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For someone raised in the Jedi tradition, sometimes Kanan feels like he should be bothered less by the clinical nature of his current surroundings. But everything in this pharmeceutical lab is so medical, it's almost like he's waiting for droids to swarm out of the woodwork threatening to give him shots.

Which is painfully ridiculous, not least because what's likely to come swarming out of any currently-closed doors is a patrol of stormtroopers. If he and Hera start tripping alarms, that is.

Which they won't. This op is going smoothly so far, and with any luck and no judicious use of the Force at all, that trend ought to continue until they pass the supplies they're carrying -- well, pushing -- off to their contact here on Sesid.

Sometimes it's nice visiting a planet that has its own homegrown rebellious population.

"Lab 31. We're almost there."

Just two more doors. Then a run through a series of underutilized storage spacees and out by the docks. Piece of cake.

Sure.

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"Take her!"

Kanan heaves the littlest kid up toward Hera's reaching hand, guiding her into position with the Force afterward, just for the added surety. It might be stupid, but leaving it up to chance feels like it would be even worse.

"I'm right behind her!"

As soon as the doorway clears, Kanan's going to jump. Force-assists are good for a lot of things, and as long as the kid is away from the door, no one really has to know how impossible this leap is going to be.

It will be all right.

Hera doesn't question, doesn't hesitate. She wraps her arms around the girl, pulling her out of the air, and then rolls back, shoving both of them out of the way of the door as fast as she can.

And into the path of any who might try to approach the door. It's a risk she dearly hopes will pay off.

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He hears -- feels? -- Hera hit the floor, and a second later he's shoving down with the Force behind him, propelling himself upward and forward, toward the door.

It would be sensible, perhaps, to push just hard enough to let his hands grab the floor and pull himself upward from there, but Kanan's still not practiced enough at this for those subtle gradations. He manages to hit the floor with his feet, instead, standing perfect and upright just inside the hallway.

At least no one saw?

"Spectre-2, I'm up. Let's go."

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She hands the child up to one of the Draeden, and pulls herself to her feet. Hera doesn't speak, but gives him a quick smile before pulling up her com again, and moving ahead to direct the group.

"Spectre-3, you better be ready for us."

Kanan smiles back, quick and crooked, then grabs one of the medical supply carts -- still topped with two children -- and starts moving.

Before they actually get to the guards, he's got to figure out some kind of plan. Unless -- maybe the shift change timing will make things better rather than worse.

Just this once.

Eight meters, they turn a corner, and Hera can see light approaching. She can also hear blaster fire. She pulls out her blaster, signaling Kanan to do the same.

It's not the shift change that's come to save them, though. It's their ride. A boat is hovering above the bright blue water, exchanging fire with the guards. As she gets closer, she sees Chopper fire a blast of electricity at one trooper, taking him down.

"Move, now!" she calls to the others. "They'll have reinforcements coming behind us."

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"I've got 'em!"

Kanan draws his blaster now, leaving the carts to Hera, and turns to cover their escape.

Right now it's only another pair of guards, and Kanan barely has to dive behind a crate of supplies before he's able to take them down.

"Go, go!"

They still can't move particularly fast, but Chopper rolls in to take one of the crates, and the others quickly understand where they should be heading. Their contact and his crew seem surprised, for a moment, but then start helping the Draedan aboard, along with the crates. Hera moves alongside them, blaster raised, eyes on the hall they came through.

She can just see movement within it when the last of their party gets on board, and she calls out, "Spectre-1, 3 get on, let's go!"

"Coming, 2!"

Kanan fires off another barrage of blaster bolts, then turns tail and books it for the ship.

It's not that he's relying on his Force-sense to keep him from being shot, because speaking of dead giveaways, he's just --

These guards are not all that great at aiming. So he's mostly not worried, even as he swings himself up onto the boat and gets behind actual cover in order to return just a little more fire.

"I'm on, 3's on, let's get moving!"

The boat pulls away, launching at top speed away from the plant. Hera pulls a couple of their passengers down below the hull to take cover from the blaster fire, returning fire as the new squad takes position along the docks.

"Chop," she yells, "I hope you disabled the perimeter shield!"

His highly offended response assures her that he did, as the boat heads for open water.

"Now she thinks of it!" Kanan gripes, mostly out of reflex, as he lays down another string of blaster bolts to cover their escape.

"Anyone take any hits?"

