One of the moons of Rion, Wednesday Fandom time

[futurespacemom]

"That's it?"

Hera didn't actually say it, but she did share an incredulous blink with Kanan. They'd picked up their cargo a few systems away, flew it through what had been more a customs check than a blockade, not even been boarded or had to do more than answer a question or two ("Are you importing any foreign animals or have you been infested in the last year with mynocks?"), then been told to have a great time.

Now their contact had taken possession of the crates, thanked and paid them, and they still had two days left until their return portal.


[NFB for distance!]

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[uncertain_dume]

"Honestly, for Summer's first time rubbing elbows with the lowest of the low back home, I'd feel better if we had backup," Kanan admitted. "But I'm not sure how she'd take it if we had you keeping in low orbit just in case. Keep your comm on, and we can go from there?"

[futurespacemom]

Hera nodded. "That sounds like a good idea. Anyway, as long as she doesn't antagonize anyone, you should both be fine."

...Space, they were doomed.

[uncertain_dume]

"I'll keep my blaster close at hand," Kanan promised.

Because... yeah.