Rebel Life

Visions

"Night Hera" Kanan said as he headed to his cabin to sleep.

"Night love" Hera replied.

Kanan laid down in his bunk. In no time he was asleep.

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An old comm tower covered in overgrown vines. A kid was inside it. The streets of a planet with lots of golden green grass. The kid showed up again.

"Who is this kid?" Kanan thought.

The kid kept showing up in different places. He always seemed to cause trouble in most places he showed up. The kid would jump the railing of the Ghost in the loading bay landing in front of Kanan. He would show up on a rooftop over head.

Then there was the parts Kanan wasn't sure about. The times the kid actually helped him.

"There you are dad." The kid said to him as he tried to escape a stormtrooper. "I'm sorry sir my dad just really loves Empire Day."

Kanan was confused with this statement. There was no way that was true. Could the kid be covering for him? He wasn't sure. There were other times like that.

Finally Kanan saw sapphire eyes and dark Raven hair that almost looked blue. The kid had a grin that said he was up to something.

"I don't even want to know." Kanan said.

Then everything went red for a split second then black.

"Kanan your eyes" the kid said in a worried tone.

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Kanan woke up on the floor of his cabin.

"Not again! Force why won't you leave me alone." This was the third time he had this vision.

As the years went by he would have the vision more frequently. It had started when he first joined Hera. After five years it became every night. Then they went to Lothal and he didn't have to be asleep to have the vision. He literally couldn't close his eyes without having it. Once he even had it while fighting off a TIE. Kanan wasn't sure if it was part of the vision or if he was actually seeing the kid running to the TIE once he shot it down.

"Ok, that's new. I must be going insane." Kanan said to himself.

"Nice shot love." Hera said over the comm.

"Was there a kid in that field?"

"Not that I saw. Why?" She asked.

"I thought I saw someone. Maybe it was nothing." He replied.

"I didn't see anything." Sabine replied.

"Maybe your just seeing things boss." Zeb added.

"A vision?" Hera asked.

"Maybe, I've been having them a lot lately." He answered.

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On the streets of Lothal Ezra was picking the pockets of some rich travelers to earn a little extra money.

"Philipe, I'm back and I've got a shipment for you." He called as he entered the pawn shop.

"Oh Ezra, what goods have you brought me this time." The store owner said.

Ezra dumped the contents of his backpack on the counter.

"This" he replied as jewelry and expensive technology landed.

Philipe picked up some of it and started examining it.

"I taught you well." He replied examining a ring with a large gem stone.

"So how much?"

"I'll give you one percent of the total worth."

"Our deal is half."

"And what would someone like you do if you where caught with this much money?" Philipe asked slipping Ezra a piece of paper with a large number written on it.

"One percent is fine. I'd be arrested immediately for stealing if I had half that on me." Ezra replied.

"Smart kid. You've got talent for sure. Only stealing the best and only enough to not get caught. Then playing it safe by only keeping what you need." The shop keeper said.

"Well you have any food?"

"Of course my dear Ezra. In the back room. Hopefully one day this will be unnecessary and you'll be living the good life you deserve." Philipe said opening the container for the boy to come back.

"Thanks as always." Ezra replied before heading to the back room and eating whatever he could find.

"No problem kid. A good kid like you shouldn't have to live like this." He said. "I'd give my life if it meant getting you off the streets."

Five years later Philipe was dead. Ezra had watched him die. On his way home he saw a gem shaped ship shoot down a TIE. He got his TIE pilot helmet from that TIE. He knew he'd see that ship again.

Once back at his tower he removed the comm from the helmet.

"I'll sell this tomorrow." He said.

He went to a pawnshop near Philipe's.

"I thought you only worked for Philipe?" The shopkeeper asked when Ezra gave her the comm.

"Normally, but the shop is closed."

"It should be open. Maybe Philipe is just out pickpocketing again. It should open soon."

"He was shot yesterday. I watched it happen." Ezra said sadly.

"I'm sorry to hear that. You were always his favorite street rat. He always said you showed potential." The woman replied.

Ezra left the shop and headed over to Philipe's. He broke in from the back. He climbed into the vents where he found a folded paper with his name on it.

Ezra,

this is your share of everything you ever sold here. I hope someone finds you soon being I'm no longer around to look after you.

Your friend

Ezra pocketed the money and the letter.

"I hope you're right old friend. Maybe that ship I saw yesterday can take me somewhere better than this." Ezra said as he lift the shop for the last time.

He had no idea how right he was. The Ghost would indeed take him to a better place because that was where he was supposed to be. He just had to get to it first.