Aboard the Ghost, in a Galaxy Far, Far, Away, Wednesday

[uncertain_dume]

"Okay," Kanan said, parked in the copilot's seat in the cockpit of the Ghost. "We'll be dropping out of hyperspace in just a few minutes. The planet we're stopping at is a fairly agrarian world, mostly grasslands with a few scattered mountains, and the presence of the Empire has been stepping up across the planet ever since they opened their industries to the Empire in an attempt to bail themselves out from economic disaster. Farmers are being run off their land and sent to a re-settlement camp with nothing to their names so that the Empire can dig up their homes for mineral deposits underneath."

The ship came out of hyperspace over a world that seemed to be about equal part ocean, stony mountain range, and grassland.

"We're going to be heading into that re-settlement camp," he pointed to the current night-side of the planet, "to deliver our cargo of supplies. We go in, we unload, and we leave. The faster we are about it, the better. We want to avoid too many suspicious eyes. Any questions?"

[OOC: For they who know who they are (and possibly only wanted to sample caf, dammit), and almost certain SP!]

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[thatwaslucky]

“I thought it would be more complicated,” Rey said, unaware that she might be jinxing them.

[uncertain_dume]

"We haven't even landed the ship yet," Kanan pointed out, glancing over at Rey. "But it's not always glory and adventure, either. Rebellions are weird like that."

Quieter than not, until they really started garnering attention.

[thatwaslucky]

“I’m okay with that,” she said easily. Honestly, there was something about dropping in just to help people that gave her the warm fuzzies.

[uncertain_dume]

"Well, good," Kanan chuckled, "because ideally, not getting noticed is the goal. And the residents of this settlement don't even have seeds for growing food unless we manage to get there. They didn't have much of an opportunity to grab anything important before the Empire ran them off their land."

[thatwaslucky]

"So if we do t get this down there it's even worse for them," she said. Hey, no pressure!

[uncertain_dume]

No pressure at all!

"Well, they'll probably starve to death," Kanan confirmed. "So, yeah. It's either life with some slim chance of making enough food to last the year, or a slow, painful death. The next step is making sure they have the equipment to harvest it. And checking back to make sure the Empire hasn't stolen what they've managed to grow."

Basically, they were going to be investing a lot of time around here for a while.

[thatwaslucky]

"These are the parts of a rebellion that don't get talked about, apparently."

But it was good to see that they were helping the little people. It didn't need to be all fighting.

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Bada-boom, bada-bing," Summer said with a little smirk at Rey. A caf run turning into a mission was already a sweet surprise, but it was pretty cool having Rey along, too.

[thatwaslucky]

"Bada-boom?" Rey had never been bada-doomed before.

Or bada-binged, actually.

[somethingwithturquoise]

Summer shrugged a little. "It's an Earth thing."

Which was a super cool thing to say now since she was very, very far from Earth, which a bunch of people not from Earth.

"You hear in shows about mobsters when they talk about a job that should be quick and easy, you go in, you get out, bada-bing, bada-boom."

[thatwaslucky]

"Oh." She paused. "We aren't mobsters, though."

Right? Right?

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Well," Summer said, "noooo. More like vigilantes. It's still a covert mission that needs to be done under a cover of subterfuge because I'm pretty sure the Empire would deem it highly illegal, and that's what mobsters do, too, only they do it for themselves, and we're doing it for the benefit of these poor beleaguered farmers."

[thatwaslucky]

"Rebels," Rey corrected. "That's what it's called here."

Not that she found it really cool or anything.

And not that it wouldn't be very different for her when she was one for real.

"It's shorter, too."

[futurespacemom]

"All that said," Hera added, "if you do spot any suspicious eyes, let me or Kanan know. It could just be they're wary of outsiders, or it could be something more. It wouldn't be the first time the Empire's planted people to weed out dissent."

[uncertain_dume]

"That too," Kanan agreed. "Heads down, eyes up, blasters where you can get to them..."

Did Summer or Rey have blasters? Whatever.

"Comms where you can get to them, otherwise."

...

"I can't shake the feeling that we need codenames for this," he added, glancing at Hera.

[futurespacemom]

Hera thought about it. "It couldn't hurt. I doubt Rey and Summer will have a problem, but after Gorse you're not unknown, and my name has...complications."

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan actually gave an amused little snort at that. Yeah, 'Syndulla' sort of stood out, didn't it?

"Well, then what should we use? Something easy to remember." He tilted his head. "Something that goes with the theme, maybe?"

Look, the ship was the Ghost and the other ship was the Phantom. Nobody could deny there was a theme.

[futurespacemom]

Hey, she was good at eluding Imperial patrols. It was a good theme.

Hera shrugged. "Wraiths? Haunts? Spectres? Spooks?" She smirked at Kanan. "Or we could use something more appropriate for you, like 'shistavanen' or 'wookiee'."

She'd be serious in a minute. For now she was getting in all the humor she could.

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan snorted and shook his head.

"Ha," he said. "You'd be a great Wookiee. You're about as fierce as one."

This was meant as a compliment!

"But I like... wraiths or spectres, I think. Spectre rolls off the tongue, don't you think?"

[somethingwithturquoise]

Excitement was virtually radiating off of Summer like a forcefield. Dropping off supplies for beleaguered farmers under the thumb of capitalistic Empire industrialism? Grampa Rick would never do anything like this, he'd rather be caught dead. This was way better than just some other universe's weird excuse for coffee.

No questions, just a slightly awed "This is so cool" that she actually tried to keep in but did a really poor job of doing.

[uncertain_dume]

Yeah, Summer, Kanan was so going to take a moment to kind of sidle up to you and lightly elbow you in the side.

"You know, I'd be asking most people if they're nervous right now."

'Nervous' didn't seem like quite the right word, here.

[somethingwithturquoise]

Summer grinned, elbowing back. "Good thing I'm not most people," she said. "I'm probably ninety-five percent sure that, even if this does go south faster than Texas outlaw, it won't involve almost being tossed into space via giant catapult or one of your exes trying to murder me, but, hey, if it does?" She shrugged. "Been there, done that."

[uncertain_dume]

"Fortunately, any of my exes are probably on the other side of the galaxy," Kanan offered.

... It was entirely possible he'd fled a planet and never looked back once just because some girl was starting to throw around words like 'marriage.' Which was understandable once you realized he never stayed anywhere longer than two or three months at a time until Fandom.

"We'll do what we can to avoid you being catapulted into space."

[somethingwithturquoise]

Summer quirked an eyebrow that suggested that was a mine she was going to have to tap into one of these days, but obviously not on Cool Mission Day.

"I think that'd be a good idea, yes," she nodded sagely. "So, this is what you guys usually do on your missions, then? Drop off supplies for people who need them?"

[uncertain_dume]

"Drop-offs and pick-ups, mostly," Kanan confirmed. "Not that most of those missions ever go according to plan. Get Hera to tell you about the time we stopped for medical supplies and instead we wound up with a cargo hold full of explosives and Rodian prisoners who needed rescuing."

Or don't, as that was basically the story, right there.