Kanan Jarrus

Kanan had been on the island for almost a year. The calendar agreed, the computing systems on the Expedient agreed. But upon arriving back on Gorse, Kanan had been somewhat stunned to realize that time itself was checking for a second opinion. His arrival at the Asteroid Belt hadn't been met with admonishments for vanishing with Moonglow Property since forever. It had been met with Okadiah, his employer, making his way up to him and patting him down, making sure that he was in one piece.

Yesterday, the old man had said. They hadn't had word from Kanan since yesterday, when out of nowhere they'd lost all contact with the ship. Moonglow didn't keep such close tabs on its ships to be able to tell if they'd blown up or simply taken off into hypserspace for who-knows-what-reason, mostly because of a lack of funds for that sort of equipment, but witnesses had seen something bright flash in and out of existence, and then one of Moonglow's freighters had disappeared.

"It was the load of baby," Kanan managed, after a few minutes of looking bemused. "The Expedient's sensors indicated that it had gone unstable. I barely had time to eject my cargo and make the jump to hyperspace before it blew."

"Well, you're lucky you did, my lad," Okadiah had replied, giving Kanan a warm pat on the shoulder. "And so are we. My best pilot, back from the dead? Drinks are on the house tonight!"

... Okay, maybe Kanan would hand Okadiah his notice in the morning, instead.

[OOC: Establishy. NFI and NFB because distance. And I would like to apologize in advance for the novel I'll be slowly posting over the course of this week.]