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Syndulla Scrap, Friday

Hera had, at this point, mostly organized the junk yard. As much as one could organize massive piles of scrap. Now she was mostly just trying to see if she could sort the "obviously Earth stuff" by function.

And then some guy dropped by and dropped an entire hoverbus worth of scrap metal and circuitry in the middle of it.

When she was done telling him off (mostly politely), she sighed. "Come on, Chopper. Looks like we've got our work cut out for us."

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Somewhere around mid-afternoon, Kanan was slinking into the junkyard with a bag of Mooby burgers in one hand, a tray of sodas in the other, a dog at his heels, and an assembled lightsaber clipped to his belt.

He was trying to be utterly nonchalant about that last part. Which was easier to do when he had a rainbow dalmatian attempting to snatch the burger bag away.

"C'mon, Stance," he chided. "You already had yours, save some for Hera."

Hera looked up from the latest thing - a twisted up car bumper, not that she knew that yet - and smiled at Kanan. "Oh, you're a life saver." She came reaching for a soda and only belatedly noticed the lightsaber.

And immediately ignored it, though her smile got just a touch happier.

"You come to help, or just to deliver me from hunger and thirst?"

"That depends entirely on whether or not Chopper can behave himself around Stance," Kanan replied, only half-jokingly, as he held the drinks and food out for Hera to help herself to. "I'm not above doing some heavy lifting today. What's up?"

Chopper made a rude noise and dropped the metal piece he held a little harder than necessary.

"Chop, be nice," Hera said firmly. She took a long drink before picking up one of the burgers. She gestured at the pile with her cup. "New delivery. I'm still trying to get it sorted out where it belongs."

"Huh," Kanan said, taking the other drink and sipping at it thoughtfully before adding, "and you had them put it all there?"

It just looked as though she'd had a lot of sorting done, was all. And this pile of scrap seemed to be undoing a lot of it.

Hera growled in exasperation. "I didn't have much of a choice. Whatever creatures that man had hauling the stuff steered worse than drunk banthas. It was this or on top of the ships."

"Fair enough," Kanan said, faintly amused. He took another sip of his drink, and then grinned as he unwrapped one of the burgers.

What? They weren't his ships.

"So, you just need a hand sorting and hauling, or what?"

"Pretty much." Hera coiled one lek around her drink to hold it and unwrapped her burger, taking a bite. "I just need to get it where it belongs. Could use a bit more than a hand with the big pieces, too," she added hopefully. Hey, he was wearing his lightsaber, so maybe?

Kanan was silent for a moment, still thoughtfully slurping away at his drink. He took a bite of his burger, chewed, and swallowed before finally giving his shoulders a shrug.

"Yeah," he said, "sure. Just tell me where you need it."

At this point, it wasn't like 'Kanan is a Jedi' was some kind of huge secret around here. Especially after spite-igniting his lightsaber thanks to Eliot this morning.

Hera beamed. "Great! After food." She took another bite of her burger. "So what've you been up to today?"

"Took Stance for his morning walk," Kanan replied between bites of burger. "Let him chase the birds for a bit while I swung my broomstick around. Far less interesting day than yours, it looks like."

Said the guy who had assembled his lightsaber entirely because Eliot had been giving him a hard time.

"We should get out of here. Go do something," Hera suggested. "I haven't had any real jobs lately, but I can check in, see if there's anything available."

"Yeah?" Kanan took another mouthful of Coke, then settled back in a lean against a pile of tires. "Something to do might not be half bad."

Just don't expect him to pull out the Force back home, Hera.

Yeah, Hera really didn't expect that, no worries.

"I'll ask around," she said. "Can't be anything too long if we're still doing things here, but a quick supply run is always good."

"You can never have too much bacta," Kanan agreed, grinning faintly. "Or fruit. Not that Earth fruit is bad or anything. It's just not right."

Like everything else that was almost like home, but not quite. The stuff that was completely different was fine. Kanan was used to completely different. But 'close but no cigar' was not doing it for him.

Hera nodded in agreement, her mouth full. Then she swallowed and added, "But I meant maybe a run to Ryloth or Kashyyyk, or maybe Mon Cala. It pays well enough, and gives us a chance to keep an eye on what the Empire's up to."

Well. Hera went and said that 'E' word again. Kanan frowned and scratched at his cheek with the edge of his soda's lid.

"But we're just going on a supply run?"

He got a little antsy when it came to getting close to the Empire. Maybe she'd noticed.

Yeah, well, Hera'd stay far away given a choice, but it was sort of there being all oppressive.

"Well, I'm not planning on getting caught for running a blockade, if that's what you mean," she drawled.

"Can't blame a guy for wanting to make sure," Kanan noted, shrugging. "You going to need me in the copilot's seat or at the turret?"

There were Imps about. It was a fair question. Dealing with the Empire on Gorse had been one thing. They had come to him. He wanted to know if they were going to be picking this fight themselves before rushing in.

"Hopefully just copilot," Hera said. "I've got codes to make me just another hauler, fully sanctioned. Of course, if anything goes bad, a hand at the turret wouldn't go amiss."

Kanan was pretty sure he didn't need to tell Hera just how much the idea of that didn't appeal to him.

"If we need it, I'll be there," he sighed. "But we won't need it."

Because if they did, he'd be pissed.

"We'd better not," Hera agreed. "But you never know."

She finished her burger and crumpled up the paper, tossing it gently at Kanan's head. "Any preferences for where? Bacta and caf we can get anywhere, fruit and nerf might depend."

Kanan mostly just rolled his eyes and smiled tolerantly as the paper bounced off his forehead. Hey, why not.

"Kashyyyk is probably the best bet for produce," he mused. "Jungle planet and all. Depending on how badly damaged it's been. I haven't been there anywhere resembling recently. Is there anything from Ryloth you've been missing, lately?"

"Spicy mynock," Hera answered with a wry grin, "but I'll understand if you'd rather not. Kashyyyk sounds good. And they can always use outside supplies."

The Empire hadn't exactly been kind.

Kanan could not help but make a face at that one. Ugh, mynock. How Twi'leks managed to get that stuff down and enjoy it was beyond him.

"Captain's call," he settled on, finally. "If you end up getting your hands on mynock that isn't trying to eat the insides of the ship, you won't even have to share."

You were too kind, Kanan.

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