The Junkyard, Late Monday Afternoon

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Tahiri didn't get a chance to visit Fandom as often as she liked. Some days, when life among the colonists on Zonama Sekot got too contentious, she wished she could just book a portal and head out for a few days, but her sense of duty was too strong for her to ever really give in to the impulse. Not today, though; the pull she felt in the Force

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Anakin had felt Tahiri's presence on the island as soon as she'd arrived. It wasn't the same Tahiri, granted; her Force presence was older, more sober, tempered by whatever had happened in years he had yet to experience, but he would know her anywhere.

"Hi," he answered, turning around, and she wasn't his Tahiri but regardless, a smile broke out across his face as soon as he saw her. "What are you doing here?"

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Tahiri clamped down on the surge of pain that ignited in her gut at the sight of that badly-missed lopsided grin, drew on it to strengthen her resolve the way any Yuuzhan Vong would, and returned the smile. "Hi yourself. I thought I'd come by for a visit." Gross understatement, of course, since she'd been all but compelled to get here. "And of course I'd arrive just in time to see you try and smoke jets out of here. Anakin Solo, that is so like you --"

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"Same old Tahiri," Anakin broke in with a laugh. "Still lecturing me, huh?"

Really, he'd gotten one from Jaina a little while ago, but with Tahiri it was different, somehow.

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Tahiri gave him an odd little smile and kept a tight rein on her emotions. "Never pass up the opportunity when I can get it. You know that. Where are you going?"

She knew, of course, and wished she didn't.