An Empire Outpost in the Bryx Sector, A Galaxy Far, Far Away, Thursday Evening

[uncertain_dume]

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!]

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[futurespacemom]

Hera snorted. "No. Especially not while we're on the run from the Empire. I'm sure you can play them without undressing, though."

Nice try, Kanan.

[uncertain_dume]

"We can probably work something out for credits instead," Kanan mused, stroking his beard. "Less fun, but it keeps the stakes up."

[futurespacemom]

"Credits it is. We'll pick up a pack when we're back in town."

Hera prodded Kanan toward the cockpit. "Meanwhile, for now let's keep an eye on the weather and just sit. Maybe talk."

[uncertain_dume]

"Sitting and talking," Kanan echoed with a little smile as he nodded toward the ship's common area. "Sure. Sounds like a good way to pass the time, to me."

Really, it was basically the only way to pass the time, at the moment. He'd take it.

[futurespacemom]

Hera smiled and headed for the common area instead. They'd have to listen harder to hear the storm, but they could sit closer together this way. It was a good trade-off.