voice;

[neverknight]

Who: Kanan Jarrus
Broadcast: All
Action: The Marsiva
When: Does the time of day even matter in space

This is Ghost-1, calling in. Team - sound off.

[... if they're here. Kanan is showing a rare amount of discretion by saying nothing else. His observations from other new arrivals has given him the intel he needs - it's a holodrama with secret recording devices hidden everywhere. It wasn't your run of the mill Imperial gig. So for now, he was going to avoid drawing attention to himself.

In the meantime, he's on the Marsiva exploring. Rather than stand gaping out the windows at space, he's trying to get a sense of the size of the ship he's on. Unfortunately it's not always easy going in a straight line among twisting and turning hallways and trying to hold numbers in his head is not easy. It would be a shame if he lost his count.]

Comments

[resnipstance]

[Ahsoka just laughs. It's warm and bubbly-- unlike her adult counterpart's muted chuckle.]

I thought that was the mark of true friendship.

[neverknight]

It's the mark of something. [Except he misses the crap out of all of them and he wouldn't trade them for a planet full of rancors.] Probably a good thing they're not here to hear that, though.

[resnipstance]

Too tough to let them know you care?

[neverknight]

A guy's entitled to his reputation.

[resnipstance]

[Ahsoka just smiles and shakes her head fondly, even if Kanan can't see it. It's instinctual.]

Typical.

[neverknight]

[A small chuckle.]

At the moment, it's all I've got. The Atroma were kind enough to deprive me of everything else.

[resnipstance]

So you'll cling on to it even in a place where no one knows who you are?

[neverknight]

How will they know who I am if I don't?

[resnipstance]

Hmph. Fair enough.

[neverknight]

Either way, looks like I've got my work cut out for me. Thanks for the intel.

[resnipstance]

No problem. You're welcome to contact me any time if you have any other questions.