No Place Like Home
He nods towards a street corner. “Crashed a speeder there once.” His great grandmother was livid. The owner of the building he crashed into even more so. “Feels good to be home.”
It really does. Maybe there’s something in that saying about how absence makes the heart grow fonder, or whatever.
“Do you ever regret leaving?”
That’s… not a question Greez expected to ever have to answer. “Well, it’s my home,” he says. “But it really took a toll during the war, and the Empire didn’t exactly make things much better.”
[Or; The Mantis Crew venture to Lateron to replace the Mantis' escape pods. This goes well, until it doesn't. Because of course that goes wrong too.]
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