"He's right here. Come on!" Jamie cried out, sprinting as hard as she could toward the hangar.
Teller and Thayla followed close behind, as much as they could.
The door slid open and Jon was standing there, already waiting for her.
"Hey, wookie."
Jamie jumped into her father's arms and hugged him like she hadn't seen him in years.
Although to be fair, in the last two weeks they had all gone to war and come back.
"How is Nordic doing?"
"That Mavis girl is really whipping them into shape," Jon replied, before coming up and hugging Thayla. "I missed you."
"I missed you too."
He pulled back from her and gave Teller a simple handshake, but the young man still told him, "I missed you."
"I missed you too, kid. I also have a present for you."
Jon turned and led them into the hangar, where the light from the setting sun was bathing the entire space in a warm glow.
Droids ran back and forth, some on patrol and some on repair duty, but all hard at work.
Human workers ran maintenance checks on the last few ships that hadn't been repaired after the bombardment, many of which would be needed for clearing the debris out of Centrallis's orbit, and at the far end of the hangar they unloaded the ship Jon had just parked minutes earlier.
"Mavis and I talked about the future of trade on this little rock and how we're going to keep the flow of building materials flowing. They desperately need pilots and they're offering me a ship."
"That's amazing!" Teller said, but Thayla was not so excited.
"Does that mean you're going to be in space full-time?"
"Not all the time, but quite a bit. I'll get something with plenty of room," he said, tussling Jamie's hair.
Thayla still looked concerned, until Jon finally turned to their daughter.
"Jamie, you'll be splitting your time up between your mother and I."
"But I won't-"
"I know it will be hard, but we'll all still be a family. Besides, Thayla is the only person I trust to train you to become a Jedi."
"She's very effective," Teller chimed in.
"You bet she is." As the words left his mouth, the workers pulled the last item out of the cargo ship, Jon's speeder, which barely fit alongside the crates of supplies.
"You finally got it back."
"I did," said Jon, tossing Teller the code-key to unlock the ship. "It needs a good home and a good pilot."
As if on queue, the door opened up and D0-1T came rolling down the ramp, beeping excitedly.
"You can't take the droid though. I need it to watch my back."
"I can't take your speeder," Teller said, dumbfounded. "It has to be worth a lot of money."
"I'd rather have it go to a good home than make one single credit. Keep it."
Teller simply glowed with excitement, even showing the R2 unit as it rolled over to meet them. "Check it out, buddy!"
Completely overwhelmed, Teller wrapped his arms around Jon and thanked him, repeatedly. The droid moved over to Jamie, who patted it on the dome and told it how happy she was that it was safe. Thayla pried the two men apart, so that Jon could catch his breath.
The battle was done. The fighting was over, for now. The small, patchwork family looked out of the hangar bay, toward the sun colliding with the horizon, and thought only about the future.
In Teller's case, it was the first time since arriving on Centrallis that the future was worth thinking about, and for that he was happy.