Rebels OOM: Meeting the cell

[childofrebellion]

Inside the catacombs, there's a hall that once was a warehouse for droids but has long been abandoned. As it sits not far from other warehouses, it makes for a good place to meet if you know it. When Cassian enters the large space, he knocks a signal onto a crate as he says, "The ice is strong this year."

From the darkness, a young voice answers, "And the snows came early."

Then from behind a bunch of crates, a human about age thirteen, a Togorian and Naotolan, both in their older teens emerged with blasters held carefully.

The human smiled at the sight of Cassian, "I knew you would come."

"Yes, and I found you a safe way to get off planet, to join other rebels," He moves to give space for Hera and Kanan to be visible.

Comments

[childofrebellion]

Ty laughs at Chopper's gestures, "He's very protective."

Mig looks around and thinks, "Ships never have a lot of space. We haven't had a lot of it."

[for_everyone]

"There's usually not a lot of space at the margins."

Hera glances at the Phantom's controls. "But if you're ready for more training, this might be a good time to learn about plotting routes that avoid Imperial detection."

[notallofus]

Kanan raises his hands and moves to shift out of his seat.

"You're welcome to it."

This time he doesn't call them kids.

"Learn from Hera and you'll learn from the best."

And there's Chopper, too. He guesses.

[childofrebellion]

"Thank you, I'd like that." Ty unbuckles and stands up to go look at what Hera's working on.

While Mig and Yna listen from where they are, Ty really wants to be a pilot.

[for_everyone]

Hera directs the others' attention to the navigation charts in the shuttle's readouts, along with some of her own tips for quickly discerning among possible routes.

And even the input Chopper insists on offering is, occasionally, helpful.