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Syndulla Scrap, Saturday

Hera had gone to sleep before Kanan came back from guard duty for his friend, only to be woken up sometime in the wee hours long enough to be told they had company, it was good.

She'd woken up before either Kanan or their guest, who turned out to be...a clone trooper? Hera might've had a heart attack if she didn't trust Kanan, because seriously?

Instead, she shook her head, got ready as quietly as she could, left a note on the counter, and slipped out. If they hadn't gotten in until Kanan had woken her, they probably needed the sleep.

So, she was at the scrapyard, going over the Ghost's propulsion system. If she could get even point-three more power out of that one repulsor, off-planet lift would be sped up considerably. "Hey, Chop, take a look over here, would you?"

The scrapyard was open, the alert was set if anybody came in, and Hera was engaged with ~~one of~~ her true loves.

[Open post, no OCD!]

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"Can't wait to meet this Captain you've replaced Styles with," Stance mused as he and Kanan walked up toward the scrapyard gate. On Kanan's advice, he'd taken off his helmet and was carrying it under one arm, looking up at the sign thoughtfully.

Huh. High Galactic.

"She must be something else if you've come all this way to be with her."

"That's not quite how it--" Kanan tripped the alert and sighed, taking a moment to shuffle the bag of cheeseburgers around and heft the Cokes up in the other hand. "Hera! Hey, you busy?"

At the alert, Hera was already heading back toward the entrance. "Yes, Kanan," she called as she approached, as casual as if there weren't a clone soldier standing next to him. "Some of us actually are up and busy before noon."

Her eyes asked a million questions, but she just reached out for the bag. "Can I help carry?"

"Oh, he won't let you," Stance informed her. "Wouldn't let me, anyway. I might have to start worrying he's playing favorites if he hands those sandwiches over now."

He gave her a bright grin.

"Hello there. You're his captain, are you?"

Hera rolled her eyes and reached for one of the drinks instead, then. At least one of them had better be hers, and she could carry it.

"That's me," she said, holding out a hand after an awkward second. "Hera Syndulla."

And Stance reached to shake it with a little smile.

"Stance," he greeted. "Old friend of--" And this time, by some miracle, he caught himself in time. "--Kanan's."

Kanan, for his part, just kind of smiled wryly from a half-step behind him, shrugged, and nodded comfirmation.

"Stance?" Hera was absolutely not fighting a grin there. She was reaching out for his hand, though. "It's good to meet you. You made quite an impression on Kanan." She nodded over her shoulder. "Should we head to the ship? It's more comfortable than sitting on junk piles."

Kanan saw you fighting that grin, Hera, and Kanan was absolutely rolling his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah," he said, "let's get into actual seats. Get these burgers into our faces before the grease congeals."

Mm, how appetizing, Kanan.

"I probably don't have to tell you he gets grumpy to avoid being too serious," Hera said to Stance over her shoulder as she headed to the Ghost.

The ramp was still down, and she moved a couple cables on her way up to keep from tripping. "Seeing if I can get any more out of the repulsors," she explained. "Thankfully Chopper's interested in it, so he'll probably stay out of the way," she added quietly.

Stance glanced back curiously at Kanan as he muttered a soft, "Thank the Force," and then shrugged and looked around with interest as they made their way up the ship's ramp.

"He's less sulky about it these days," he offered, turning a grin toward Hera. "You should've seen the pout he could work up when the boys started picking on him."

Oh look, Kanan was grumbling more.

Hera grinned over at Stance. "Oh, only sometimes. He doesn't pout that much, though."

She led the way to the ship's lounge and sat at one end of the bench seat, putting her Coke down on the holotable.

"Do I want to know why they picked on you?" she asked Kanan, equal parts amusement and genuine question.

"Hey, you met Caleb," Kanan replied, that third person statement earning a faintly bemused look from Stance. "Excitable kid, asked too many questions. Who wouldn't pick on that?"

"Never stopped Big-Mouth from having a fresh meiloorun on hand to surprise you with, though."

"True," Kanan replied, mouth pulling into a wry half-smile. "They didn't mean anything by it."

"That's good to know." Hera smiled. "Speaking of food..." She held out a hand for a burger. "Have you tried this stuff yet?" she asked Stance. "The meat's not too far off nerf, but the drinks are great."

"It's been Republic rations for a while," Stance noted wryly. Which was a statement that would've made sense maybe a decade ago. "I'm willing to try any of it."

A pause.

"I'm familiar with the Coke stuff, though. That stuff's pretty alright."

