#ive listened to c1 three times

[yoursonlucifer]

the thing about emily axford as a player is that she rolls fine but whoo boy does she know how to play. theres a couple posts on here about murphs bad luck rolling vs emily "being able to roll a nat 20 on command," but that's just not true. emily rolls pretty middling, but she's very good at strategy, more often than not meaning that she is able to add buffs to rolls or have them work out even if she doesn't roll Great; we gotta give credit where credit is due, which is to emily's strategy and not to her rolls

[ohmyyfrench]

4 Tips on how to learn French effectively

If you have difficulties understanding when people speak, this post will come in handy and it might help you understand what you should do to overcome it.

WARNING : Long post ahead for learners of this beautiful language.

I. LISTENING IS NOT READING

The problem :

You might find it easy to read posts, articles, books in French. Great! But do you actually imagine how the phrase you’d read in your head would sound in a real life scenarios if it was read by a native? Probably not.

The problem comes from the fact that 99% of the content you read (including this one) is not pronounced by native people. No, no, Duolingo text-to-speech, you won’t fool me here, I know you are a robot and your phrases would never get prounounced in real life situations so please, stop it. Who says “Je mange des pommes avec mon chien” anyways ?

The solution :

When you’re reading, pronounce all the words out loud. It will connect the part of your brain which controls the hearing with your eyes.

 Skimming through the words won’t help you, at all. If you connect the sound with the words you’re reading, it’s already a first step. Then, if you close your eyes and you understand the meaning of the word just by hearing it, then it’s the second step and it’ll help you, with time, with connecting those part which are the most important ones for you to start improving your oral comprehension.

II. GET USED TO FAST SPEECH

The problem :

Another big difficulty learners have when listening to native speakers is the speed. Yes, we are French, yes we do speak fast. It feels like punctuation doesn’t even exist. To some degrees, that’s true. No, no, Inner French, I seeeee yoooouuuu prrronoooouunnnccee eevvveerryyythhiinngg liiiiikee thiiiis. Please, stop it. Nobody talks like that. Even I, as a teacher, avoid this at all cost. I’d rather repeat the phrase twice or three times and let the student process normal/fast information, rather than talking like if I had a baby in front of me.

The solution :

Find original content made by French, for French people, not for learners. I know, I know, it’s hard when you are A1 or A2 but if you want to reach B1 or B2, then stop watching content for learners and start the real thing. Will it be hard? Yes, but rewarding with time. Even if you understand only 20% in the beginning, with time, those 20% will become 30%, then 50%, then 70%. Then, when you’ll come back later to slow speech, you’ll feel like everything was very easy to start with. Think like Usain Bolt. Try pushing your limits. If you push hard, then slow down afterwards, everything becomes easier. But, if you start slow and then try understanding fast speech, you’ll have a hard time, even if you understand 100% of what Inner French says.

III. HOMONYMS — THE VANISHING “E” — THE LIAISION

The problem :

Ver, verre, vert, vers. Well, you know the deal. Most of this reddit is full of memes like this one. It’s hard for learners to distinguish the differences in spoken French. Same for the liaison and the vanishing “e” sound. A simple phrase like : “Je ne sais pas ce qu’il fera” sound in real life like : “Ché pas c’qu’il fra”. Why ? Because we shorten everything that can be shortened in order to express ourselves. Grammaticaly, the phrase would still be correct. Hearing it, as a learner, is a different task and your brain will think this person just prounounced new words you’ve never heard before. Trust me, you know those words. You’re just not used to hear them in real situations (see the point I.)

The solution :

Repeat the phrases again and again so your brain starts dividing the words and start making sense of it, depending on the context. There’s no point in reading here. It’s just pure concentration and pure listening. More often than not, that will be the hardest task of them all because everybody talks differently and shorten things differently. It’ll be a matter of listening to various podcasts, videos, movies in order to get all those different colors and flavours and of course a matter of time before you can process it fully like a native speaker.

IV. RECOMMANDATIONS

I advise you to start listening to various content as soon as possible. It will take some time, depending on your level and dedication. Even if you’re not sure what to listen to or watch, choose topics you like the most in your own language and try finding the same type of content in French. Here are few recommandations depending on your level and what you like.

A1

The Fable Cottage

Stories and fairy tales, mainly A1/A2 with the translation, good to start listening

A2

Choses à Savoir

A lot of podcasts, mainly A2/B1, clear pronounciation, lot of content.

