Chapter One; Year 001.
The kid was difficult, to say the least. The middle aged jedi exhaled a breath he hadn't realised he had been holding as he leaned his back against the metal of his door. The light metal was strong enough for walls and a door, and even allowed him to meditate in peace. The down side was that it failed to blockout much of the bickering from the room beside him. Ezra and Zeb's.
Ugh. They were arguing…again. Probably about chopper.
Kanan was still for a few moments, his senses tingled as he listened into the conversation. He could mainly hear Zeb, heck-the whole galaxy could probably hear the roaring Lasat. Yep, the growling and uproar from both gave his theory to be the truth. He felt a smile creep across his jaw as he heard a struggle as well as mumbling, followed by the sound of stomping footsteps race past his door. The threats were soon silenced by the swishing of the main board door. Wait, until Hera gets them…Kanan chuckled, the Twi'lek was more ferocious then a wookie and honesty, she would be a great mom. It was proof in Ezra. Hell, they all noticed the way Hera babied him. She loved the kid the moment he stepped on board the Ghost, but even after a year together, she still wouldn't let him even touch the stirring wheel. Neither would he after Ezra almost sent them plummeting into an asteroid field.
"Kanan!" He heard Hera call. So she had found them.
"Yea?…"
"Get in here. Now."
He could feel a cold sweat run down his back at her tone. It was not a happy one. What had he done?!
"C-coming…", He said.
There was a clash that caused Kanan to jump.
"CHOPPER!" All three voices cried.
"One year. One year." He reminded himself.
Though the kid wasn't master level yet, he was improving greatly. He had gotten his lightsaber halfway through the year, and had finished mind control, levitation and reflection.
Gone was the untrusting thief….
Replaced with a soon-to-be-Jedi.