The Spaceship Landing Pad, Syndulla Scrap, Sunday Night

[uncertain_dume]

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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[futurespacemom]

"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.

[uncertain_dume]

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.

[futurespacemom]

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

[uncertain_dume]

"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.

[futurespacemom]

"...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."

[uncertain_dume]

"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.

[futurespacemom]

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.