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No one was Surprised when they found out James had a Child.....

The crying. That seemed to be the theme for them both today. He hadn't shed this many tears over several years combined. It was--strange.

He scooped his Princess up in his arms and kissed her forehead, "Alright, miss, now, what else is it that you kids do for fun these days?"

He asked with a wink. It was a matter of just making this day completely unforgettable--for the right reasons.

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James grimaced, noticing her leg was swelling up. He would make sure that droid got repurpose later. A fancy term for torturing the mechanical being. He was ok with that. He carried her back into the medbay and set her down gingerly, giving the droid a cold look.

"Fix it, now, or ye gonna wish ye had never been made," the spacer growled.

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James scowled at the droid, "Fix it. Now."

If James didn't know any better, he would say the droid gave a tremor of fear as it moved to obey his order. The robot quickly and easily wrapped a caste around her leg, securing it and making it one again. All the while its owner looked on with fierce, fatherly protection.

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James gave the droid a glowering look. It better know the right answer to this question.

"Of course," it said quickly before adding a few coats of color adhesive to the caste. It gave her and James a very cautious, almost fearful look. "Is this satisfactory?"

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James nodded and hurried to the other side of the medbay to grab a pair of crutches before hurrying back. He didn't know they were already claimed by the man taking a nap in the bed beside them. Oh well, he would have to find a new pair when he woke up. But none of that mattered now.

James gently eased his daughter up with careful hands, "There ye go, Princess. Nice and easy."

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James gave her a gentle back rub, "Take your time, Princess."

He didn't know what exactly to do with all these paternal instincts. It was tearing him apart seeing her in pain like this.

"Some first day," he muttered to himself.

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Honestly? James was exhausted. The emotional roller coaster had all but taxed the last of his reserves. He stiffled a yawn and rubbed his face, "I dunno, Princess, what do ye want to do?"

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"Get something to eat?" she says and begins to try to figure out how to move on the crutches. She was exhausted and was still in shock about her mom. The woman who had raised her and loved her for 13 years was now face down in the snow on the hell hole called Hoth. She thought it was her fault. If she would have noticed her mother missing she may have been able to save her life. All of the stress now showed on the 13 year olds face in a split second

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James gave her a reassuring pat on the back and steadied her as they began to slowly leave the medbay. It wasn't like he was in a hurry.

And there it was. Again, the sadness, the pain. It wasn't like he didn't know it was there, or that he didn't feel it. She was his daughter, after all. Even if they had just met a few hours ago, there was biology. And that he knew what it felt like to watch your only parent die in front of you.

He led her into the cafe. Unfortunately their food wasn't the best, but it wasn't the worst. After all, meal bars, nerf steak, and mashed potatoes couldn't go wrong. Well, ok they could but he had only the best robotic staff on hand taking care of maintenance. They sat down at the table, mostly alone.

"So," he began sipping at a cup of caf on his food tray, "tell me what ye like to do, hobbies and the like."

He figured it was a start.

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James pushed her plate of food closer to Brookie, as he tended to his own, making sure she would eat. She was a growing girl, after all, he had to make sure she got her nutrition.

He cut off a slightly-too large portion of nerf steak and shoved it in his mouth, chewing.

"That's my girl," he muttered from between his bits of food before shoveling more in. It had been almost two days since his last meal. He had been on the run for---well too many days in a row.

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