"So who exactly are we meeting again?" Kanan asked Hera, trying to focus. Kanan looked over her shoulder out the front window of the Phantom, admiring the endless grassy fields of Lothal. "A smuggler. Some Devaronian by the name of Cikatro Vizago." "Hm. Interesting." Kanan replied, only half listening. He traced the intricate markings on the leather chair with his thumb.

    He felt.... A familiar presence. A presence that was long gone, one from his past, his Jedi past. He couldn't place it. It was like someone he knew was there, on Lothal. That was impossible of course, no one else he knew of had survived Order 66. Except for the Clones, obviously. Kanan scowled, disgusted, remembering how they had betrayed him, and his Master. They had been his friends, former friends, and they had gunned her down in a second. Kanan felt a sharp pain in his chest.

    Sensing eyes on him, he lifted his gaze to meet hers. Her green eyes concerned, she tilted her head at him. Kanan met her eyes, managing a small smile, already lost in thier emerald depts. Seeing him abruptly change his expression to a forced smile, she frowned, though her eyes betrayed her worry as she looked away. Kanan felt a pang in his chest, one he had come to regognise, it ment he had dissapionted her. That happened way to often nowadays.

    "We're here." Hera pointed out the obvious, jolting him out of his trance. Shaking his head to clear his foggy mind, Kanan observed the Phantom ease down onto a grassy null framed by mountains. Another ship was already waiting, it's goods unpacked and ready to load. Droids scurried around, their copper metallic sheen brightened by the sun.

    Kanan frowned, brow furrowing as he assessed the situation. "This is the perfect place for an ambush." He told her, tossing her a second gun. She caught it nimbly, sheathing it in her holster on her opposite hip from its twin. "I know, but he has the crates ready for pickup and the droids are unarmed. Between you and me, I think we could escape." Kanan started to nod reluctantly then paused, "With the Phantom?" Hera raised an eyebrow, not understanding. "Could be get out alive and escape with the Phantom?" Hera smiled, opening the Phantom's back door. "I think we could manage." Hera turned, ready to leave. Kanan stepped quickly to follow her, there way no way he was letting himself get left behind, not in this death pit. It reminded him of where his Master died. Focas!

    Slamming to a standstill as she turned, he barely stopped himself from careening into her. "There's something you should know." Kanan looked at her, realizing it must be serious. Hera's green eyes were cast downward, and she shifted slightly, not meeting his eyes, all her usual lightheartedness gone . "Hey," he said softly, gently putting a hand on his shoulder. Hera looked up, though she didn't meet his eyes as she took a deep breath. "We're here to get information on some Imperial prisioners." As Hera looked up and met his eyes, he realized what she was saying. He yanked his hand away from her shoulder, inhaling sharply. "The're old friends of the Republic."

Author's Note

Ndhnfrzbm. I hate all my writing today. Seven more chapters to go! *sighs*