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Kanan Jarrus, The Last Padawan ([personal profile] uncertain_dume) wrote2019-03-09 10:19 am

The Escape, Saturday Morning

As sometimes happened, Kanan's supplies were running low. He needed to re-fuel his ship, top up his medkit with bacta patches, grab emergency rations for his ship, and he really couldn't get away with putting any of those things off any longer. And since he happened to know a certain somebody who had been grappling with homesickness for some time now, he had called up Sabine, asking if she was up for making a routine supply run back home, in case there was anything she wanted to top up on herself.

Kanan had no idea if she actually needed anything or not, but he hadn't been surprised when she'd agreed to come along. He imagined she'd come up with something to justify the trip, if nothing else.

"Same rules as last time," he said easily as he steered the ship up, out of atmosphere and into orbit, "you're welcome to bring anything you like back, just so long as it's properly contained. Explosives are welcome on this ship, explosions aren't."

[OOC: For that Mandalorian! NFB for distance!]
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[personal profile] seriesofbaddecisions 2019-03-10 05:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Did they? Did they really have to forgive that?

"That's a word for it," Sabine said dryly, starting to climb down since she figured the ship wouldn't be crashing down on anyone now.
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[personal profile] seriesofbaddecisions 2019-03-10 06:09 pm (UTC)(link)
"We got here by accident," Sabine explained once she'd jumped the last few feet down. "All of a sudden we were in a tree. We're not even sure where we are."

The answer had better not include the word 'tree.'
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[personal profile] seriesofbaddecisions 2019-03-10 06:31 pm (UTC)(link)
"The... Forest of Feelings," Sabine repeated, glancing at Kanan.

Was that weirder than the monkey? She didn't know.
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[personal profile] seriesofbaddecisions 2019-03-10 06:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Sabine winced, and called, "Right now it's time to stop helping! No more helping!"
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[personal profile] seriesofbaddecisions 2019-03-10 07:31 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah," she said, already starting off. She didn't need to be told twice.

She returned a moment later, gesturing in that direction. "There's a clearing over there, should be big enough."
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[personal profile] seriesofbaddecisions 2019-03-10 08:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Sabine was watching with interest herself, her head tilted a little. She'd seen smaller scale things before, but this was her first time seeing a Jedi so something like this.

And if the monkey dared to interrupt, so help her.
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[personal profile] seriesofbaddecisions 2019-03-10 08:53 pm (UTC)(link)
"They have an office I can wreck," Sabine noted. "You okay?"
seriesofbaddecisions: (armor: gestures)

[personal profile] seriesofbaddecisions 2019-03-10 09:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Sabine paused.

"It's kind of like an internal belly badge," she tried.
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[personal profile] seriesofbaddecisions 2019-03-10 09:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Sabine facepalmed.

"Hey! How about we check the ship to make sure we can get home?" she suggested.
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[personal profile] seriesofbaddecisions 2019-03-10 09:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"Do you think that thing knows what a blaster is?" Sabine groused, going for hers.
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[personal profile] seriesofbaddecisions 2019-03-10 09:48 pm (UTC)(link)
"Weapons!" Sabine answered, running along. "Which is what happens when someone tries to steal our way out!"
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[personal profile] seriesofbaddecisions 2019-03-10 10:03 pm (UTC)(link)
"If you don't want it to get mean-hearted, call off your friend," Sabine said, stopping in front of the ship with her blaster pointed.

Not that she'd shoot at it. This was a warning.
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[personal profile] seriesofbaddecisions 2019-03-10 10:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"Out," Sabine ordered, waving the the blaster in a short 'come this way' gesture.

She'd deal with the- sigh- pastel friends of his in a second, because for some crazy reason she wasn't much with trusting Playful Heart today.

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