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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 2019-01-06 08:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"Probably my tattoos," she answers, not looking up from the controls. "The pattern's from my part of the world. That's why I chose it."
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[personal profile] for_everyone 2019-01-06 08:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Hera finally relaxes her grip on the controls. They're en route to wherever this cargo must be located. There's not much for her to do at the moment but keep alert, and make sure they don't run into anything they'd rather avoid.

"I'd heard about him since I was a child," she says, more softly now. "It was - startling, to actually see him."
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[personal profile] for_everyone 2019-01-06 09:02 pm (UTC)(link)
"For my parents, maybe."

She almost huffs out a laugh and she says it. "I also got the standard stories about lyleks and gutkurrs. But for my family and... for everyone with us, it was the worst thing anyone could do, selling out their own kind."
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[personal profile] for_everyone 2019-01-07 12:03 am (UTC)(link)
Hera looks over to Kanan, regarding him for a moment.

And then she answers, with a small shrug, "I'd rather not sell out anyone, Twi'lek or no."
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[personal profile] for_everyone 2019-01-07 12:44 am (UTC)(link)
"No, you're right," she says, turning back to the controls.

"But for Twi'leks - plenty of us were sold out by others. And for others, the most important thing to do is survive."

Ryloth could bring that out, too, and to an extant, Hera couldn't really blame them. "But I don't think it's either, really, for Fortuna's clan."
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[personal profile] for_everyone 2019-01-07 01:08 am (UTC)(link)
"Probably something like that."

Having never seen the appeal of so much money or power, it's not easy for Hera to understand. "That clan's been running spice and slaves out of Lessu since the Hutts, but he's made the biggest name for himself recently."

After a beat, "Though he did have a cousin who used to work with us."

A light flashes along the controls, and she tightens her grip on the yoke. "We're approaching."
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[personal profile] for_everyone 2019-01-07 01:12 am (UTC)(link)
"Scanning for lifeforms..."

She lets that trail off for a moment, before, "Doesn't look like there's anything nearby. And if it's not buried too deep, the magnetic locks might be enough to pull it out."

Hera doubts the Quarren put too much effort into this. "Want to check how Chopper's doing?"
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[personal profile] for_everyone 2019-01-07 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
"Don't try to shock him, Chop!"

She can always try to give him orders.