Kanan sat in the warm sunlight next to Chopper. He reached out with the force, trying to see every detail of the droid. No real image came to him, but he could feel each bolt, screw, and metal plate. An image came to his mind; a memory of the droid Hera had rescued. Kanan had heard tales of the blind Jedi masters when he was a youngling in the temple. They could see using the force. Kanan hoped it was true, but so far all he could do was feel a presence. He could feel when something was by him and this made walking around, despite his new disability, easy and simple. But all he wanted to do was see again. He wanted to truly see the sun and the stars again.
"Kanan," a gruff voice to his right said. "Hera needs you in ops."
"Be right there, Zeb," he replied, relaxing. The memory sank into the red of his vision and he sighed. He was getting better, but it was slow work. Kanan used Chopper to heave himself to his feet. "Thanks, Chop," he said, knocking his fist lightly on the droid. Chopper gave a few beeps and Kanan could feel him roll away. The droid had gotten more docile around Kanan, seeming to know he was in a lot of pain.
Kanan walked toward the camp, feeling the sunlight leave his back as he entered the main base. It was all familiar to him now and he found his way easily to the main ops station.
"We need supplies," Hera said when Kanan came close to the group. "There's a nearby system where we can get all we need."
"I've got the coordinates," Sabine said and Kanan heard a beep.
"What about Imperial presence?" Kanan asked. "How bad is it?"
"From what I can tell," Hera replied, "There's a very limited presence. There's the normal patrol of Stormtroopers, but there are no Imperial ships orbiting the planet."
"Piece of Cake," Ezra said from Kanan's immediate left. Kanan hadn't felt the kid move close to him and he jumped slightly to hear the voice so close.
"You can say that again," Zeb said.
"Ezra," Hera started. "You, Kanan, Sabine, and Zeb take the Ghost. Chopper has the list of supplies we need."
"Yes, Captain," he said jokingly. Kanan smiled. He pictured Ezra's grin, his deep blue eyes that radiated happiness. How he wished he could see them fully again. His memory was only a shadow of an image. Kanan heard the holoprojector power down and a hand grabbed his own.
"Come along, dear," Hera said sweetly. "Let's get you aboard your ship."
"Why thank you, Captain Syndulla," he said with a smile. Hera led him to the Ghost, knowing full well that he didn't need the assistance. Kanan enjoyed the sensation. He could sense a general picture of what someone looked like when he touched them. He could sense Hera smiling as she held his arm. When they reached the Ghost, Hera let go of his arm.
"Take care," she said. "Sabine, keep him out of trouble."
"I'll try," the girl replied as she passed by Kanan. Kanan smiled and boarded the Ghost. He periodically went on missions with the crew. Nothing dangerous, usually just supply runs. They went to a different planet each time so they wouldn't attract much attention to themselves and lead the empire to Atollon.
Kanan made his way to the front of the ship without help, feeling the walls and their texture as he went. They were coarse with a few smooth places here and there. They must be Sabine's paintings, he thought. He found the cockpit and opened the door, feeling the others already inside.
"You're getting pretty good at seeing with the force," Ezra said as Kanan sat down.
"It's more like feeling where things are and avoiding them," Kanan said. "I still can't see like the blind masters of old."
"So that's what you were doing with Chopper," he said. "You were trying to see him."
"All I could do was feel his presence."
Kanan heard the familiar hum of the engines as they began to lift off the ground. He sat back and listened as the others discussed the list of supplies, where they would get them, and how long they would take. He focused on trying to see Ezra. He put his hand up and reached out with the force. No images showed in his mind, but he could feel Ezra's smile. Kanan smiled and relaxed, letting go with the force and sinking lower into his chair.
There was something odd, however. He focused on feeling Ezra again. There was a dark aura around his padawan. How had he not sensed this before? Kanan let go with the force and sighed. He would talk to Ezra after the mission.
The Ghost dropped out of hyperspace with the resonant thrum that was all too familiar. The ship landed on the planet as Kanan made his way to the cargo bay.
"All right, Kanan," Ezra said from behind him as the others entered the cargo bay. "You and Sabine go with Chopper, Zeb and I will go find some Meilooruns."
"Meilooruns?" Kanan asked. "You better not steal another tie fighter while you're at it."
"That's the idea," Zeb said with a chuckle. Zeb and Ezra walked away and Sabine grabbed Kanan's hand, placing it on her shoulder.
"You ready, Kanan?" She asked.
"Let's go."
As soon as he stepped off of the ghost, Kanan felt a rush of cold come over him. He stopped. It was familiar.
"Kanan, what is it?" Sabine asked.
"I sense something. Something dangerous."
"Can you tell what it is?"
"No," Kanan said. But the feeling wouldn't go away. "I have a bad feeling about this."