B1

Oh My French

A lot of videos, podcasts with explanations in English, vocabulary, transcripts, exercises, mainly B1/B2 up to C1 level

B2

Le Parisien

French news channel, very popular, B2/C1 level

C1

Le Monde

French news channel, very popular, a bit harder than Le Parisien, the videos are longer and more interesting, C1 level

If you have any questions about it, let me know, I’ll be glad to help :) 

[gondalsqueen]

Chapters: 8/? Fandom: Star Wars: Rebels Rating: Explicit Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Kanan Jarrus/Hera Syndulla Characters: Hera Syndulla, C1-10P | Chopper, Original Characters, Kanan Jarrus, Ezra Bridger, Sabine Wren, Garazeb "Zeb" Orrelios, Alexsandr Kallus, CT-7567 | Rex, Mart Mattin, Wedge Antilles Additional Tags: Pregnancy, vague mentions of abortion, future character death in the background, Season/Series 04, Established Relationship, Oral Sex, Chair Sex, Table Sex, sex during pregnancy, chapter 2 has lots of sex, Secrets, the best pilot in the galaxy, flying combat, character injury, canon torture, flight of the defender, rebel assault, Jedi Night, Major character death - Freeform, Grief, Morning Sickness, Counseling, Masturbation, Dreams, Traditions, Space family, Inappropriate bets, Lothal, Shopping, down time, Space Combat, Battle of Scarif, Rogue One - Freeform, hammerhead corvette!, Yavin 4, Stardust - Freeform

Summary: “Hey!” Zeb caught her at the ramp. “You have GOT to be kidding me.” “Why?” “Because that child is about to drop out of you at any moment, that’s why!” “It’s not an X-wing, Zeb. G Force isn’t that bad in the Ghost.” “So you’re going to fly into battle?” ... Yavin IV was busy, busy, busy. One of their spies had tied Order 13 to a program called “Stardust,” and they had something to do at last, just trying to unwind it all. Some sort of doomsday machine.

“Better that than those Defenders,” Hera remarked.

“Would you rather fight one convor the size of a rancor,” Zeb asked, “or a hundred rancors the size of convors?”

Sabine had come back from Lothal with her. “You’re funny,” she told Zeb.

“Hey, trying times! Somebody’s got to make an attempt at humor.” 

“And we appreciate the attempt, Zeb,” Hera said, patronizing.

“You two always team up on me! I miss the boys.”

Sabine stuck her tongue out at him.

By night they were reading everything they could about babies, scrambling to get ready. “These texts are stupid!” Sabine would complain, waving a datapad. “They give directly contradictory information! And then they tell you you’re evil if you don’t do what they say.” 

“What I want to know is how any babies have managed to survive at all, if you judge by the number of things you can screw up,” Zeb commented.

Chopper didn’t think it would be very hard. Ten pound Kanan Jarrus had to be easier to control than the larger version.

“Show me the science behind any of this!” Sabine continued her tirade. “This is all just opinion. Somebody has to have done good double blind studies on babies somewhere in this galaxy.”

When her own soon-to-be-baby kept her from sleeping, Hera scoured the holonet for anything related to hybrid Twi’lek/Human children. Despite the presence of what had to have been millions of children, they were statistically so rare that the medical studies weren’t particularly… informative. She had to resort to getting information from that least trustworthy of holonet locations, the messageboard. She took everything with about fifty grains of salt. “A hybrid child is special,” one woman wrote, just before advising sticking magnets to the baby’s skin to call down Force powers. Hera rolled her eyes. One father very practically advised: “Raise them somewhere diverse and the identity crisis won’t be much.” A third brutally honest mother said, “If you’re a human woman, just go straight for the c-section. It’s going to happen anyway.”

And there were pictures… A three-year-old with short lekku and marbled skin. A ten-year-old who had just won a sports tournament standing next to his father, whom he looked nothing like. A little girl with blue skin and two blue ponytails in place of lekku. Most of those children made through genetic matching and implanted embryos, wanted and tried for for years…

Most hybrid pregnancies didn’t make it, she discovered, the genetics too mismatched to create a viable child. Those invariably ended in early pregnancy, though, and the consensus was that any fetus who made it this far was probably safe. Hera recalled the weirdly appropriate adage about not counting your chickens before they’d hatched, but she wasn’t too worried. Any kid that could kick like that was bound to be healthy. And he looked good on all the scans.

