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Jackets

The blonde pilot stormed into the cockpit, temper flaring, her boots were loud and punctuated every step as she stomped around. She paced briefly between the seats, before removing her jacket.

Juno threw her imperial jacket harshly onto the co-pilot's seat and her cap followed suit. She stood in her grey issued tank top, hands on her hips, just fuming. The nerve of that…boy! She had never met anyone more reclusive and rude as him. Juno had only wanted to talk. After all, there were just the two of them on this ship, what else was she supposed to do?

She laughed inwardly to herself. She knew exactly what she was supposed to do. Keep his ship running and fly him wherever his missions required. Her job was summed up in one sentence. She missed her tie-fighter, she hated being chained up waiting for Starkiller to return from his missions, and she just wanted freedom.

She massaged the back of the pilot's seat just thinking, her hair falling out from behind her ear into her line of sight. There was no real reason to be upset with him, but he had no reason to dismiss her so easily. The way he was able to bluntly ignore her was both insulting and somewhat intriguing. She was just trying to be friendly with him, she figured that like her he could do with a little social interaction and she certainly wasn't going to the droid for some. Her mind wandered. She thought that they had made some kind of progress, it hurt her just a little, apparently this was a one-sided friendship. For once in her life she found someone she actually wanted to talk to. Then again if he wanted solitude so badly she might as well give him that as she knew the feeling all too well.

Distance, Juno had to remind herself. Never get too close. People, in her experience, always ending up disappointing her.

People may disappoint but ships rarely do. Juno fiddled with the controls on the dash, setting the ship on autopilot. As much as he missed her former ship she enjoyed the challenge of discovering the secrets of a new one. Juno listened carefully for possible approaching footsteps but heard nothing so she leaned back into the confines of pilot's chair propping her boots up. She took this moment to unwind and relax. Juno pushed her hair back then crossed her arms and stared out to the twinkling stars.

The galaxy really was beautiful and she was never really able to verbally express the charm the stars held for her. Either from being lost in thought or the comfort of her chair her eyes started to droop, she tried to fight the drowsiness that crept upon her. Juno ended up losing the battle. Closing them she told herself she was only going to rest for a moment.

Her head fell forward, jolting her from her sleep. She was panicked for a minute. It was unlike her to fall asleep at the helm, she was afraid that she would be seen as unprofessional. That was something she did not wanted associated with her. She also did not need a reminder of how many pilots had come before her.

It was during the brief moment of panic she noticed something strange. Her chest was unusually warm for having fallen asleep without her jacket on, as the ship was always set at a low, uncomfortable temperature. The source of the warmth was easy to find. Her jacket had been draped over her upper-half. Juno's eyebrows knitted together, she could distinctly remember throwing her jacket and cap on the co-pilot's chair, she looked to her right to find her cap resting on the seat, slightly moved from it's previous position. Her stomach gave a small jolt when she realized just how the jacket had made itself onto her while she slept. Juno could feel heat rising up to her cheeks; her earlier feelings of annoyance seemed so silly now.

She closed her eyes, snuggling deeper into the warmth, smiling to herself.