MCA #3, Sunday Late Afternoon

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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!]

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For as glad as he could possibly be. Kanan was planning on quitting his job back there and never looking back, while he was at it.

"He'll probably be relieved to not have to replace it, if he hasn't already," Kanan replied, shrugging. "Expedient gets the job done, but it isn't like she's worth all that much. Baradium haulers aren't exactly bought with longevity in mind."

Kanan was called a 'suicide flyer' by the miners on Cynda for a reason.

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"Yeah yeah," Eliot teased. "Spaceship for hauling space-rock. He can always scrap it for parts."

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"Spaceship for hauling explosives," Kanan corrected, grinning a little. "I try not to take the boring jobs, you know."

He often took the stupid, dangerous ones that no sane person wanted!

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"'Course not. You're far too young and foolish to take a nice, steady paycheck."

Eliot had not had barely had any nice, steady paychecks in his life.

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"For what it's worth," Kanan offered, reaching to grab his duffel bag from beside the door, "before my promotion to suicide flyer, I was just the guy who drove the hoverbus."

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That got another Look from Eliot.

"And who told you that was a promotion?"

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"The pay was better," Kanan replied with a shrug. "And I was just going to get bored and take off, otherwise. Until getting stuck on Fandom, after the war, I'd never stuck around anywhere as long as I stuck around Gorse."

A whopping five whole months. Ooo. Aah.

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"And you heard 'suicide flyer' and went yep, that's the job for me."

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"It's only a suicide flight if the ship blows up," Kanan said, smirking. "I'm too good a pilot for that to happen."

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Eliot just continued to Look.

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"Oh, come on," Kanan sighed. "Don't make me get into this."

Kanan, you were going to have to get into this, at this rate.

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"Ain't makin' you get into anything," Eliot said. "Just thinkin' about how you're so. Very. Fifteen."

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"Eugh," Kanan said, eloquently. "Are we still stuck on the fifteen thing? What would it take for me to at least manage a fifteen and a half, anyway?"

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"I dunno, growth as a person, probably," Eliot said.

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"Well, that's not likely to happen any time soon," Kanan decided. "Fifteen it is, I guess."

Yeah, he really didn't see the rest of this week coming.