The scans… 

“Everything in the right place, everything the right size,” the technician had said at her last visit. “He’s playing with his hands. And look at this! Do you see that?”

Hera did not.

“He’s already got hair.”

Hair. Her child. 

She should really have seen that coming, but it completely floored her.

She was thirty-nine weeks along—nearly full term for a human, not quite full term for a Twi’lek—when the Battle of Scarif took place. And she was too kriffing fat to make it to the war room when they called her. 

But she heard the speech the Erso girl gave in replay, and she could have kicked herself for not being there to give it momentum. “What chance do we have?” They were Hera’s own words, angrier and more jaded, perhaps, more desperate, but the sentiment the same. “The question is what CHOICE?” Fight now or die.

When the klaxons went off, Hera all but ran towards the Ghost. 

“Hey!” Zeb caught her at the ramp. “You have GOT to be kidding me.”

“Why?”

“Because that child is about to drop out of you at any moment, that’s why!”

“It’s not an X-wing, Zeb. G Force isn’t that bad in the Ghost.”

“So you’re going to fly into battle?”

Objectively, was her child’s life was more valuable than her own, or Zeb’s, or that of anybody else in the galaxy who would be murdered if they didn’t succeed? “Yes,” she answered.  

“Hera, you’re—”

“Look,” she snapped. “It’s now or never for this fight. I’d rather have him die clean, not knowing any pain, than be hunted slowly, terrified. Or taken into some camp…” She trailed off. Did Zeb even know what she was imagining? Where did he think those Inquisitors came from? No, she’d rather have her child die now, with her.

Not that dying was going to happen. 

“I’ve got nose gun,” Sabine called.

“Okay, okay,” Zeb grumbled. “IF you’re really going, nobody’s getting turret gun but me!”

From the Phantom’s rear guns, Chopper demanded to know what they were waiting for.

“Good, then,” Hera grinned. “Let’s go take some back from the Empire.”

Rex waved them off. “Good luck!”

“We don’t need luck!” Sabine told him. “We’ve got the Force!”

…

Scarif. Graveyard, the word would come to mean. Hera flew like she’d never flown in her life, the hundreds of ships around her tinged with light at the corners of her vision, her hands and mind just a half-step ahead of the chaos. This, strangely, was her peak. She kept them alive.

But they had to get that stupid kriffing planetary shield down. “Are you listening to the Admiral? Bombing runs!” she shouted over the chaos on the comms. “Aim for the ring! None of this matters if you don’t get the shield down!” They were still just flying defensive though, few of them even able to mount a run. And those who did were blown into shrapnel after one pass.

“Karabast!” Zeb had missed a line-up shot at two TIEs. It had been a bad angle anyway, and if they’d stayed there for another three seconds to get the shot, another fighter would have finished them off quickly.

“Hey!” Hera called over the pilot’s channel. “HEY! Get your heads on and work together! Y-wings make the bombing strikes, X-wings run defensive! Holy Force, people, get in the game!”

After that they got a couple more shots in. And then Admiral Raddus brought in the new hammerhead corvette, that beautiful beast of a ship, and Hera got to watch one of the more glorious wrecks of her career, that thing diving and just PLOWING through metal and it was… victory.

Pyrrhic victory. 

They’d gotten the information out. Vader’s ship chased the Tantive IV away just before they jumped, but Tantive was fast, and they’d make it.

The Ghost came out of hyperspace a short jump later, one of the three steps that would take them back to Yavin.

“Holy kriff, Hera, that was some flying!” Sabine declared.

“Yeah.” She was still waiting for her breathing to recover. The Ghost’s shields were at more than half.

“You know if they chase Tantive IV down, they’re going to be coming for Yavin next,” Zeb told her.

“Yeah.”

“Did you SEE that thing? It’s operational.”

Chopper suggested several rude technical malfunctions he’d like to perform on that thing.

“Yeah, Chop, you show them.” Hera rolled her eyes.

“Hera—” From the nose gun, Sabine turned to look up at her, that straight-browed fretful face that she made. “Don’t go back to Yavin. It’s time for a break. Fly to Lothal.”

Her stomach twisted painfully at the suggestion. No, not her stomach—her uterus was taking up all the room these days.

