Okay guys, so uhh guess whose back? Me. Lol you all probably knew that. So I've decided to start fresh. Tell me what stories you want me to salvage, everything else is dropped into the dumpster. I've decided to do one big story, and it'll be a good one! Okay here we go with our first chapter! Also, the amazing and one of my favorite writers, SuperHeroTiger will be helping me out here with some editing! Not the first chapter cause I was dying to get this out, but pretty soon!

When it came to supply runs on the ghost ship, Kanan and Hera's first go to would be Zeb and chopper. Why? Because they would argue so much, they'd never have time to start trouble. If that couldn't happen, next was Ezra, then Sabine, then Kanan, and if worst came to worst, Hera. She almost always had something extremely important to do, whether it be changing oil or solving a teenager's problem, hence why she was chosen last. So, you could see why Ezra Bridger would be a bit shocked, not unpleasantly, but still shocked that the whole crew would be joining on this supply run. Obviously the supplies had to be high profile, or else this extra security would not be needed.

"Ezra, you with me?" Kanan said, moving his hand in front of Ezra's face jokingly. Guess he'd spaced out longer than he'd hoped for. He had been doing that a lot lately, and he didn't know he was doing it until it happened. Kanan's face went from joking to concerned, due to the lack of laughter that usually escaped Ezra. He could see why, the kid had just found out about his parents death only days ago. No wonder he was out of it.

"Ezra, I know things are har-"

"I'm fine." He said, quickly standing up.

"Ezra.." Kanan chased after him, which was what he did most of the time this past week.

"I have to prep for the run." Ezra snapped back with.

"It's just supplies, we can talk if you want." Kanan said, draping his hand on top of Ezra's shoulder.

"Just supplies, I really don't believe that. But how would I know it's not like you and Hera tell me anything."

"What's with this attitude all of a sudden? You were fine before. Is about us not telling oh Thseebo's answer. Or the run? Look kid if your worried about having to leave the ghost because of our last mission, don't be. This is an easy run, in and out.

"Than why do we need everyone? I mean you and Hera haven't even told us about what's in those crates. If it's so important maybe you should get it yourself."

"You don't mean that. You're still upset."

"You know, maybe Sabine's right, maybe we should start knowing about some stuff." Ezra said ripping his shoulder out of Kanan's grasp. Kanan watched as his padawan disapeered behind the medal door, and the metallic swish followed.

He heard the kicks of fury that came next, Ezra finally releasing the tension that had been building inside of him. Behind the close door, Kanan could feel the anger radiating from him and Zeb. He was sure Zeb would feel sorry about this later on, but for now, his feelings gave Kanan the sense he was ready to rip the kids head off. Screaming echoed the hallways, and to make matters worse, Sabine and Hera appeared behind him from the cockpit.

"Again? The whole ship is gonna have cracks in it before we even take off." Sabine said.

"Just let him run through it, he'll be alright." Kanan said leaving the two woman in the hallway.

Kanan headed to his room, the sight of it comforting. After all these years, this was the one true place he could think. Kanan sat there trying to conjure up any ideas to calm his padawan's frequent tantrums. But like he usually does when he can't think of anything, he looks at the star maps. There wasn't much on the map to see, well at least for everyone else to see. When unlocked by the Kanan, the map could provide a spot for every Jedi holocton left, which could lead to possible Jedi. There were too may dots to follow before and even if he tried now, it would most likely lead to a whittled corpse with a hole through the person who ones possessed the body.

Unlike Ezra, he had no chance of finding out what had happened to his lost friends and masters. This and the holocton from Obi-Wan was just about the only thing he had left from them. It's not like a lightsaber could tell you which direction your fellow classmate ran in. Or what direction they died in. But that didn't matter now, nothing nothing from back then did anymore. Besides, after the clone wars, the dots started disappeering one by one. Unlike previously where Kanan could find one real quick and search it's source. Everytime he sees less and less dots, he feels an emptiness inside of him. But looking at these maps helped him think, it reminded him of what was and what could be.

Well, the only way they could be that was was if they won. Which at this point, with the team broke down at its point, didn't look so good. That's why they were doing this run together, to maybe fix the problem that was troubling their comrade.

No, not fix, that would come with time. Just maybe form a scab big enough to hold the kid together a bit longer.

When that scab formed, he would show Ezra this, and Ezra would learn about the dots. About what they mean, what they represent. Or more importantly who they represent. He will tell him about the past, and how life used to be. He'll teach Ezra everything his own master taught him.

Beep...beep

The sudden array of beeps arising from the map pulled Kanan out of his thoughts. His eyes scanned the map, searching for the spot. He quickly caught a red dot hanging right over Lothal. That...that has to be impossible. He hasn't seen a new dot since..since the old days. Maybe someone accidently opened one? No, you have to be focused to open one, you have to want to. Dead people can't want to open a holocron, that didn't happen. When Kanan found these people the crons we're always open, relaying the same message over and over. One was never freshly opened.

For one to be open, someone had to have done it. Someone would have to want to do it. There's someone out there. There's someone out there...