Aboard the Ghost in the GFFA, Friday Afternoon, Fandom Time

[uncertain_dume]

The supply run to Tarkintown had gone surprisingly according to plan, this week. They'd picked up the food and tools to bring to the Lothal folks who had been displaced, dropped them off, helped the locals hide them away somewhere that wouldn't be immediately noticed by Imperials, all while Kanan sauntered around in the Stormtrooper armor he'd... liberated... on that trip for medical supplies that had gone to hell the moment they'd stumbled across Imperial prisoners.

Hera blamed the success of this mission on fortuitous timing and solid planning.

Kanan, mostly just to be contrary, blamed it on his clever disguise.

"This armor is still stupid," he informed her, "but I'm keeping it."

[OOC: Open for texts and phone calls! Thread with Hera last chronologically!]

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[futurespacemom]

Hera nodded. "Should take us half an hour for that, so we've got a bit of a buffer. We'll just take our time, blend in with the rest of the traffic."

[uncertain_dume]

"There's no point in hurrying, that's what gets their attention in the first place, right?" Kanan was frowning a little as he dropped the armor piece to the side and sat himself down to work on those leg guards, next. "Pretty sure we can have that portal held if this ends up taking longer, anyhow."

[futurespacemom]

"I can't see why it would," Hera said, "but that's good to know anyway."

There was no sense tempting fate.

"Where should we go for class next week?" she asked. "Do you think there's a medical facility that could use help? Or maybe we could go smaller, find a local garden or something."

[uncertain_dume]

"Garden sounds like a good way to get people back into the swing of things," Kanan mused. "One of those community ones that grows food for the homeless, maybe. They probably need help with the harvest this time of year."

[futurespacemom]

"That's a good idea," Hera agreed. "Maybe the folks at that soup kitchen can point us in the right direction."

[uncertain_dume]

"If anybody can, it's--"

Kanan didn't finish that sentence. The moment he got the last piece of armor off, he promptly turned into a loth-cat.

"Rrrr?"

COME ON. HE WASN'T EVEN ON THE ISLAND.

[futurespacemom]

Puzzled, Hera risked a glance back. Then did a double-take.

"Space, at least we're in the lane." She flipped on the autopilot and thumbed the comm. "Chopper, keep an eye on the helm!"

Then she was piling Kanan's armor to one side, eyeing the lothcat. "Kanan? Please tell me this is just the island doing something weird. Are you okay?" Apart from the obvious. Hopefully he was an okay lothcat.

[uncertain_dume]

Yeah, yeah, he was fine. He was ANNOYED, but he was fine. He gave a little growl of annoyance, tail thrashing behind himself, and plodding around Hera's ankles for a moment before jumping up and parking himself in the co-pilot's seat.

[futurespacemom]

Hera sighed. "Well, at least it didn't happen on the ground." She sat back down in the pilot's seat, checked everything, and kept them going. "We'll be back to the island soon."

She thought about it.

"Hopefully I won't be an ancient Jedi Master again this time."