“You can comm them that you’ve gone on leave. You should have gone a week ago.”

She did feel a little funny. Post-battle adrenaline probably, but who was to say?

“Okay.”

“Really?”

“Chopper, get down here and chart a course for Lothal.”

[learnspanishfans]

The Amazing Moment Speaking German Finally Clicked [Mission Complete!]

I never thought I’d make it. Yet here I am, one month later, at the end of my One Month Without English language mission. It’s a day that felt so far away but at the same time came around so quickly. I know the question you’re dying to ask me: Did I really make it an entire month without speaking English? Well you’re going to have to read on to find out...

Mission Complete: One Month Without English

Okay, I’m going to be brutally honest with you here: I managed the entire month except for one day. I had some British friends turn up for a party in Düsseldorf and they called me to ask if I wanted to go with them. I said yes and took the day off from speaking German, because why would I want to miss that? However I consider this a success because 30 out of 31 days I spoke no English. And, as of last week, I found myself at the Cologne Carnival speaking only German and never once having to speak English: But how much has my level of German improved? After going for an ‘assessment’ at a language school, the teacher put me at B2/C1 level. With the direct quote being, “I teach a B2.2 class right now and you’re much more fluent than they are”. This was less than six months after I started learning German with Benny Lewis’s Language Hacking German course. That for me is mission complete! If you want to see my skills in action, check out this video of me and my girlfriend playing a game in German right here: httpvh://www.youtube.com/watch?v=do6yD29ZS-U

The Amazing Moment it Finally Clicked

One Monday evening about 22 days in, my girlfriend and I were getting ready to go and meet a friend for dinner. We hadn’t seen each other in a year and I’d never spoken German with him. But I’d made him aware that I was only allowed to speak German for the duration of the meal. About an hour before we met an incredible nervousness came over me. I don’t know why but it was the worst yet. I couldn’t keep still and I felt like I wanted to be sick. I imagine it’s how people feel before they walk out and give a talk to 10,000 people. He walked over to the table and I stood up. I asked him how he was in German and did my best to just say the first words that came to my head. We spoke for a little while and I was amazed: I could understand every word that he said. For the next four hours the three of us sat and chatted and drank wine and ate and put the world to rights. We spoke about politics and restaurants and films and anything that came to mind. I never once got asked to re-explain myself. I never had to ask someone to slow down or repeat themselves. The next morning I woke up and it felt like every song I listened to was clearer, every conversation was slower and every word that little bit clearer. Malcolm Gladwell talks about The Tipping Point when small actions reach their peak and then momentum builds and you come downhill. I think that conversation finally took me beyond that tipping point.

Would I Recommend a Month Without English?

I’d recommend that all language learners commit to a period where they can’t use their mother tongue. This should be a specific time where you’re not allowed to back out and revert to English. And you’re regularly having conversations and exposing yourself to the language. But I don’t think this time needs to be one month long. I’m fortunate that my life as a freelancer allows me to be flexible, not see clients in person and completely avoid English on a day-to-day basis. I know that this isn’t an option that’s available to everyone. If you can I’d suggest taking at least 10 days to give up all use of English. I found the first five to six days to be the most frustrating. Afterwards you find more of a groove and can begin to naturally use the language even if it’s not grammatically correct. If you do want to take time without English here’s what I’d suggest you do to make sure nothing gets in the way.

Step 1: Notify All Immediate Friends, Family and Colleagues that You Won’t Be Speaking English

Let everyone who normally gets in touch with you know that you’re not going to be able to speak with them for the next few days or weeks. This stops people randomly calling you or getting annoyed that you haven’t returned their calls. When you’ve made your friends and family aware of what you’re doing, there’s little temptation to give in and just have an English conversation.

Step 2: Remove All Social Media Apps from Your Phone

This was a big one for me. Removing Facebook and Twitter was important for making sure I didn’t try and escape to English entertainment. While you can set up your Facebook account to be in your target language, you can’t control what other people are posting.

Step 3: Go to a Country Where You’ll Meet Native Speakers Every Day

I highly recommend you do this while you’re on holiday or travelling. Although you can immerse yourself at home, I wouldn’t recommend it. To do a month without English from home, you’d essentially have to lock yourself in your house and Skype people all day to avoid using English. Meaning this wouldn’t be an enjoyable or sustainable project.