"Anything's better than rations," Hera agreed. "We'll have to get you something good later on."

"I think the burgers are fine," Kanan mumbled. "And he got to try pizza last night."

Trauma pizza. It was traditional.

"Traditional Earth foods," Hera said with a grin. "The burgers are fine," she assured Kanan. "They're just fine for quick food; I'm sure Earth has better."

"Sure," Kanan replied, "but why have better when you can have Mooby's? Besides, Stance," don't laugh, Hera, "is only here for a few days. Fast food, plenty of catching up to be done."

"That makes sense," Hera said. "Though you should probably still take him to the diner."

"What brings you here?" Hera asked Stance. A crazy thought occurred to her, but this was Fandom, so she had to find a way to phrase it to Kanan. "Has he...um...met the dog?"

At that, Stance perked up a little, almost like a puppy, himself.

"Oh, that funny spotty wolfish thing? Yeah, he came out and planted himself on my feet before I woke up, nearly jumped out of my skin this morning. Hell of a thing to wake up to when you don't know what it is."

He cast a look toward Kanan, just for that.

Edited 2018-10-07 03:00 (UTC)

Okay, so at least this wasn't the island playing tricks. Well, not like that.

"That's him," Hera agreed. "He's really sweet, even if he's not much like a dog from back home. So...what brings you here, then?"

"I'm not completely sure how it works, myself," Stance noted, turning an uncertain look towards Kanan. "Something about dreams and a stone, apparently."

He smiled wryly at her with a face that was ten years too young. Twenty years too young, for a Clone.

"I'm not really necessarily anywhere, usually."

Hera gave Kanan a worried look. "Maybe start from the beginning?"

Kanan pulled in a slow breath.

"Right."

He glanced at Stance. And then back to Hera, his food forgotten, for the moment.

"This is Stance," he said. "Stance and I served together in the war."

The war that a clone with a face that young couldn't possibly have existed for, yet.

There weren't clones with faces that young, anymore.

"He, um." Kanan swallowed.

"Died," Stance supplied. "I died. Before the war's end."

"Oh." Hera's voice was quiet. "I'm sorry. The island?"

"The island," Kanan agreed. He glanced at Stance, and then looked back to Hera. "Last time, it gave me my Master."

Weirdly enough, this was somehow harder.

Of course, he hadn't pulled a gun on his Master when she'd arrived.

Hera reached for his hand to squeeze it.

"How long is this for?"

"Just a couple of days," Stance said, politely turning to look around the ship instead of paying too much attention to that hand-holding. "And then I'll be on my way again."

Hera sucked in a breath and nodded. "Well, we'll just have to show you what we can before then." She let go of Kanan's hand. "Whenever you're not catching up. I guess there's a lot of that."

"Yeah, there'll be a fair bit of that." Kanan looked at Stance for a moment, and then smiled wryly. "Tomorrow, maybe."

"Helps it's a one-sided catch-up," Stance quipped. Because jokes like that were apparently easier to make after you'd been dead for a decade.

"There's still a lot, I think," Hera said almost apologetically. "But if that's for tomorrow, what's today for?" She grinned. "Apart from introductions."

"Procrastinating," Stance said, at the same time Kanan said, "just wandering around."

They glanced at one another, and then Kanan shrugged.

"Basically the same thing anyway."

Hera smiled. "In that case, how about we finish burgers and I show you the ship? Then we can show you the system. Nothing else inhabited, but some of it's pretty."

Stance paused, looking to Kanan to see what he said, and when he was just met with a slight smile and a shrug of his shoulders in turn, he looked back to Hera with a smile of his own.

"Sounds good," he replied. "Bit of a joyride seems like a great way to spend a day."

"If I had a choice, I'd nearly always be flying," Hera confessed.

"Suits me just fine," Stance replied with a grin. "Never really been out flying for the sake of flying before. The idea definitely has its appeal."

"You're on the right ship for it," Hera said, smiling. "Though that will mean you probably get to meet Chopper. He's my other crew. He's..."

She looked to Kanan for help.

Stance also glanced Kanan's way, blinking.

"He's got personality," Kanan decided, helpfully.

"Well," Stance mused, "he can't he half as bad as the clankers the Seps kept throwing at us."

Hera laughed. "We'll see if you still say that later." She sipped her Coke, then set it down. "Let me go get those cables unhooked and warn him. Be right back."

"He really that bad?" Stance looked at Kanan curiously.

Kanan just grinned lopsidedly.

"Maybe don't try to boss him around or anything, and you'll probably be fine."

"Probably??"

Kanan shrugged.

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