Kanan Jarrus, The Last Padawan (
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An Empire Outpost in the Bryx Sector, A Galaxy Far, Far Away, Thursday Evening
It was supposed to be a milk run. In and out, no problem. Hera's sources had tipped her in on the location of a large shipment of bacta and other assorted medical supplies, which they were to come in, pick up, and then drop off on Wobani for a group of escapees from one of the Empire's labor camps. Hera would drop Kanan off, he'd make his way in on foot to secure the payload, and within an hour or two, the cargo would be on the ship, on the way to a group of people who could make far better use of it than the Imps could.
In theory. And Kanan had even managed to make it most of the way in, taking out a small trooper patrol and then helping himself to some of their gear. It was much easier to get in and out of an Empire's loading area when you were dressed for success, after all.
He... hadn't been banking on there being only one crate of cargo in the warehouse.
He extra hadn't been banking on it being accompanied by a half-dozen Rodians wearing shock collars, also awaiting transport to somewhere most certainly unpleasant.
After a quick, hushed conversation with the nervous captives, Kanan sighed and reached for his comm.
"Hey, Hera? How many people can we comfortably fit on the Ghost, anyway?"
[OOC: For she what is piloting the getaway vehicle!]
In theory. And Kanan had even managed to make it most of the way in, taking out a small trooper patrol and then helping himself to some of their gear. It was much easier to get in and out of an Empire's loading area when you were dressed for success, after all.
He... hadn't been banking on there being only one crate of cargo in the warehouse.
He extra hadn't been banking on it being accompanied by a half-dozen Rodians wearing shock collars, also awaiting transport to somewhere most certainly unpleasant.
After a quick, hushed conversation with the nervous captives, Kanan sighed and reached for his comm.
"Hey, Hera? How many people can we comfortably fit on the Ghost, anyway?"
[OOC: For she what is piloting the getaway vehicle!]
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"I really appreciate that. But I hope you're not in this only for me, Kanan. It's too important and too dangerous unless you really want to do it. I'd rather find you when it's done than get you found out or killed."
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He sighed.
"Hera, I'm not going to do anything I don't believe in. I want to think you know me well enough to know that. When there's something I can do, I do it. Hell, I was halfway to committing to something like this before we even met. That stupid island has a funny way of doing that. The difference now is that you make me believe I can. I'm going to end up in this fight one way or another. If it's gonna happen, I want it to happen beside you."
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She saw what looked like a spot (barely) wide enough to land, and started to head for it.
"I've been doing this mostly alone for a while. It's good to have someone I know has my back. And for what it's worth, when all this is done," because she was determined it would be, "and I look around, I do hope to see you there."
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It faded just slightly as one of the Rodians made an 'awww' sound from the doorway to the cockpit.
"Oh, come on," he muttered, "don't you have a cargo to secure or something?"
That only took so long to do, Kanan.
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She probably wouldn't, but she didn't need the audience either.
"Right there," she pointed out to Kanan as the rodian left. There would probably be about ten meters' clearance on either side of the Ghost, but scans reported it flat enough to land.
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She got a rude noise as Chopper came back up to the cockpit, but he only waited for a pat on the head before he locked himself to the deck and powered down.
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"The shock collars."
They were powered on pretty much constantly. And they had to get them off the Rodians anyway. They had the tools to remove them, at least, but they were going to have to do that pretty much right away.
"And potentially whatever's in that crate. You take care of one, I'll take care of the other?"
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For reasons that probably didn't need to be expounded on. She'd grown up on Ryloth, after all.
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And if the contents of that crate were anything seriously dangerous, he'd stand a better chance of knowing before it was even entirely open.
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"Let's get that thing off. What's your name?" She sat her down and went to work.
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Good. Great. Normally he'd just shoot the lock off at that point, with time at a premium the way it was. But he wasn't about to try that without knowing what was on the inside.
He sighed, and then settled in to start slicing the lock in earnest. Ah, what he wouldn't give to have Kasmir here right now.
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She shut the next one down, then killed the lock. "Got it?"
The woman nodded, and Hera handed off the tools and grabbed another set.
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"Paydirt."
He pushed open the lid. And then blinked.
"Well. It isn't bacta."
There were enough guided explosives in that crate to level a small city planet if pointed correctly. No wonder those troopers hadn't been shooting his way when he'd made off with the cargo.
Skelly would have loved this.
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"So what - whoa."
That was a lot of explosives. And they were on her ship this time.
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Because he'd be perfectly happy with them nowhere near him ever.
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She'd seen enough large explosions this year, thank you.
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Their market stop was supposed to be after the quick in-and-out to pick up bacta.
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If it really came down to it, he could go out and try to forage in the storm. Which would be... an adventure.
"I'm not hungry anyway. You guys can divide up my share if you need more."
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It wasn't like there was much to do otherwise. Even the dejarik table was turned off. "Next time," she murmured to Kanan, "maybe we should pick up some of those old-fashioned paper books."
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Look, it wasn't that paper books weren't a thing in their galaxy, but it wasn't like they were much more than a novelty, either.
"We could get some of those old-fashioned paper playing cards, too."
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Nice try, Kanan.
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