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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[thatwaslucky]

Rey had had two bad weeks in a row, and that was to be expected, and she was fine, but she also wouldn't mind a distraction from it

Luckily it was Friday, so Kanan's phone was ringing.

[futurespacemom]

Hera gave him an amused side-eye. "It's certainly useful." She flipped a switch and made sure their spoofed transponder was working before sneaking into the accepted space lane away from Lothal. "How much longer till our portal?"