tie bombers

Going deep with me

but-is-it-canon:

Take a look at what america is wearing in most circumstances.

  • Bomber jacket
  • Tie
  • White shirt
  • Glasses

Now look at him here.

  • Tie
  • White shirt
  • Glasses (off to the side)

No jacket. If his glasses are in this picture, his jacket most likely is in it, too.

But where?

Just take a look at what position England is in.

Sleeping on a brown square. The folds make it look like cloth.

Nobody else seems to have a pillow/blanket, so I think it’s safe to assume that is America’s bomber jacket, folded-up.

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Time stopped for Kanan. And then it started again, slowly. He saw everything. He saw the TIE bomber outside, unloosing its torpedo at Forager’s energy shield. He saw the bridge shake violently, in response. He saw the heavy durasteel catwalk, already weakened from Hera’s forklift entrance, snap from its moorings. He saw it fall toward Hera. Hera—not oblivious, but in no position to get out of the way. He recognized the obstacles between them—the debris and the bodies, lying across the fastest route.

Without thinking, he swept them away with his mind, clearing a path. No barrier blocked him from Hera. And he moved.

He moved faster than when he’d saved Yelkin, faster than he’d remembered moving in years. All in the hope of grabbing her and diving beneath the doorway. Except time moved faster, too—faster than his hopes. He reached her too late, just as he’d been too late to save Master Billaba. The Force had been too late for many that day.

But it was with him now, as he slid to the floor by Hera’s side. Hera, knowing the danger she was in, put her hand up as if to shoo him away, to safety. Kanan looked instead upward, waving with his hand—

—and suspending the giant catwalk in midair, centimeters from his and Hera’s heads. She stared at it, dumbfounded—and then at him. Self-conscious, Kanan shoved at the air, pushing the levitated mass off to the side. It landed with a colossal crash. Forager shuddered again under the Imperial attack.

The view outside was a thing of perversely wondrous beauty, he thought: flashes of light before the moon as the starfighters made their runs. But it all paled before the look he saw here in the darkness, in Hera’s eyes.

“But—” she started to say. “But you’re—”

With a wry smile, Kanan put his finger to her mouth. “Shh. Don’t tell anyone.” (x)

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Won my first advanced rules game of X-Wing last night, meaning I’m 2-0. It was quite the battle, but my Imperial lineup of the Inquisitor in the Inquisitor’s TIE, “Deathfire” in the TIE Bomber, Countess Ryad in the TIE Defender, and Academy Pilot (aka Johnny Cadet) in the TIE Fighter pulled me to a narrow victory over my opponent, playing the Scum and Villainy faction.

Time stopped for Kanan. And then it started again, slowly. He saw everything. He saw the TIE bomber outside, unloosing its torpedo at Forager’s energy shield. He saw the bridge shake violently, in response. He saw the heavy durasteel catwalk, already weakened from Hera’s forklift entrance, snap from its moorings. He saw it fall toward Hera. Hera—not oblivious, but in no position to get out of the way. He recognized the obstacles between them—the debris and the bodies, lying across the fastest route. Without thinking, he swept them away with his mind, clearing a path. No barrier blocked him from Hera. And he moved. He moved faster than when he’d saved Yelkin, faster than he’d remembered moving in years. All in the hope of grabbing her and diving beneath the doorway. Except time moved faster, too—faster than his hopes. He reached her too late, just as he’d been too late to save Master Billaba. The Force had been too late for many that day. But it was with him now, as he slid to the floor by Hera’s side. Hera, knowing the danger she was in, put her hand up as if to shoo him away, to safety. Kanan looked instead upward, waving with his hand— —and suspending the giant catwalk in midair, centimeters from his and Hera’s heads. She stared at it, dumbfounded—and then at him. Self-conscious, Kanan shoved at the air, pushing the levitated mass off to the side. It landed with a colossal crash. Forager shuddered again under the Imperial attack. The view outside was a thing of perversely wondrous beauty, he thought: flashes of light before the moon as the starfighters made their runs. But it all paled before the look he saw here in the darkness, in Hera’s eyes. “But—” she started to say. “But you’re—” With a wry smile, Kanan put his finger to her mouth. “Shh. Don’t tell anyone.” She looked at him for a long moment in wonderment before understanding came to her—and a gentle smile came to her face. She nodded. “Let’s go.”
—  A New Dawn: Hera realizes that Kanan is a Jedi