Kanan Jarrus, The Last Padawan (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
uncertain_dume) wrote2017-12-17 09:25 pm
uncertain_dume) wrote2017-12-17 09:25 pm
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!]
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!]