MCA #3, Sunday Late Afternoon

It had all happened in a bit of a blur. Kanan had gotten home from work, had settled in for a quiet night of staring off, bored, into the void in the company of his dog and a bottle of something 160 proof, and had almost immediately been interrupted with a call from Portalocity. Apparently whatever the hold-up was keeping them from safely opening further portals to his home reality had been cleared, apparently something called a 'mynock' had gotten into the system on that end (of course it had been a kriffing mynock) and Kanan was cleared for portal travel back to Gorse whenever was most convenient. They would even give him half off the fare for his next trip!

Provided he took it in the next two hours.

Kanan looked at Stance, and sighed.

"I suppose if I'm going to stick around, I had better at least face the music and give Okadiah back his ship. Maybe I can catch a lift on an outgoing freighter and find my way to Moraga to pick up the Escape from there."

Stance whined, tilted his head at Kanan, and then gave his tail an experimental wag.

"Sorry, boy. I'm gonna have to find a sitter for you. At least until Steve gets Tony to make you that Adventure Dog harness."

Stance huffed and flopped down on the sofa, leaving Kanan to make preparations.

[OOC: Open! Last for-interaction post for at least a few days from this loser here!]

The Asteroid Belt Cantina, The Planet Gorse, Sunday Night Fandom Time

Kanan had been on the island for almost a year. The calendar agreed, the computing systems on the Expedient agreed. But upon arriving back on Gorse, Kanan had been somewhat stunned to realize that time itself was checking for a second opinion. His arrival at the Asteroid Belt hadn't been met with admonishments for vanishing with Moonglow Property since forever. It had been met with Okadiah, his employer, making his way up to him and patting him down, making sure that he was in one piece.

Yesterday, the old man had said. They hadn't had word from Kanan since yesterday, when out of nowhere they'd lost all contact with the ship. Moonglow didn't keep such close tabs on its ships to be able to tell if they'd blown up or simply taken off into hypserspace for who-knows-what-reason, mostly because of a lack of funds for that sort of equipment, but witnesses had seen something bright flash in and out of existence, and then one of Moonglow's freighters had disappeared.

"It was the load of baby," Kanan managed, after a few minutes of looking bemused. "The Expedient's sensors indicated that it had gone unstable. I barely had time to eject my cargo and make the jump to hyperspace before it blew."

"Well, you're lucky you did, my lad," Okadiah had replied, giving Kanan a warm pat on the shoulder. "And so are we. My best pilot, back from the dead? Drinks are on the house tonight!"

... Okay, maybe Kanan would hand Okadiah his notice in the morning, instead.

[OOC: Establishy. NFI and NFB because distance. And I would like to apologize in advance for the novel I'll be slowly posting over the course of this week.]