Step 4: Learn to ‘Talk Around’ Words and Topics

One of the biggest compliments I got was that I’ve developed an incredible ability to describe what I mean without using the word I want. This is a valuable skill in reaching fluency! For example, try and explain the next three items and movies without using their actual names:

Star Wars Episode IV: A New Hope

Coffee

Tom Hanks

This technique is really helpful for describing words and themes in your target languages. When you can talk around a subject, you can lead people in the direction you want to go, even if you’ve forgotten (or not yet learned) a word.

Step 5: Stop Worrying About Grammar

Nobody ever died from using bad grammar. For the days or weeks you’re on a No English mission, let all of your worries about grammar go out of the window. You don’t need to be perfect, you just need to speak. If someone corrects your grammar, use it as an opportunity to learn. But you’ll have time to improve your grammar later; this is the time for talking.

Over To You…

Have you ever thought about giving up your mother tongue for a while? Or, do you fancy taking on the Month Without English challenge yourself? Is there anything else you’d like to know about my mission? Let me know in the comments!

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[gondalsqueen]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: Rebels Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kanan Jarrus/Hera Syndulla Characters: Hera Syndulla, Cham Syndulla, C1-10P | Chopper, Kanan Jarrus, Mart Mattin Additional Tags: s4e09: Rebel Assault, Mid-Season/Series 04 Hiatus, dream scene, Non-graphic injuries Summary:

"The thrum of engines beneath her meant that they were in a vehicle, and her lack of attention meant either that she was in the passenger seat, or else that she was in very big trouble. Hera’s unconscious mind turned these facts over."

On Pryce's prisoner transport, Hera has a hot minute to plan out what to do next. This gets complicated, since she's not actually awake.

This scene takes place immediately after "Rebel Assault," during the season 4 hiatus. ... She was riding, not driving. The thrum of engines beneath her meant that they were in a vehicle, and her lack of attention meant either that she was in the passenger seat, or else that she was in very big trouble. Hera’s unconscious mind turned these facts over until it found a plausible memory. 

Cham drove the landspeeder. Hera, twelve, sat next to him. He hadn’t slept in three days, working furiously at diplomacy and posturing so that nobody would have to fight, scrambling even faster as his efforts failed. Now they had one more chance—a contact out here in the southern settlements who could pull some strings with off-world military leaders—but Hera had no idea where they were going, and Cham kept nearly nodding off at the wheel. 

She shoved her father hard in the shoulder—“Hey!” and he woke sharply.

Hera frowned in disapproval. “Pull over and let me drive.” 

“No.” He took a gulp from the thermos of caf. “We are almost there.” 

“And you have no idea where you’re going, and you’ve been awake for three days. It’s not safe. Pull over.” 

“I said I was driving, young lady.” 

She fumed. She was a perfectly capable driver—Cham let her drive herself places. This was nothing but a stupid display of control. He was the father, so he had to be in charge of everything. They would need to find a place to rest, anyway. He couldn’t go into a meeting like this. 

Hera examined the datapad in her hand, and before her eyes, the dream filled in a path. “I think we turn right at the Abram pass,” she told her father. “At any rate, the map is still loading, but here’s the pass coming up fast.” 

“Right?” asked an exhausted Cham. 

“Here,” Hera told him. “Father, now!” 

He listened and swung right, accidentally flooring the fuel pedal as they turned into the narrow pass. A sloppy turn, but they made it. 

Hera left the dream with a vague feeling of accomplishment and meandered lazily towards consciousness instead of whatever destination her father had in mind. 

In the here and now, she knew that she was wearing gloves. Her forefinger twitched, and its broken nail snagged annoyingly at the leather interior. Okay, that way was reality. Her finger, the vibration of the deck plate under her shoulder, the painful hum in her head. No, no, she wasn’t ready to be awake yet. Something was injured. Run away, sink back down into sleep, and they can’t do anything to you. They can’t torture you until you’re awake. 

Her dreaming mind ransacked her past for an appropriate next scene. Defeat and physical pain—the first time she’d found herself outclassed in a fight, then. A Trandoshan, a human, and a Twi’lek girl walk into a bar, said a bitter little part of her mind. Stop me if you’ve heard this one. 

