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[notallofus]

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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[notallofus]

Kanan looks deeply wounded.

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

(This is not the one and only time.)

[for_everyone]

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.

[notallofus]

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.