Kanan Jarrus

The supply run to Tarkintown had gone surprisingly according to plan, this week. They'd picked up the food and tools to bring to the Lothal folks who had been displaced, dropped them off, helped the locals hide them away somewhere that wouldn't be immediately noticed by Imperials, all while Kanan sauntered around in the Stormtrooper armor he'd... liberated... on that trip for medical supplies that had gone to hell the moment they'd stumbled across Imperial prisoners.

Hera blamed the success of this mission on fortuitous timing and solid planning.

Kanan, mostly just to be contrary, blamed it on his clever disguise.

"This armor is still stupid," he informed her, "but I'm keeping it."

[OOC: Open for texts and phone calls! Thread with Hera last chronologically!]

Credit where it was due, Kanan had actually gone outside today like a crazy person to check out the snow situation at the park. Stance had even come along, and had promptly needed a rescue from where he had gleefully belly-flopped into snow that rose well above his head. It had been hilarious, and had kind of made it perfectly clear that sword training in the park was going to be a no-go today.

And so anybody crazy enough to be out there looking for Kanan swinging his lightsaber around would instead be met with two sets of footprints, one human, one canine, leading back across the street to the junkyard, into the ship landing area, and right up to board that nice jewel-shaped freighter that Hera called her own. She was gracious enough to let him train his student in the cargo hold today, which he actually texted Tip about to let her know, and the ship had the added bonus of being heated and having a caf maker.

Really, why did he ever train outside?

Today, rather than doing personal training while he waited, he was rummaging for hot chocolate mix, running the caf maker, and trying to find a good place to situate a wet dog so that he couldn't cause mayhem around the ship. He suspected Chopper would be willing to take that last bit over before too long, if only because Chopper liked having someone to boss around.

[OOC: Open! Whether you're the student who got the text, you're crazy enough to make your way to the park in that weather and noticed the tracks, or you happen to own the ship! I NEED MY FRIDAY POSTS WHATEVER THE WEATHER, OKAY.]