In order to avoid a hit of his own, Kanan ducks down behind something manifestly not the med-crates. Thankfully.

The plant, and the blasterfire, grow distant as the boat speeds away, and once confident they're out of range, Hera gets to her feet again. There are scorch marks along the hull of the ship, but no signs of serious damage.

There don't appear to be any blaster injuries, either, but the Draedan they'd taken from the lab still look worse for wear. Those who had been able to walk before were clearly using what was left of their strength to get out, and have now collapsed. Some blink and shut their eyes against the bright Sesid sunlight, clearly unused to being outside, and others waver with the movement of the boat.

The girl on the crate closer to Hera asks for water. One of the boat's crew passes to her, dumping the contents of a canteen over the girl. Hera looks away, and turns to see the ship's captain approaching her.

"This wasn't the cargo we ordered."

"You'll notice that's here, too," Hera answers, gesturing to the crates.

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"Consider it a bonus."

Kanan turns from where he was helping the nearest Draeden find a more comfortable -- and stable -- place to rest.

"Unless you think we should've left them behind."

The look in his eyes suggests that is going to be an unacceptable answer.

The captain blinks his red eyes between them. "Changing the plan brought us attention we didn't need."

"If Maeryn has a problem with it, she can tell us when we're paid." Hera puts her hand on her hip. "But we weren't going to leave these people behind."

The captain casts another look between them, and then to his crew, who were now mostly assisting the others. Then he shakes his head, and turns to move to the boat's controls, muttering, "You two aren't really thieves, are you."

Hera sighs, and looks back to Kanan.

Kanan looks back at her, shrugging.

"Technically we stole all these people, too. So I think we still count as thieves, right?"

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She shakes her head, walking over to him. "Let's not worry about it right now."

Her eyes drift back to the rescued Draedan. They seem to be doing better now, drinking and splashing water over their dried skin, many with their eyes closed, though now because they seem to be resting. One of the children is even awake and giggling as a crewmembers splashes water on her headfins.

It's one corner of one planet in an enormous galaxy, and Hera feels the same question weighing on her, that's always in the back of her mind. What are we going to do?

"Later sounds good," Kanan allows, leaning against a railing. It only looks casual.

"For that part. Now, though, might be a great time to talk about where we're going to take them. I'm pretty sure it won't be safe for them to stay on-planet, but I don't know how we'd make them leave."

"We can't."

She sounds tired, for a moment. Then she turns back to him, and adds, "But we can offer."

Hera steps over to the railing, also leaning over it, looking out onto the turquoise water, spots of bright green in the distance, and can't help but feel it would be a hard place to leave.

"Manaan?" she suggests, after a few minutes. "Ocean planet, and the Selkaths are usually friendly."

Kanan watches her for a second, because he's always watching Hera, then steps up to join her, shoulder to shoulder.

"It's an option. If we get the ones with kids, we'll probably have an easier time selling the rest of them on it. It's something."

Some days something's all you get.

"We might need to lay low here for a couple days, anyway, in case the Imperials expect us to hurry off-planet."

She glances up to him, wanting to ask how he is, but knows better than to do it now. It was often hard if not impossible to tell when someone might be listening. It was something that could wait until they were back on the Ghost.

So they have silence, for a short time, until something rolls up behind them.

"I'm sorry you don't like the boat, Chopper." Hera keeps her back turned to the droid, so he can't see her smiling.

"I like doing what the Imps don't expect."

His own mouth twitches, just at the one corner.

"Want to see if you can swim, Chop? Try and beat us to the next rendezvous?"

Kanan would never.

Chopper's 'playful' response is to ram Kanan against the railing. Not enough to actually shove him off, but -

Still smiling, "Don't mess with my droid, Kanan."

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Kanan looks deeply wounded.

"The one time I mess with him first -- "

(This is not the one and only time.)

Chopper trudges off, grumbling.

The island is still a ways off - Hera can guess that it will be nearly sunset before they get there. She does wait, to rest, to feel her own thoughts cool off after the stress of the mission.

But eventually, she puts her hand on Kanan shoulder, and then moves away from the railing, back toward the Draedan.

Kanan's shoulder relaxes under her hand, but he stays at the railing for a little bit longer, then moves off in a direction that Hera did not go in.

There are a lot of Draedan on this boat, and they're all entitled to a little bit of comfort. He's going to try to find some for them.

Even a few seconds of not feeling lost and forgotten is sometimes enough.

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