Kanan Jarrus

Back in a people-shape again, Kanan was starting to get back into the swing of things. He needed to make a stop by his office today, for starters. Being a cat had meant that he'd fallen behind on his share of the calling around, seeing if there were any organizations on the mainland who could use a few volunteers for an hour on a Friday sometime during the semester. Because Stance wasn't going to let him just hunker down and place those calls from home, he'd made his way in to his office.

It wasn't until he'd sat himself down at his desk and had his hand halfway to his phone that he looked up to see the painting on his door.

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"Sabine!"

Just what he needed. Permanent evidence that he had been an adorable Loth-cat, after all. Dammit.

[OOC: Open office hours since he's here anyway!]

"Okay," Kanan said, parked in the copilot's seat in the cockpit of the Ghost. "We'll be dropping out of hyperspace in just a few minutes. The planet we're stopping at is a fairly agrarian world, mostly grasslands with a few scattered mountains, and the presence of the Empire has been stepping up across the planet ever since they opened their industries to the Empire in an attempt to bail themselves out from economic disaster. Farmers are being run off their land and sent to a re-settlement camp with nothing to their names so that the Empire can dig up their homes for mineral deposits underneath."

The ship came out of hyperspace over a world that seemed to be about equal part ocean, stony mountain range, and grassland.

"We're going to be heading into that re-settlement camp," he pointed to the current night-side of the planet, "to deliver our cargo of supplies. We go in, we unload, and we leave. The faster we are about it, the better. We want to avoid too many suspicious eyes. Any questions?"

[OOC: For they who know who they are (and possibly only wanted to sample caf, dammit), and almost certain SP!]