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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[futurespacemom]

"I know you will." Hera restrained the urge to pat him on the cheek.

Then they were in range, and Hera fell silent to focus on the sensors. "Still no sign of any Imperials. Everybody get ready to drop fast, just in case."

[uncertain_dume]

"You heard the lady," Kanan said, turning and settling into his seat. "Sit down and hang on. The Ghost handles like a dream, but it still gets exciting if we're being shot at."

[futurespacemom]

"Which hopefully won't happen, but it pays to be prepared."

She locked onto a location just outside the town still covered in tall grasses, and checked it out. "Looks like we've got a landing site." She came in as quickly and carefully as she could.