uncertain_dume | The Spaceship Landing Pad, Syndulla Scrap, Sunday Night

It had taken Kanan an almost shameful amount of time after the banishment of the invading future Fandomites before he'd managed to scrape together something vaguely resembling coherent thought. Almost shameful. He wasn't feeling too bad about it if only because A) He'd dropped boulders on himself and B) He was still, you know. Crazy. But even while crazy, he could reason out the fact that he wasn't going to accomplish anything just laying on the ground outside the cave waiting for someone to come tell him what to do, and so he'd sort of half-crawled his way back into town.

Because... maybe someone in town would be able to point him in a direction.

Barring that, maybe someone had some bacta. He had a few injuries that stung more than a little, and he didn't figure anybody would understand the bigger picture if he went and checked himself into the clinic. But there was bacta on the Ghost...

Yeah. That was something. That was a direction to send himself in anyway.

It was possible he was just kind of standing painfully in the junkyard, staring up at Hera's ship. This was about as far as his plan had taken him. Great.

[OOC: For Hera!]

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When Kanan had left to go to the park Friday, he'd recommended Hera stay safe, and while she was generally inclined to go out and help, if there were strange things going on with the Force, she was sensible enough to know she was out of her depth.

So instead of rushing out, she'd headed for the Ghost and secured the scrapyard and ships, then waited to hear from him.

After radio said he'd been petting a giant slug, she'd tried calling. And calling. And calling. She'd finally gone out, gotten ambushed by a slug, killed it, and gone back to the ship. She was just getting together more ammunition and trying to figure out where to start next when Chopper warbled that Kanan was back.

"Chopper, light up the yard." She pulled her blaster, looking around to make sure everything was okay. "Kanan?"

Radio had also said there were different versions of people, so she wasn't going to assume just yet.

Lights, suddenly, bright enough that Kanan flinched and raised one arm to shield his eyes - his other arm didn't seem to be working. Huh. He hadn't noticed before. Taking stock of one's injuries... was that a thing people did? It seemed like it might be, but Kanan found that he wasn't terribly certain, anymore.

He swayed a little where he was standing. Put his weight on the wrong leg, and was rewarded with another sharp jolt of pain that barely earned a gasp in reply.

"... Hera. I..."

He needed something. He thought. Bacta? He'd been here for bacta? He shook his head - even that hurt, and there was dried blood on his face that felt odd when he winced.

Everything was difficult. Thinking was difficult. Existing was difficult. That had been why they were going to end it. But they hadn't. They hadn't. He'd failed them.

Hera winced in sympathy. "Chopper, cover me."

She hurried out, keeping an eye on everything as she went to help Kanan. "Inside. Whatever got to you, is it still out here?"

Kanan stared at her as though he halfway didn't recognize what she was doing. That could just as easily have been the illness as the concussion, really.

"Is.. it?" The student he had fought? Or the rocks that had fallen? He wasn't sure how to answer that, exactly, so he just sort of lifted his one working shoulder in a shrug and answered instead with, "the slugs have left. Everybody from the future, too."

Hera nodded. "Right. Let's get you inside." She supported him as best she could and headed back for the ship.

That... that seemed like a direction. Whether Kanan wanted to live to fight another day, regardless of what he believed in right now, he'd needed that much, and was nodding carefully and leaning on Hera on their way back to the ship.

"Everything's fog," he muttered, and tried to shake his head to clear it. That... that had hurt. A lot.

Hera frowned, but kept going. She pulled him up the ramp and dumped him carefully in the nearest bunk, then went for a medkit.

She was back in a minute. "Did you hit your head?" He looked overall bruised and dusty, and it was hard to tell what was actually wrong. "Where are you hurt?"

"Where? Uh..." Having an answer to that right away would have involved being slightly more self-aware than he'd been for the past day or so. He kind of froze up for a moment, trying to do a quick mental inventory, and then settled on, "There were rocks."

Which wasn't helpful at all. He squinted a bit as he processed that fact.

"Not a big fan of rocks."

That was even less helpful.

Hera sighed. She clearly wasn't getting much out of him right now.

"Okay, never mind. Can you take off your shirt?" She found some wipes and started brushing at his hair, looking for bumps or blood.

Oh, she was most definitely going to find plenty of both. Lucky Hera! And human hair was good fun to try to get dried blood out of, compared to, oh, no hair at all. And especially while Kanan was nodding and then trying to peel his way out of his shirt with only one functional arm.

His torso was basically one big bruise, with a few ribs almost certainly cracked, which would be evident even before he got to the somewhat horrifying moment where he was trying to get a clearly broken arm out of his sleeve without so much as considering exactly how that was going to go for him.

To his credit, he didn't so much as make a sound of protest as he jostled his... everything.

"Not right this - kriffing hells, Kanan, what have you done to yourself?"

Pardon her, but that kind of warranted it.

"Stay still," she ordered sharply, reaching for bacta patches. "I don't even know if we've got enough here; you really need a tank."

She started running lists of friendly planets through her head for one that wouldn't ask too many questions.

Kanan froze, kind of blinking up at her, and then sighed and settled back, staying still, as ordered.

"There were rocks," he said again. "I wound up under them."

Which all on its own was impressive, considering his track record for not being crushed by falling rocks.

Yeah, and don't think Hera didn't remember that. Which meant her next question was, "How?"

"I did it on purpose," Kanan explained. Explaining that was the easy part. Easier than worrying about his own physical state, anyway.

It hadn't even occurred to him to be concerned about his mental state, too.

"I was fighting somebody with a personal shield. Plasma weapons did nothing against her, and she was fighting in close quarters. I decided to slow her down the fastest way I could, if I couldn't put her down outright."

By dropping rocks on them both. As you do.

"...So you dropped rocks on both of you?"

How many times had you been hit on the head before that, Kanan?

"Okay, stay put." She pushed him back on the bunk. "We're heading to the nearest planet with bacta tanks."

She packed the kit away. "Chopper, start a flight check. I'll call Portalocity."

"With tanks? Hera, I'm--" Okay, no, he clearly wasn't fine. He hissed between his teeth a little as he was pushed backward, his entire body protesting vehemently to moving at all. "Staying put."

Great save, Kanan.

He stared up at the ceiling for a moment.

"Can I get a do-over?"

So he could help end the world properly? Or was that bad? He wasn't super sure.

Fortunately, Hera didn't hear that part; she was already on the comm getting them a portal, and then on the comm to...someone who didn't care where their patients came from as long as they could pay.

She was going to stay up in the cockpit while she flew them off Earth, through a portal, and into the traffic heading for their destination. Partly because she could do it better than Chopper, but also partly because she didn't know if she wanted to baby Kanan or strangle him, and she wasn't inclined to let herself do either.

The Spaceship Landing Pad, Syndulla Scrap, Sunday Night

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