I didn't think they would find it as funny as I did; I was just genuinely curious about how they were gonna make armor for Ithorians.
AR-T13 didn't seem interested in talking about armor design, though. They seemed more baffled by the fact that Deej and I were exchanging postcards. They were like, "Why would you use a method of communication that could take weeks to arrive when you could just speak with each other over your comm channels?"
Um, we do. Like, almost every day. Instant gratification can be great! But like I said before, sometimes a guy just needs something to look forward to.
Also, it's nice to support the Galactic Postal Service. They do good work.
Yesssss! The IMPROVED chapter five of “On the Job” is now on Archive of Our Own!
Here’s a peek:
A woman was slumped against the table, face-down. A rough-woven cloak draped over her shoulders and two black loops of braided hair reflected the pulses of light. He reached out for her shoulder, but no sooner had his fingers brushed the coarse fabric than he jerked them back, stumbling away and slipping on the spilled beer. A hand dropped onto his shoulder and Kanan jumped away. When he spun around, it was to face a hammer-headed Ithorian offering him another ale, smiles plastered across his twin mouths. Tongue petrified in his throat, Kanan could only shake his head jerkily from side to side as he backed away.
The new and improved second chapter of ”On the Job” is now on AO3!
Enjoy a more stream-lined and on-point “Ancient Wisdom,” all from Hera’s point of view!
231 word preview below the break.
You know you want to read about that first kiss again (^_-)☆
She grabbed Kanan’s hand and bolted down the aisle, but he yanked her back.
“No! Stay by the wall!” he said, wrapped Hera in his arms and pulled them tightly into the corner.
The rumbling amplified. The deck of the Ghost jumped up and the squeal of rusty metal screeched overhead. Hera looked up to see the crate she’d opened sliding down at them. She must have dislodged it with all her shoving.
It hit the stack of crates on the other side of the narrow passage, but that didn’t stop its descent.
“Kanan, look out!”
He ducked down and put up his hand defensively just as the container wedged itself into the narrow gap. The shaking waned, but the crate crept lower with each fading jolt. Kanan and Hera kept their eyes on the heavy container suspended over their heads. Bit by bit the floor ceased to shudder and the Ghost went quiet. Their eyes were glued to the container, but it was firmly stuck....
It wasn’t until then that she realized they were still holding onto each other. Her hands flexed where they rested around his waist and Kanan’s hand shifted on her shoulder. The space between the crates grew quiet.
With a deep breath in, Hera stretched her neck upwards. She glanced once at Kanan’s mouth and her nose brushed against his cheek.
