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"You are sure you do not wants me to wait with you?" J.Lo asked, pressing his squooshy frog face against Slushious's passenger window.

Tip's mom leaned past him to wave. "Text when you get there safe, Turtlebear."

Tip rolled her shoulders back, putting on her absolute bravest face. "I will." They'd already done the tearful goodbye part, J.Lo just hadn't read the memo. Tip resolutely turned away, heading toward the lounge where the school instructions said to wait for the shuttle bus.

"I am changing my minds!" J.Lo called after her. She heard her mom start Slushious's engine up, then start to putter away. "I am not too many olds for high schooooooooooooool!"

Tip made it all the way onto one of the lounge's benches, her suitcases tucked underneath, before her shoulders sagged again. Which was good, because if she hadn't, it'd be one of those legs-gone-away, dropped-on-her-ass moments. Pardon her language.

"C'mon, Tip," she told herself, swiping quickly at her cheeks. "Chin up. You drove across the US with an alien when you were 11. High school should be easy."

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FN-2187 looked down at himself to double check he was just wearing standard-issue Stormtrooper armor. Yep. White plating, check. "Uh, thank you, citizen."

That was a good response, right? He hadn't really been trained on dealing with the public yet, but somehow he got the impression people were usually...less thrilled...to see Stormtroopers. His superiors had told him the Rebels planted all sorts of inaccurate misconceptions in people's minds about them.

"You're welcome!" Steven replied. "Does it have any cool powers? Oh, do you have a jetpack? Oh, oh! Do you have laser eyes?"

He was going into full blown ball of excitement mode.

FN-2187 was very flustered now, but you couldn't see it behind the helmet. "No," he said. "It's just armor." Wait, did that not sound impressive enough? Should he have said yes?

"That's still really cool," Steven said with a nod. "Though all that white means you probably have to clean it a lot, huh? Especially when it rains and gets all muddy out."

"Oh, no, it's plasteel," FN-2187 said. "It just washes off." Granted, his superiors usually made the cadets wash theirs for them, but it wasn't a huge process.

"I don't know what that is," Steven admitted.

He paused. "Will it sound lame if I think that plasteel sounds pretty cool?"

He was a little concerned about seeming lame.

"I don't know exactly what it is, either," FN-2187 admitted. "Manufacturing isn't my area. But it's really tough, so I guess it is pretty cool." In the figurative sense. In the literal sense it was like wearing your own sauna.

"Yeah, it's not mine either," Steven said, thinking back to his failed attempt at building a spaceship. "So are you like a space ranger... guy?"

"Stormtrooper," FN-2187 said. "Cadet." Obviously.

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