uncertain_dume | MCA #3, Early Sunday Morning

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MCA #3, Early Sunday Morning

So, the storm was... a little more than Kanan had anticipated, even while he did have a hunch that it was going to be more severe than people were bracing for. But for the most part, they were pretty safe at home, having packed up enough emergency supplies to carry them through for a couple of weeks, if need be.

Look, they had no idea how long severe Earth storms lasted. Better safe than sorry. After a few hours, the sound of sharks beating against the outside walls now and again mostly just became background noise, and Kanan and Hera had managed to get to sleep.

... At least until the loud sound of breaking glass coming from the living room, and the sound of barking and angry astromech bleeping that followed. At that point, Kanan was wide awake, and making a grab for whatever weapon fell closest to hand on his way to the bedroom door.

[OOC: For the roommate! Unless anybody wants to swing by to investigate the noise!]

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Hera was a step or two behind him, having stopped to grab her blaster, and rubbed her eyes as they dashed out to the apartment's main room, to find the windows shattered, a shark in the debris thrashing and snapping its jaws, and Chopper standing a few feet in front of it, zapping it each time it tried to move closer.

And yelling at it vociferously in binary.

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Meanwhile, Stance was behind Chopper, backed against the end of the sofa and kind of smushed against the wall there, barking in anxious puppy terror.

Kanan needed a half a second to process what it was he was looking at. And then he threw the lamp he'd grabbed on his way out of the room. Hard. He probably could have grabbed something more functional in this situation, but knocking a few teeth out of the shark's face wasn't really a bad start.

... Shut up.

Hera dodged to one side to get as big a target as she could, took careful aim, and shot the shark. That slowed it down enough she got a better shot, and the next one stopped it moving.

"Chopper, you guys okay?"

An angry but more or less affirmative stream of binary was her answer.

Kanan watched the fish writhe, and then die, and then straightened up to survey the damage, wind blowing through the window tousling his hair and blowing more rain into the room. He let Hera check up on Chopper and Stance, then made his way into the kitchen for a moment, coming back out again with the top of the table he'd been meaning to repair, months back.

Yes, he was slipping on shoes as he went, because this was going to involve a traipse through shattered glass.

It took some doing against the wind, and a good shove using the Force to back him up, and the table was soon sitting flush against the window. A few moments later, and the sofa was lifting up and floating over to join it, some extra weight propped up against it to hold it in place.

"Temporary fix," he promised, frowning down at the shark. "I'll install a new pane once the storm breaks."

Hera nodded. "I'll get the mesh tape so you don't have to keep holding it and we can have a couch to sit on." Not that that wasn't pretty great to see.

And she'd get on that just as soon as she was done comforting Chopper and Stance, both of them still a bit agitated and wanting attention.

Kanan nodded and, since he'd already used it to float a kriffing couch across the room, he was now using the Force to pick up the scattered shards of glass, floating them across the room to deposit them in - he righted it as well, since the wind had toppled it - to the trash bin.

"I appreciate that, whenever you have a moment," he sighed. And then he kicked the shark, mostly out of spite.

Hera really appreciated that - picking up glass by hand was a lot trickier.

She spent another minute rubbing Stance and congratulating and reassuring Chopper, then stood up. Both of them trailed her as she went for the tape, then Stance plastered himself to Kanan's side as Hera handed him a roll and headed over to the window.

Kanan took the tape, reaching down to give Stance a scratch behind the ear before he headed to the window as well, making sure the table was as stuck to the wall as it was going to get.

And then, after a second taken to make certain their makeshift barrier was secure, he turned to look at Chopper.

...

"Hey," he said, kind of awkwardly. "Chop?"

Chopper gave him a slightly suspicious and defensive bleep.

Kanan just held up his hands a little in a sort of gesture of surrender.

"I was just going to say... you did good, there. Thanks for protecting Stance."

Chopper made the droid equivalent of a dismissive sniff. It wasn't like he liked the loud thing, but it was clearly family, and the thrashy thing wasn't.

"Well. Either way." Kanan shrugged his shoulders a little. "I had you figured out wrong, I mean. I owe you an apology."

You know. For assuming Chopper was just a demented bucket of rust with no real use besides running the odd errand for Hera. For that.

Chopper made a definitive "You bet you do!" bleep and waved his arm emphatically.

You were welcome, Kanan. More or less.

"Yeah, yeah." Kanan sighed. "I'm sorry, Chop. You're more than I gave you credit for."

Which wasn't to say Chopper wasn't also a demented bucket of rust. But there was more to him than that, too.

It wasn't also to say Chopper wasn't going to milk that apology for all it was worth.

"Be nice, Chop," Hera murmured to him. "Hey, come help me with this tape?"

He wheeled over to help, cutting it where she indicated.

"Thank you." She gave Kanan a thankful and amused smile over Chopper's head.

Kanan shrugged a little, then made his way over to investigate the shark carcass on the floor.

"Huh," he said, frowning at his fingers after reaching out to touch the thing. "It's sharp."

Like. Its skin. It was sharp.

"We can see if Dr. Lecter knows any good recipes for this later," he decided. "It's just a big fish, right?" In the meantime, he was going to kind of levitate that across the room, while Stance whined and made certain Kanan was between himself and the shark at all times, and deposit it on the kitchen counter. Because it wasn't like he was going back outside with it, at the moment.

"Sharp?" Hera trusted him enough not to try it herself. And she was skeptical about eating it once it sat out until the storm was over, but she'd reserve judgment on that.

"I think this is good; try letting it go slowly."

Hey, he wasn't going to leave it out on the counter the entire time! He was just getting anything off the floor that a curious dog could hurt himself on while they were busy doing other things. Odds were he'd probably clean it and put big chunks of that meat into the freezer all at once, once the living room situation was handled.

"Okay, one couch, back to where the couch goes," Kanan said, gesturing for Stance to get out of the way before playing one-Jedi-moving-crew again. "Let me know how that tape is holding. I'm not opposed to sitting on the bed instead of the sofa until this storm passes."

He'd sat on worse.

Hell, he'd eaten worse than day-old lukewarm shark, too.

Hera checked the tape and tightened it up on one side as the couch moved away, but it was holding. "Unless we get another of those things through here, I think we're good."

She paused. "Maybe we should leave the couch leaning up against it just in case."

"... I." Kanan looked at the couch that was now back on the floor, and then sighed. "If I put it back and you change your mind again, I'm going to make you move it."

He was only mostly joking.

"Your call," Hera said. She hooked her thumb at the window. "What are the chances we get another one through that?"

"If they come in sizes any larger than the one we just got, I'd say the chances are pretty good," Kanan sighed, and once again he was picking up the sofa and manoeuvering it toward the window. "I'd rather not chance it happening again, honestly."

"That's what I thought, too." Hera got out of the way, then helped make sure it was securely braced.

Once Kanan was reasonably certain the sofa and the tabletop weren't going anywhere, he sighed and kind of... took a seat on the floor, sliding back against the wall and surveying the room. Stance wiggled up into his lap pretty much immedaitely with a whine.

"So," he drawled. "That happened."

"Yep." Hera slid down next to him, and Chopper rolled to stand by her. She patted his dome and scritched Stance's head. "That definitely happened."

She looked at Kanan, rolled her eyes, and laughed.

This place!

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