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"How is it, Zeb?"

He looks up to Hera as she steps into the galley. His leg is still splintered – a day in a bacta tank would've fixed it up quickly, but it's not always easy to find a neutral med station. Especially for a Lasat.

"I'll get over it," he grumbles. "Thanks for picking up those medpacks."

"Of course." She moves from the threshold, revealing Chopper behind her. The droid trundles over to Zeb, photoreceptor swinging to examine the Dejarik game he's been playing, while Hera opens a cupboard to collect cups.

"We having a meeting?" Zeb asks, spotting that she's carrying three cups. Hera turns back to him, her lips pressing into a wry smile.

"Actually, we have a job."

Zeb doesn't notice as Chopper plugs into the Dejarik board, and starts moving the hologram creatures to attack. "Really? Now?"

"We can't really wait on this one." Hera walks across the galley, carrying the cups to the caf machine. "Kanan will be along soon."

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"You have the coordinates of the spaceport where we'll touch down," Hera says, securing the containers of caf she's holding in Zeb's reach. "Just go in and out. I don't want anyone seeing this ship any more than they have to."

"All right." Zeb wraps his hands around the ship's controls. "You three better get down there."

Hera nods, and moves past Kanan as she heads toward the back of the cockpit.

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"Be careful," Kanan says, resting his hand on Zeb's shoulder for a second.

"We're relying on you to pull our fat out of the fire."

He squeezes, moves the box of medical supplies so it'll be in easier reach, and follows Hera.

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Hera glances back to make sure Kanan and Chopper are following her, and then leads the way down through the ship, toward the loading ramp. Zeb's approach to the planet is not as smooth as Hera's would be, and more than once they're forced to lean into a wall as the Ghost stutters down through Nar Shaddaa's atmosphere. But the ship calms as they've reached the cargo bay.

There's one more shudder as they wait by the hatch, and then Zeb's voice sounds on Hera's comm. "We're here."

"Right." Hera hits the button the lower the ramp. "Thanks, Specter-4. We'll see you soon."

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May the Force be with us both, Kanan does not say.

"Right," he says instead, nodding as the ramp hits the ground.

"We stick to the plan, and everything's going to be fine."

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They step down the ramp, Chopper rolling behind them. Once they've all cleared the ship, Hera taps her comm. It's a matter of seconds before Zeb has retracted the ramp, and the Ghost is lifting up again, out of the spaceport and back toward the evening sky.

It's a crowded port. They can hear another ship touching down even as they're leaving the docks, and they need to weave their way among the pilots and crews passing through. Others are gathered around the walls, playing sabacc, bartering, watching handheld holos. Hera can spot a few pirate tattoos, and symbols belonging to a range of criminal syndicates. A few passersby glance in their direction, but they quickly reach the entrance, and step out onto the street.

Hera stops to look back at Chopper, and then turns to Kanan.

"Come on." She's switched to her Ryloth accent. "We have a party to get to."