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Kanan Jarrus ([personal profile] notallofus) wrote2018-12-26 10:54 pm

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They finally depart the crawler at sunset, just outside Mos Taike. The Jawas settle in for the night, planning to make their rounds among the moisture farmers and the town's small market in the morning. Tsedec leads them out, shaking each of their hands and bowing quickly before heading back into the crawler. In the distance, the twin suns burn white and orange, the sky now dusted in purple and gray, the shadows of the dunes and of the small farm homes that dot the landscape cut darkness across the bright sands.

No more than a klik away is Mos Taik – compared to Mos Elrey, it looks rather run down. It's also surrounded by walls, but they're lower, and clearly chipped and crumbling in places. There are fewer earthen towers, most buildings also low to the ground, and while there had been plenty of activity outside the walls of Mos Elrey, here there's only one other vehicle, a speeder just at the wall, two figures piling sacks into it. Beyond the city, much, much farther in the distance, a cliff rises up from the sands, and perched on it the dark, miniscule outline of what must be the Hutt's palace.

But Kanan only glances over this, before turning back, out to the desert. Something about the color of the suns, the shadows, the wind rising over the desert makes Kanan pause. He looks out to the horizon, to the twin suns, one gleaming white hanging high above the other, deep orange and already beginning to fade as it dips deeper in the sky. The wind ebbs, but then picks up once more, whistling around them, chilling the otherwise warm evening. And beneath it – Kanan can hear it, like a voice, familiar yet changed somehow, calling out to him across the dune sea –
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[personal profile] for_everyone 2019-01-03 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
Fortuna waves a hand, dismissively.

"We will not enter the desert before morning. Return to your ship. Or if you prefer, His Excellency's court is always hospitable."

Hera remains still this time, but at the next table, a Rodian coughs in her drink.
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[personal profile] for_everyone 2019-01-03 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
The Rodian doesn't move, keeping her eyes down on her glass. Fortuna continues to watch her, long after the Quarren has fled the cantina, his nearly-full glass still on the table.

"Would you like to join me, chik," he calls to her. She still keeps her eyes down, like she can't hear him now. "If you've been listening so closely..."

Hera's going to stay silent. She is.

She was going to stay silent. But then Fortuna flicks his fingers, and the the guard takes a step toward the Rodian's table.

"Schutta meulla." Hera says it loud enough to be heard, though it's a moment before she looks up. "Nu jun rom sendrnem?"
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[personal profile] for_everyone 2019-01-03 11:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Hera keeps her eyes on him. As much as she might like to be scathing, she knows that's not worth the risk to her, or to Kanan. There's a balance, somewhere, between cowering, and the Gamorrean coming at her with his axe.

(She's also hoping that the Rodian has the sense to run.)

"On nerricho lenk."
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[personal profile] for_everyone 2019-01-04 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
Hera's eyes flicker to Kanan.

Along her back, her lekku, she senses the Rodian's movements, hears her footsteps before they fade into the din of the bar.

As she looks back to Fortuna, she smiles, and shrugs. Switching to Huttese, "Sorry, it doesn't look like he wants to sell his worm."
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[personal profile] for_everyone 2019-01-04 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
So it's going to be the axe, she can't help but think.

But she doesn't run. Fortuna coming at her, reaching to grab her, sets a fire in her mind, burning out any cool reasoning she might have had before.

Hera grabs Kanan's glass, smashes it into the table, and throws the sharp base of it not at Fortuna, but into the Gamorrean's face.
Edited 2019-01-04 04:03 (UTC)
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[personal profile] for_everyone 2019-01-05 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
Hera know she should dart behind the table, but the guard's stumbling back, and Fortuna's close enough to reach her before she moves. So she risks moving in first - she leans forward, and slams her shoulder into Fortuna's chest, trying to shove him off-balance - and counting on him not being much of a fighter himself.

"Stay back, reimenja," she hisses at him.
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[personal profile] for_everyone 2019-01-05 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
Hera does have to stop herself - she turns on him, but then halts herself so quickly that it feels like slamming into a steel wall. Shakily, she nods, and moves with him. Fortuna's already pulling himself, and the Gamorrean starting to get the blood out of his eyes. They won't be down for long.

The other patrons practically shove themselves out of the way as Hera and Kanan head for the door, if they're not running for an exit themselves. No one wants to be anywhere near this.
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[personal profile] for_everyone 2019-01-05 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
Hera is definitely not having a good feeling about any of this, but she follows him, reaching for the comm on her belt.

Once they're over the threshold, she flips it on. "I'm sending you coordinates now, meet us there -"

Chop's beeps in response nearly sing song 'I told you so.'
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[personal profile] for_everyone 2019-01-05 06:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Hera feels worse about the laundry than she does the Gamorrean's bleeding face. Maybe that's something she should think about - but not right now.

There's a pulsing from her comm, Chopper signaling. Hera looks around, trying to find the tallest spot she can, but with the suns gone and darkness fallen over the town, it's hard to make out the buildings against the dark sky.

Lights are on in a few of the windows, and she finally spots one above the others. "That's probably the highest we'll get."
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[personal profile] for_everyone 2019-01-06 02:39 am (UTC)(link)
Hera steps sideways, in front of Kanan, forcing him behind her. Her comm is pulsing faster -

- and she can hear it. A sharp turn of the wind in the distance.

But still she says, low, to him, "I'm sorry about this."
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[personal profile] for_everyone 2019-01-06 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
Hera looks back up to the Fortuna, the Quarren, and the Gamorrean, closing in on them. And then there's light.

And the dust road between them explodes. Lights blink on in the building around them, and she can hear the three calling out in surprise, scrambling away. Now she's the one who grabs Kanan's arm.

"Now, let's go!"
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[personal profile] for_everyone 2019-01-06 02:58 am (UTC)(link)
She holds onto Kanan with one hand, keeping her grip tight though her palm pulses painfully.

Her other snatches her blaster from her ankle holster.

"I can cover us, just help me get to the roof."
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[personal profile] for_everyone 2019-01-06 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
She lets him guide them up, turning away from him to fire back toward the three figures now below them. Close enough to force them back - she's not shooting to kill yet, though there's a second as she barely spots the outline of one white lekku, through the dust and debris, that her finger tightens on the trigger.

But again, she stops herself.

And then Kanan's pulling her down, and up, into the light of the Ghost above them, and Hera can't make out their pursuers any longer.

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