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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 2019-01-05 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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[personal profile] for_everyone 2019-01-06 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
Hera stays down on the ramp, even after it has lifted back into the ship. She looks down to her hand, which she only now realizing was hurting because it's bleeding. She must have sliced it when she shattered the glass.

"Some bacta bandages," she says, lowering her hand and looking back up to him. She feels the Ghost rising again, as Chopper takes them up toward the atmosphere. "I've had worse.

"I'm sorry."
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[personal profile] for_everyone 2019-01-06 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
"It put you in danger," she says, pulling herself as he moves away. "We didn't need that."

Even if she knows, as she says it, that she was never going to let Fortuna take out his anger on that Rodian, either.




"... and I did something else."
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[personal profile] for_everyone 2019-01-06 04:03 am (UTC)(link)
With her uninjured hand, Hera reaches into her pocket, and a second later, she pulls out the locator beacon that the Quarren had given to Fortuna.

"We probably shouldn't come back to Tatooine for a while."

After one more trip into the desert, maybe.
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[personal profile] for_everyone 2019-01-06 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
First, Hera takes the beacon, and plugs it into her comm.

"Chop, I'm sending you new coordinates. We'll have to be fast."

It takes a few seconds for Chopper to send a very annoyed response. Hera just slides the comm off again, and holds out her bleeding hand to Kanan.

"I felt it in his robes when I rushed him." She takes a breath. "And I know I - already wasn't thinking clearly."
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[personal profile] for_everyone 2019-01-06 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
"It's still stealing from the Hutts."

Hera sighs slightly as the bacta is spread over her hand, the pain already lessening.

"But you're right. And if we're going to be stealing..."

Well, after the Empire, the Hutts are pretty high on the list of those she'd want to steal from.

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