind him of the two fortunes he was giving up.

He stood. "Now, let us return to your charming little island."