This story takes place between the book and the Rebels TV series when Kanan and Hera are rounding up the crew of the Ghost and getting to know each other. For the purpose of the story all aliens will speak Galactic Basic. I plan for this to be 10 chapters plus this prologue but that could change.

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-Prologue

Kanan took a sip of his drink as he silently observed the other patrons in the cantina. It was a rough crowd tonight. Thieves, smugglers, bounty hunters and the rest of galaxy's less savory inhabitants seemed to always migrate to places like these. A few short months ago, this was the sort of crowd that Kanan felt most at home with. That was before he managed to get mixed-up with a certain Twi'lek who, for the time being, held his attention and interrupted his normal routine of aimlessly drifting from planet to planet.

She sure was something though. Ever since Kanan heard her voice on Gorse he was drawn to her like a moth to a flame. His old masters would probably describe it as the Force guiding him to a worthy cause. However, Kanan's more practical side, which he trusted much more than the force, knew that her lithe figure, pale green skin and mesmerizing blue eyes definitely influenced his decision to follow her on that fateful day.

Kanan was jolted out of his thoughts when a large Trandoshan brought his scaly fist down on the table.

"Boss see you now. Follow." He said in a barely intelligible reptile voice.

"Took him long enough." Kanan muttered as he followed the massive creature to small room toward the back of the cantina. Inside, Rebba the Hutt, flanked by his bodyguards, did little to hide his displeasure at seeing Kanan enter.

"I was hoping to see your beautiful friend again Mr. Jarrus. Why are you here instead of her?" The Hutt said in his booming deep voice.

"She sends her regards, but couldn't make it."

"A shame, what I wouldn't give to add her to my.."

"You don't want to finish that sentence Rebba." Kanan interrupted.

"Yes, yes, enough talk about pleasure, let move on to business shall we?" the Hutt said while Kanan nodded in agreement.

"The substance you asked me to research is being produced on a planet named Quesh. The Empire is buying the explosive from a Mandalorian clan who so far is the only manufacturer of the explosive. The formula is very complex and so far the Imperials have not yet found a way to reverse engineer it. Seems like something we both should be interested in, am I right? You want to stop the Empire from getting a new weapon and want to protect my credits invested in the current suppliers of explosives to the Empire."

"The fact that Mandalorians are involved complicates things." Kanan replied with a scowl on his face.

"Yes, not a trustworthy group. They make no sense to me. Worry more about their traditions and honor than credits!" Rebba snickered.

Which brings up questions as to why they are dealing with the Empire, Kanan thought. However his current company didn't give him much room to talk.

"We'll shut them down and destroy the formula. Seventy-five thousand credits with twenty-five upfront to cover expenses." Kanan offered.

"Fifty thousand and ten upfront, plus another fifty if you get me that formula."

"Deal."

Once Kanan received the credits he stepped out of the cantina and into the Nar Shadda night. It didn't feel good to be working with the Hutts, but as long as you kept credits coming their way, you wouldn't find a better source of information in the galaxy.

On his way back to the hangar he felt a tap on his shoulder and heard a familiar voice in his ear.

"How did it go?" Hera asked straightforwardly.

"Better than I expected actually. We have a job and even got some credits upfront." Kanan replied.

"Good! We're gonna need them to resupply the Ghost. Our food stores are looking pretty pathetic."

"Yeah, that's what happens when you shuttle refugees around for free, Hera."

"You saw what happened to their homes Kanan! With just a little bit of that explosive those Stormtroopers managed to bring that whole apartment complex down just to shut down one illegal Holo dealer." Hera argued.

"Okay, Okay. I know they needed our help, but I'm just saying; we can't bring down the Empire if we starve to death in deep space." Kanan added with a hint of annoyance, as he handed over the credits.

Hera immediately reacted,

"This is all you got? I should have been the one to meet with him."

Kanan stopped walking and addressed Hera directly.

"Did you see the way he looked at you last time? With all the extra muscle he had there today he may have meant to nab you up right there. And as much as I'd like to see you in a slave outfit, I kinda need you to fly the ship captain."

Hera started walking again and called back,

"I appreciate the concern but I know how to deal with scum like Rebba. Next time we go together."

"No thanks. We'd be late to the meeting since you would feel the need to feed every orphan we pass on the street." Kanan said as he jogged to catch back up with her.

"That was just one time! And who could have resisted such a cute little Wookie…" Hera shot back as the pair continued on their walk.

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"Chop! Are we ready to take off!" Kanan called out as the pair walked up the ramp and into the Ghost.

A flurry of beeps and boops called out in answer.

"Okay! Okay! A YES would have done fine!" Kanan barked as he made his way the co-pilot's seat.

Kanan watched as Hera flipped some switches and took the controls, bringing the Ghost out of the hangar. He had to admit, she always looked attractive to him, but something about how she looked while flying really turned it up to eleven.

Hera felt his eyes bearing down on her.

"You gonna watch me fly or start programing our destination?" she asked, snapping him out of his stupor.

After the computer made the jump calculations, Hera glanced at the screen to see the final destination.

"Quesh! That's an odd place to find bomb makers." Hera exclaimed as the ship left Nar Shadda's atmosphere.

"Not just any bomb makers, Mandalorian bomb makers." Kanan added

"Mandalorians huh? You really should have got more credits for this job." Hera lectured as the stars turned into streaks of white light outside the cockpit.

-End of Prologue

Thanks for reading R+R please. The real chapters will be much longer!