She hadn’t de-escalated that situation very well, or hadn’t been able to stop it from escalating, at least, and two punches in the Trandoshan had lifted her and slammed her into the ground. She raised her arm to hit back and felt such a sharp pain in her side that she collapsed into a ball instead. 

Unable to fight. What did that leave her? She wished fervently that Chopper, at least, would stay out of the way. A droid and a Twi’lek girl walk into a bar—who pulls the best asking price? Stop me if you’ve heard this one. 

But Chop, at least, they’d underestimated, and he managed to get them both away from there. 

Leaning on Chopper later, sobbing bitterly more in humiliation than pain as she inserted the bone knitter, she took a good, hard look at her own abilities. She hadn’t realized until then that she, Hera, could be too injured to fight back. What was she going to do next time? 

What was she going to do this time? The comforting whir that her dreaming mind had taken for Chopper’s motivator changed timbre as she climbed again towards aching awareness. Reality would have to be dealt with at some point. If she couldn’t fight, she would pretend to be more hurt and terrified than she was until she could seize her moment and escape. Time to start the reconnaissance. 

But as she thought about opening her eyes, the beacon of pain exploded in her head, and it was too much. She retreated into unconsciousness. The transport’s engine became the hum of ships taking off and returning on Yavin IV’s flight deck, and one of them had brought her whole team, all of them. Kanan had returned. And he’d brought Sabine back to her. 

And Ezra, who was raring to go on this Lothal mission, desperate to DO something. They packed up the Ghost on their off shift—they could sleep during the hyperspace jump. 

But Hera was also raring to go, so first she pulled Kanan into the alcove behind her x-wing, well in the shadows of the hangar. 

He’d laughed against her lips—“Engines humming, Captain?” But he’d also taken his time kissing her back, hungry and intending to savor that meal very, very slowly. His hands left trails of heat down her sides, delightful and aching. Their repertoire was limited in a place like this, though—just some stolen moments and light marks. They needed to find somewhere private very soon.

After the mission. 

She remembered the mission then, and the second wave of TIEs coming at them, so many spread across the sky that she got the sensation of standing still, even on full throttle. Damage control, Hera. Damage control, damage control, think of something NOW. 

“Break,” she’d told Mart. “Behind me!” 

“Repeat, General?” 

She knew what he was wondering. Staying behind her gave them little tactical advantage. In front of her, she could guard him from any rear attacks while he took out the enemy with those perpetually forward-facing guns.Not right now, though. Today their best offense was running as hard as they could. 

“Behind!” she repeated, and this kid she’d trained to be a good soldier--he just did what she told him to do. He hit the brakes then started a wild dive towards the Imperial Shipyard. 

The TIEs moved to intercept, opening fire. But Hera was too good for them, pivoting the flat of her X-wing’s belly straight into the line of fire. This would have worked better in the Ghost. Thank the Force that the Ghost was safe. 

She’d taken damage. That’s right--that was real. And then… In a flash she remembered everything about her present circumstances, and the mortification brought her around at last. Oh stars, she was being taken in for questioning. And she still had Kanan’s hickeys on her neck.

She would laugh if it didn’t hurt so much. 

She could assess the damages now--her arm, her side (probably only ribs), and more disturbingly, something wrong with her head. And she’d failed. Lothal would mass produce the TIE Defenders, and she didn’t have a single fighter to stop them with. 

At least she could protect the Rebellion from herself. She had to shut down these memories, scrub all signs of them out of her mind even if she couldn’t do much about her body at this point. She couldn’t give them any context to use against her. 

What had Kanan called her back on Yavin? “Hera Syndulla, Freedom Fighter.” Yes. She’d be that. 

Yavin. Better shut up, Hera. 

The feel of the ship changed again, slowing as they neared their destination. She assessed her capabilities. Rough, but completely awake at last. And still Hera Syndulla, she reminded herself. That felt better. She could still plan. She wasn’t out of options, yet. Think of this as...an attack run, she decided. The battle isn’t over.  

Where had they taken her? The governor’s complex? A detention facility? Oh please oh please let it be the shipyards. 

Kanan was coming, for better or worse--she knew it as surely as she knew her own mind. And Pryce was escorting her into the Imperial facilities on Lothal through the front gate. She knew who she would meet when she got there. 

Remember me, Thrawn? She wouldn’t tip her hand by saying it aloud, but he couldn’t stop her from thinking it. Go ahead, invite me in. I know how to blow things up from the ground, too.