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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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Sabine facepalmed.

"Hey! How about we check the ship to make sure we can get home?" she suggested.

"Great idea," Kanan grumbled, already brushing past the lion. "I want to get in there and run the diagnostics before something else hap--"

That would be the sound of the ship's engine's powering on, right there, coupled with, unsurprisingly, the sound of a giggling monkey.

"Oh, FRAK THIS."

"Do you think that thing knows what a blaster is?" Sabine groused, going for hers.

"I think it's about to find out," Kanan growled, stalking toward the ship, a faintly distressed lion jogging along behind him.

"Playful Heart really doesn't mean any harm, he just... gets carried away," Brave Heart was insisting, a bit wide-eyed. "What are those?"

"Weapons!" Sabine answered, running along. "Which is what happens when someone tries to steal our way out!"

"And I am not getting stuck in the Forest of Feelings because somebody named Playful Heart stole my ship!"

Said Kanan, of his stolen ship.

Brave Heart continued to trip along behind, waving his paws up in the air.

"Wait, wait! There's no need this needs to get mean-hearted!"

"Space," Kanan complained. "Really?!"

"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.

Kanan, meanwhile, was stopping just to the side of the ship, blaster also pointed.

And Brave Heart was stopping to the other side of the ship and giving a roar.

... Or, rather, he yelled the word, "ROAR!" really, really loudly. Kanan rolled his eyes.

And then a trumpeting sound called back.

And a howl. And a yowl. And from somewhere near a river not far off, a... peep. And as those calls sounded, more animals came running out of the forest. A blue dog. A pink elephant. A purple penguin and a raccoon in a similar hue. A green lamb. And so on, and so forth, all stepping up to form a circle around the ship, and... yelling at it.

After a few moments, very sheepishly (with apologies to Gentle Heart), Playful Heart peered up from the cockpit and smiled, first at Sabine, and then at Kanan.

"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.

After a very brief hesitation, and some frantic gesturing from Brave Heart, Playful Heart gave a small chittering sound before eeever so carefully climbing out from the cockpit of the ship, skittering down the hull, and then parking himself behind the lion, so that Brave Heart was between him and the two humans with guns still pointed at him.

Kanan didn't hesitate from there. That was a Force leap right up and onto his ship again, so that he could make damn sure there was no damage done.

... Beyond whatever it might have gotten from the tree.

"All right," Sabine said, dropping her arm but keeping her blaster in hand. "We can take it from here. Nothing left to see, move along..."

That was.... a lot of colorful animals.

It really was. And Kanan was kind of staring out at them with slightly wide eyes as he settled himself into the cockpit and started the ship's computer on a diagnostic scan of the whole thing, bottom to top.

"We've definitely got it handled," he said, after a few seconds taken to process what it was he was seeing here.

... If he didn't know better, he'd think that this place was at least tangentially related to the place he'd gotten Stance from.

The animals all looked at one another, and then to the lion, and then back to Sabine and Kanan. The lion cleared his throat.

"If you're sure there's no way we can be of assistance..."

"Nope, we're definitely good here," Sabine said, backing towards the ship. "No more help is needed. Seriously."

"Well, if you're sure..." The lion sounded faintly dubious. A few of the other animals crowded in for a better look at the ship.

Kanan, for his part, mostly just frowned at his control displays as the diagnostic scans finished up.

"Well," he mused, "the good news is that the worst of the damage is a bunch of leaves and twigs jammed in the wing joints."

"Easy enough to fix," Sabine said, already headed that way. "There's no bad news, right?"

"I can't get a signal out to Portalocity," Kanan piped up. "Does that count as bad news?"

It seemed to him like maybe it might.

A murmur of concern swept through the crowd of pastel animals.

Sabine stopped.

"Can you tell if it's us or their issue?"

If it was then, she might be able to do something. If it was then, she was at a loss, and also once they hit back the Portalocity office was getting paintbombed.

Kanan hit a few more buttons. Frowned. Reached for his phone, peered at it, and frowned a little more.

"Well, I've got no bars," he shared, "so I'm guessing it's on our end."

That murmur grew, and now there was assorted mumbling about 'bars.'

"It might be the tree cover. Hera and I were both working on trying to upgrade the signals on our stuff," she said, getting her phone out and checking it. "I've got a bar, at least."

Kanan blew out a thankful breath, leaning his head back and slumping backward in his seat.

"Excellent. See if you can get through, then, and I'll clear out the wings so we can try again."

The sooner they weren't being accosted by giggling monkeys, the better.

Sabine stayed outside so she could walk around a little in case she could get a second bar while she waited for the app to load.

It took a few minutes before she was able to get it to go through, and the relief in her voice was obvious when she called, "Got it!"

"Good," Kanan called back, sounding relieved, himself. He wasn't leaving the cockpit, so help him Force, and so he was sitting in the pilot's seat with a hand extended, nudging debris out from the ship's hinged components. "And I think we're just about ready on this end, too."

"Good," Sabine said, climbing back into the cockpit. "We can get out before- You know what, I'm not even gonna chance jinxing it."

"Please don't," Kanan replied, grimacing and letting what felt like half a tree's worth of heart-shaped leaves and twigs drift to the ground.

A little teal cat made a thrilled mewing sound and started pouncing on them. Kanan shook his head, closed the cockpit's canopy down over the top of them and started to guide the ship up off the ground.

"Well," Brave Heart mused as he watched the Escape take off. "They seemed nice."

Even he sounded a little dubious, though.

"I was not a fan of them," Sabine decided.

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