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And then there's what comes after any new plan is announced – preparation. Target practice, assessing equipment and supplies, reviewing skills that could come in handy. Hera has been reviewing what they know of the Empire's primary communications tower on Lothal, distance, surrounding settlements or Imperial installations, routes in and out, likely weather fronts, flight times. She'll know more once they've run reconnaissance, as she considers the prospect of a flying a pickup with the Phantom, and every possible way she could be fired on in the process.

Eventually, once she's learned all she can for the moment, Hera sets this aside. Leaving the Ghost's cockpit, she climbs down, through the ship. Chopper's in the galley, playing Dejarik against the board, and she directs him to run a diagnostic on the Phantom so they don't run into any of the problems they faced on Fort Anaxes. Chopper reluctantly trundles off, and Hera continues onward, down to the cargo bay, its door and ramp already open onto the warm Lothal fields. She doesn't have to look too long to spot a slice of blue light above the high grass, swinging along the tops of the grass, occasionally singeing it. As she approaches, the sounds of it, the blade of the lightsaber sizzling through the air, become clearer.

She keeps up her approach, though she waits until Kanan notices before she speaks to him.

"How's it going?"

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"There's really not much for him here, even if he developed a taste for mining and industrial production."

There are plenty of worlds Core-wards that have that kind of thing, with more grandeur and gilding than Lothal could ever dream of.

Or would dream of.

"I guess that's lucky for us."

She's not sure what could have drawn the Emperor to Ryloth, either. Or maybe she'd rather just not think about it.

But then, she sets this all aside in her mind. The Empire can respond to even the smallest threats to its power with enormous cruelty. Yet if they let that quell them, that cruelty will go on, regardless.

"So let's say this all works," she says, instead. "We get into the comm tower, hack the broadcast, get out. Have you thought about what this message will be?"

Kanan's quiet for a minute, letting his mind go quiet. So many words leapt to the forefront when Hera asked her question, and he's not sure where to put any of them.

"A little, but I'm not that good at speechmaking on my best day. You?"

Maybe they can workshop it with Ezra and Sabine and Zeb.

And Chop, he guesses. They'll just have to take out all the profanity.

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"I don't think I'd be the right one to make it."

She lifts one hand, pressing it to her forehead. "Ezra would know the most about speaking to Lothal. What it's like here."

"Yeah, he would."

Kanan's voice has gone quiet again. But --

"I think it would mean a lot to him, too. To be the one that gives people the message, especially the people here."

"It might put a target on him."

She sighs, lowering her hand. "But I think you're right. We'll talk to him, anyway."

"He's going to put one on himself soon enough. Ezra's got a temper, and we don't have the time to keep him out of high-pressure situations."

It's far from ideal, but it's what they have to work with.

"He's a good kid, but -- "

"It might already be there."

He was in that broadcast too, after all. But now she does look up to him, with a slightly sympathetic smile. "But I think dealing with his temper is your job."

"True," Kanan says wryly, probably in response to both comments.

"I like to imagine I'm getting better at it, but . . . I have a feeling that's just wishful thinking."

"I don't think it's all wishful thinking."

She shakes her head, her smile fading. "He is changing, Kanan. I think we all are."

"I just hope most of those changes will be for the better."

Bitterness, despair, rage . . . that's a dangerous path. Kanan knows it well.

"We can try to make them that way, right?"

"I think we'll have to," she agrees. "Make sure we don't become something..."

But she lets her voice trail off at that. Instead, keeping her eyes on him, "This was a good idea, Kanan."

He musters up a very faint smile.

"It's good to hear you say that."

"I don't know what you mean."

She smiles back. "I always tell you when you have good ideas."

Kanan huffs a laugh, almost a snort.

"It's why every time is a treasure to me."

(He's not lying.)

"All right, dear."

She lets her smile last a little longer, before she has to say -

"But in any case, we should get moving soon."

Kanan sobers quickly, at that.

"You're right, we should keep the momentum going. The holomap isn't going to steal itself."

She nods, blinking down to the lightsaber.

"We probably have a little more time, if you want to practice longer."

"If anything," Kanan says, also looking down at his 'saber, "I should drag Ezra out here for a few more drills. I'm rusty, but he's still learning the basics."

"If you think so."

She glances up toward the sky. "But we'll want to get the recon done before dark."

"Better start now, then," Kanan says, checking that his lightsaber is securely fastened to his belt.

"No sense pushing the clock if we don't have to."

Hera turns, already beginning to head back to the Ghost.

"I'll call in Ezra and Sabine."

"I'll be right there," Kanan says, standing stock-still for three long breaths.

There's not really time for meditation, but grounding himself --

Even that will help keep his mind clear, for what's to come.

(He can't afford to be afraid.)

Hera nods, turning and walking back through the tall grass toward the Ghost.

At the base of the ship's ramp, Chopper's now rolling from side to side, spinning his dome wildly, apparently playing a game with his newly adopted porg friend that involves seeing how long the bird can stay perched on him while he flails.

She stops, watching these antics for just a few seconds, before deciding she'd rather not get involved. Instead, she continues on into the ship, to see if Chop had at least managed to run that diagnostic.

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