The thermal regulator's out

[for_everyone]

Pirates are definitely not an ideal encounter in the Outer Rim, though they're occasionally a little less fraught than the Imperials. The set of pirates the Ghost only just escaped, however, had slightly better ships and better armaments than the usual, which means they took a few hits on their way to a clear heading out of range of the rogues and their guns. Lightspeed is only useful when you're not headed straight into a gravity well.

"Well," Hera says, rubbing her hands together to keep her fingertips warm. "Good news is we have shields and our hyperdrive is minimally damaged. Our environmental controls are fried, though, mostly the thermal controls and water recycler, which is better than the oxygen generator being out."

She lifts her head, turning to shout back deeper into the ship.

"Any other damage reports, Chop?"

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[notallofus]

Chopper blats and bangs loudly from the other end of the ship. Kanan winces. "Doesn't sound like something we can fix anytime soon."

He sighs, his breath whirling into fine white mist. "Is the nav computer online?"

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Hera doesn't growl, though she does click her tongue against her teeth, venting a hint of frustration.

"I'm going to have to reboot it, and we'll see from there."

She rubs her hands against each other again, chafing the skin in hopes of getting some warmth from friction.

"Do you see my gloves?"

[notallofus]

"Um."

He looks along the console in front of him, then hers, then down around the floor. "Maybe they're in your room?"

[for_everyone]

"No, I swear I left them -- never mind."

She shakes her head, lekku swinging a little bit as she attempts to keep the blood flowing into them. It's getting colder.

"Let's see how the reboot goes, and then figure out what comes next."

It takes her a minute to get everything set up, and then a little longer to see if all the right programming starts up again.

"So . . . That's not great, but --"

[notallofus]

"If it can get us somewhere before we freeze..."

He rubs his hands together. "That's all that matters."

[for_everyone]

Hera flashes him a quick look, shaking her head a little.

"It's going to take me a little more work, there's a subroutine that's not talking to the rest of the navcomp. Let me just -- "

She rummages around in a small compartment just to the right of the pilot's chair, pulling out a set of tiny tools, and works at unscrewing the front plating of the navigation computer.

"Just try not to step on me while I'm under here?"

[notallofus]

"Do you need help?"

He's already reaching for a flashlight.

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"Can you grab my flight-suit, so I can lay on that instead of the floor while I finish this?"

She's already hissing a little as she lowers herself down, lekku brushing against the freezing metal plating of the deck.

"And then hold the flashlight for me when you get back."

A huff of breath accompanies that last word as she slides herself into the underside of the computer, checking wires for breaks and looking for any corroded fastenings.

[notallofus]

Kanan leaves the light in his chair, running down from the cockpit to get the flight suit. It feels slightly better to be moving, but he still shivers as he grabs the ladder to climb down to the lower deck.

Chopper, leaned over an open panel, looks up from the environmental controls just long enough to bleep at Kanan as he passes. Kanan shakes his head. "Yeah, easy for you to say."

He returns to the cockpit a few minutes later, flight suit in hand, and then kneels down on the floor next to her.

[for_everyone]

Hera is muttering under her breath while she solders wires together, sliding back out from under the computer when she hears Kanan come back.

"Thank you," she says fervently, reaching up for the flight suit in order to lay it on the floor underneath herself.

"I think I've almost got it, as long as the connections all stay connected when I'm done."

[notallofus]

Kanan picks up the light again, leaning down on the floor next to her, trying to ignore how the metal feels like ice against his fingertips.

"And how optimistic are you about that?"

[for_everyone]

She's shivering a little, and trying to suppress it so as to keep her hands steady while she does her work.

"I'm not not-optimistic. I'm sure it will hold long enough to get us into hyperspace, but I might need to patch it up again on our way back out. Which means we're going to need to navigate to a system with good repair facilities, because that is definitely not as firm a hold as I'd like."

Ever, pretty much.

"Here, can you put the l-light a little more to my l-left, please?"

[notallofus]

"Hera -"

He reaches his free hand out to her, touching her upper arm.

"There's a heating pad in the medkit, I can get it -"

[for_everyone]

Twi'lek run hot, which means Kanan's hand feels a little cool and clammy against her already-chilled skin.

She manages not to pull away. Just.

"N-no. I'm almost d-done here. Once we get up to l-lightspeed, then I c-can -- you're okay, r-right?"

One last connection, then carefully sliding herself back out again and closing up the panel. She can do this.

[notallofus]

He keeps the light in place, and even moves his hand away. But -

"Hera, you're freezing -"

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"I kn-now. Got to stop t-talking for a m-minute, until I get this d-done."

She takes a deep breath, keeping her hands steady through sheer force of will.

"Damn! Ow. I'm f-fine, just scorched m-myself f-finishing attaching this coupling. C-coming out."

Now the shivering gets free rein as she slides herself out and sits up, hunching over and wrapping her arms around herself to try and feel warm.

"R-right. L-let's g-get m-moving."

[notallofus]

As she sits up, Kanan sets aside the light, and reaches for her flight suit. He drapes it over her, something like a blanket, though he's careful not to touch her himself as he does.

"I can calculate the jump. Just try to get warm."

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Hera buries herself in the flight suit, pulling it around her face and her lekku, in particular. She's pretty sure they've never been this cold before.

Then she takes her seat in the pilot's chair, pulling her legs up and attempting to get them under the suit, as well.

"If you m-mess this up, Chop w-will kill you."

No pressure.

[notallofus]

"Hard as it may be to believe, I did fly a ship or two before I met you."

His fingers run over the buttons, clicking through their options. He works as quickly as he can, but -

"Closest system is Garos, eight hours. It's crawling with Imps, but..."

But he's still laying in the coordinates. This is definitely an 'any port in a storm' situation.

[for_everyone]

"C-camoflauge our si-signal."

Hera clutches her own shoulders tighter, rubbing her freezing hands against them under her flight suit in an effort to get warm.

"I d-don't think Chop'll h-have the thermal c-controls fixed by then. T-too much went up l-like a torch when w-we got hit."

[notallofus]

"Then we'll have to find a way to stay warm in the meantime."

His voice is still steady, but his hands are beginning to shake as they run over the controls. It takes him a little longer than it otherwise would, but after a few minutes, the ship jerks, and the stars blaze into the blue-white blur of hyperspace.

Kanan looks back to Hera.

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"I d-don't know w-what will w-work," Hera manages to get out, curling up more tightly in her seat.

"M-maybe the heat-pack from the m-medkit and m-more b-blankets?"

[notallofus]

"Is there -"

He rises from his chair, trembling hands wrapping around his arms. "- some place on the ship that'd be - warmer?"

[for_everyone]

Hera frowns a littlle, reluctant to move out of her fetal curve because her extremities are just going to get colder, but --

"One of the s-spare b-bunks gets c-close and s-stuffy, and s-stays that w-way forever. The other option is d-down by the eng-gine, b-but the d-decking w-will still b-be cold."

[notallofus]

Kanan curls his hands into fists against his chest, trying to keep slow his shivering. He takes a few deep breathes of the cold air.

(It's hard to focus his thoughts when it's this cold. And it's hard to focus on anything while hearing Hera's voice shake so badly.)

"Do you - think you can walk?"