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Hera Syndulla ([personal profile] for_everyone) wrote2018-06-06 10:33 pm

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It's a beautiful, clear night. Full moon and cool air, and Ghost was already well-rested and fed. Hera was sure they could fly on straight to Mandalore. The problem was that even if Ghost had had her fill, Kanan and Hera hadn't. As much as she might want to, Hera's not so sure she could last the whole night. She'll definitely need to eat first.

Fortunately for them, the forests outside Taris make for good cover for Ghost, who nestles up along the treetops, the points of the scales along her back hardly distinguishable from the reaching branches. Chopper opted to also rest, while Hera and Kanan had climbed down the trees, dropping down to the forest bed and making their way to the tavern on the nearby road. It's a loud night, but it means the bucketheads have no interest in making more work for themselves as they enter, and no one pays them much mind as they take a seat at a table in the corner.

Two candles burn low at the center of the table. Hera leaves to collect drinks and food from the other side of the room, while Kanan settles low in his chair, watching the commotion of the tavern from over the candlelight. There's a Rodian band, playing mostly high-pitched stringed and rumbling percussive instruments, but they're hard to hear over noise of chatter and various beings betting over games of pazaak and dejarik.

It's a mixed crowd, but that's not surprising, so close to the rifts that rattled through Taris.
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[personal profile] notallofus 2018-06-07 12:23 pm (UTC)(link)
There's an unsettling sort of comfort to being surrounded by so many living sentients, one that Kanan -- since he was Caleb -- has always been afraid to really enjoy. Comfort makes you soft, but --

He grins crookedly at Hera as she comes back with her bounty, moving to stand so he can help her redistribute the plates and mugs before it all comes crashing down.

"I meant to ask at our last stop, but -- we're good for money? Or do we need to pick-up some odd jobs to have enough for . . . all our friends?"

Ghost. He's talking about Ghost. Mostly.
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[personal profile] notallofus 2018-06-07 09:21 pm (UTC)(link)
"You got anyone in mind? I don't have as many Mandalorian contacts as I'd like."

Read: none. Maybe some traders, some mercenaries, an itinerant wanderer or two, but no one that actually permanently lives there.

It's a problem.
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[personal profile] notallofus 2018-06-08 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
"As long as they don't try to steal her."

Kanan's broad smile suggests he's pretty much joking.

Mostly.

"But I've heard good things about 'em, so count me in."

As if she can ever count him out.
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[personal profile] notallofus 2018-06-08 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
Kanan's eyebrows go up, and he buries his face in his drink so as to not show it to the world at large.

"Applied pressure? Or they think they see which way the wind is blowing?"
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[personal profile] notallofus 2018-06-08 02:42 pm (UTC)(link)
"I always get stuck on 'but why do they want it? It's not like it doesn't turn on itself at the slightest opportunity."

He's just saying.
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[personal profile] notallofus 2018-06-08 07:47 pm (UTC)(link)
"Old habits die hard," Kanan says, grabbing a piece of deep-fried something-or-other and taking a big bite.

And a minute later --

"I feel bad for everyone who looks to them and gets nothing back. Though I guess that means they fit in to their much-hoped-for stomping grounds."

Dammit.
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[personal profile] notallofus 2018-06-09 01:55 am (UTC)(link)
Kanan exhales through drawn-tight lips as he thinks that over.

Then --

"If you're confident, and she's confident . . . "

He shrugs, and if it takes a bit of effort, so what? He's done running away from what he fears, so what's left but to push into it?

"I promise not to cover my eyes and scream."
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[personal profile] notallofus 2018-06-09 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
"As long as the fasteners don't fray, I can probably do something like sleep," Kanan says wryly.

"And if you don't need help keeping awake . . . you're right that one of us should be alert when we hit Mandalore."
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[personal profile] notallofus 2018-06-09 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
Kanan winces.

"Good call. It's not that I think he wants to kill me . . . "

He trails off. (Or does he?)
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[personal profile] notallofus 2018-06-09 03:10 am (UTC)(link)
"Hmm," Kanan says, rubbing his chin.

"Does that mean it'll get better if I remember to laugh even in the face of terror, or will that only encourage him?"

Inquiring minds want to know. (Mostly Kanan's.)
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[personal profile] notallofus 2018-06-09 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
" . . . maybe we should teach him some solo card games."

Or, you know. Not.
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[personal profile] notallofus 2018-06-09 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
How does that --



"He's going to humor you, isn't he?"
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[personal profile] notallofus 2018-06-09 11:29 am (UTC)(link)
"I thank you for your sacrifice," he says very seriously.

"Though. Uh. Wake me before the crossing, if you don't mind?"
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[personal profile] notallofus 2018-06-09 09:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"Even if not -- "

Kanan's smile is wry, and only a little forced.

"Otherwise I get strange dreams."
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[personal profile] notallofus 2018-06-09 09:31 pm (UTC)(link)
"No, we really wouldn't. I -- can't always tell they're not real. So. Awake for the crossing is always the better plan."

They're . . . very terrible dreams, generally. A deep sense of displacement and the mind's attempt to reconcile that seems to never be a pretty thing.
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[personal profile] notallofus 2018-06-09 11:22 pm (UTC)(link)
He startles when she touches him, like part of his mind was elsewhere. But then he smiles.

"I know you won't."
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[personal profile] notallofus 2018-06-10 12:30 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, if you want me to flail my way off Ghost, that's as good a way as any."

He chuckles a little, very quietly, and takes another bite of fried . . . whatever.