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WHO: Hera and Y O U
WHERE: Various
WHEN: The first few days after Hera's arrival, Jan 4-7 or so
WHAT: Hera adjusts. Or pretends to. Or actually just tries to sneakily figure out what's actually going on here, either/or.
WARNINGS: none as of yet

001. Exploring

Naturally, Hera's first thought upon being kidnapped (again) was that this was some sort of new ploy by the Empire. Maybe they'd developed a new way of getting information from dissidents?

But the more she sees and hears, the less likely that seems. Oh, sure, some of the Empire's worst are devious, even cunning, but by and large, they're not imaginative. Why be subtle, or use trickery, when there's brute force and truth serum?

So, okay, she's probably not somehow imprisoned on an Imperial Star Destroyer. That leaves the story she was actually given, or... what? Hera means to find out, and to that end, she is exploring every inch of this ship, this Eluvio, that she can get away with. She might pretend to be on a cleaning crew or something, to get into a room here or there. If nothing else, the more she knows about this ship, the better equipped she'll be to - run away from it the first chance she gets.

002. Shopping district

"You expect me to what?" she shouts at the unsuspecting shop owner. Incredulous. Her voice rising, angry, sharp. "Let me make one thing clear, you pile of blurrg droppings: I am no one's model, or dancer, or pretty piece of furniture."

The tirade continues for approximately eight minutes, before Hera storms out of the clothing shop and into the shopping district, ready to glare daggers at anyone who might even think about putting her in a dress against her will.

003. Atrium

Truth be told, the Ghost feels pretty lonely to Hera. She's glad to have it with her, she supposes. If nothing else, it'll probably end up being her getaway vehicle. It's hers, and she couldn't do without it. But it's also empty now. It's just her. Not even Chopper is around to liven things up a little, like in the old days before she met Kanan. It's depressing, so she has to find someplace else to spend time quietly. The Atrium fits the bill relatively well. The zen garden even reminds her vaguely of the province on Ryloth where she grew up.

Hera's not big on meditation - that's really Kanan's thing. But she finds herself sitting, watching the calm waters. Whatever this situation is that she's in, she's going to have to get herself out. Make plans. Find allies. She's done it before, she can manage it again. She has to get back to her family.

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"There do seem to be a lot of us," Hera agrees. None of her crew, though. A few people she knows, but no one she considers a close friend. Acquaintances, allies, at best. This young woman, though, is still unknown.

"It makes me wonder just how random this supposed anomaly that brings us here actually is," she adds, carefully.

"You're not the only one." Not that she is willing to fight being pulled here with her friends, if only because she's not willing to fight the anomaly bringing Bodhi and Cassian here instead of leaving them to their fates on Scarif.

And Kay. She guesses.

(And Kay, definitely. The lady doth protest too much.)

"Maybe for every person who is unused to space travel being possible, they bring in one who was raised with it."

"To know that, we'd have to know some basic statistics on everyone here." Which, to Hera, sounds like something someone here probably knows, but she'll have to do some digging to figure out who.

And unlike Jyn, perhaps, Hera is doing all this with an eye to getting out, going home.

"But there's definitely something more going on here than we're being told."

"You're not the only one that thinks that, either." Jyn has given herself the luxury of not caring, but she knows that Cassian is not her and Cassian is probably far better equipped than her to find out what they need to know anyway. If they need someone beat up though, she's called dibs.

"Maybe there's a directory somewhere."

"Oh, I'm absolutely sure there is," Hera says with a little laugh. "We just have to figure out where it is and how to access it." Yeah, just. That could be a process all on its own, and it might not even get them anywhere in terms of getting back home.

Fair enough.

"There's a KX-droid here who is very good at sullenly bypassing protocols to find particular data." Jyn doesn't know if Kay can access any of the ship's protocols because of the differences in technology and she suspects he's already tried, but.

"If you can handle the constant sarcasm, he might be able to help."

Hera nods. "K-2SO? Unless you're talking about another sarcastic droid - reminds me a little of my droid, actually." She sounds fond. Yeah, she can put up with the sarcasm. "I might have to see if he's willing to help - and I appreciate the heads-up about him."

Jyn doesn't smile -- she never smiles -- but her naturally downturned mouth twists wryly. She's glad Kay's sarcasm is such a telling feature.

"Don't tell him I had anything to do with it, he'll turn you down out of spite." There friendship is one of put upon contention. He's a dick! But if he were nice to her she would know something was terribly wrong.

"How many times has this droid offered to throw you out an airlock, just out of curiosity?" Hera finds herself asking, amused.

"Today?" Her eyes sparkle playfully because that is definitely an answer all on its own. "He's very fond of me but he won't admit it out of spite and jealousy."

Hera just laughs aloud, and nods. "That sounds about right. My name's Hera, by the way. Hera Syndulla."

"Jyn Erso." She used to loath her name, any reminder of her family. General Draven spitting it at her made her skin crawl. But now she wears it proudly, another flicker of a sad smile.

She'd say it was nice to meet her, but.

Manners.

That's okay, Hera will do it for her. "Nice to meet you," she says pleasantly. "I just wish the circumstances were better."

Being kidnapped, and all.

"They could be worse." They are worse, but Jyn is fairly certain her circumstances aren't the norm. Well, she would have to talk to people to know for sure and she isn't Here For That, but she also isn't going to hop on the network like raise your hand if you're dead.

"There's food for one." And it is not prison slop so #blessed.

"There is," Hera says carefully. "For the time being."

That doesn't mean that will always be the case, though.

"I'm sorry if I sound a little cynical. Too much time dealing with the Empire, I guess."

Jyn could agree, imagines this place might turn into a slow boil the way the Empire started before anyone even realized democracy was crumbling around them. But it's brought in a load of rebels who've already died to destroy their plans, it seems poor planning if that's what the ship's leaders are trying as well.

"Bit of a shit plan bringing us in then, isn't it?"

Hera smiles faintly at Jyn. "Oh, they'll regret the day they brought me here, eventually. I'll make sure of that." She's good at ruining the Empire's day, she can do the same here. Just as soon as she figures out who "they" are.

"Clearly you're not an Imperialist then." She can't pretend she knew all the Partisans and there were plenty of groups that formed with the Separatists that she didn't know of, not to mention that the Alliance was huge.

But maybe Hera just thinks the Emperor is a dick and isn't vehemently opposed to him as a general rule.

Hera's face goes carefully blank for a moment, then she shrugs. She hasn't really made a secret of her sentiments here - it doesn't seem necessary, since they're obviously in a completely different galaxy, far away from even the Empire's reach.

That doesn't mean she shouldn't be a little circumspect, but - whatever.

"The Empire has occupied my home," she says flatly. "The Empire exists only to hurt, to destroy. More and more people are beginning to understand this."

"I'm not going to disagree with you." The Empire ruined her life so she is clearly on Hera's side.

Hera nods. "There aren't many people who haven't lost something to the Empire."

Which is why she intends to fix it, one way or another.

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