"Take a moment to look at the stars. What do you see? A million bright lights in a void of darkness? Well, I see a million bright lights connected to make a picture. See those two stars there? They look close, but they're really a million parsecs apart."
"Why couldn't they be close if they wanted to?"
"Because the universe doesn't work that way."
Kanan and Hera don't realize they're falling in love. But when they do realize it, it's already too late. Caught up with Jedi training, space travel, and the Rebellion, there is no place for romance in between. Or is there?
Now on a daring mission, and separated from the crew, Kanan and Hera realize their feelings are beyond control. Will their choice make things better for everyone, or destroy them completely?
So, this is my new fanfic, and my first ever Kanera fanfic. It's about when Kanan and Hera are stranded on a planet with no way off. This also includes some stuff about the crew too. This is planned to be a 4 book series. Some warnings of off-screen torture and yucky romancey stuff. No sexual stuff until book 2 (it is off-screen too)
Anyway, enjoy!
Hera leaned forward, intrigued by the shiny glimmering polygon. "What is that?" She asked, the light from the holocron gleaming off her eyes.
Kanan glanced up, meeting her gaze. "One secret you're not allowed to share."
She never broke her gaze from the cube. "It's... incredible..."
Kanan nodded once. "It's a Jedi holocron."
She looked up at him , staring for a moment before laughing lightly. "Oh, right." She said. "Sometimes I forget you're a Jedi."
"Was a Jedi." Kanan corrected her. "I haven't been a Jedi in eight years."
Hera frowned, looking back down at the holocron. Kanan could sense it, even though he suppressed his Force-abilities, that she was feeling sorry for him. But he didn't want that. He didn't want anyone, certainly not Hera, to feel sorry for him. "I wanted to show you something." He said.
She looked back up at him. "What?"
He smiled, putting a finger to his lips. "Shhh. Just watch."
He closed his eyes and opened his hand. The holocron floated up into the air. He could see it, even though his eyes were closed. It unfolded and a hologram of a long-dead Jedi Master sprung to life above it. He heard a small gasp from Hera right before the Master began speaking.
"This is Master Obi-wan Kenobi." He hadn't heard that name in the longest time. The hologram continued. "I regret to report that both our Jedi Order and the Republic have fallen, with the dark shadow of the Empire rising to take their place. This message is a warning and a reminder for any surviving Jedi: trust in the Force."
Kanan had always trusted the force. He just didn't follow it's wills anymore. He believed it would keep him safe, but he never went out of his way to follow it.
"Do not return to the Temple. That time has passed, and our future is uncertain. Avoid Coruscant. Avoid detection. Be secret. But be strong. We will each be challenged: our trust, our faith, our friendships. But we must persevere, and in time I believe a new hope will emerge."
A new hope still had yet to come.
"May the Force be with you... Always..."
The hologram flickered and died, and the cabin was once again cast in shadows. He opened his eyes to see Hera staring at the holocron, then at him. He nodded once, answering an unasked question. "Remember Hera, you can't tell anyone." He said.
She nodded. "I wont. I promise."
He reached down, picking up the holocron. It had once again returned to a cube. "I've never shown this to anyone." He said. "And I don't intend to share with anyone else."
He looked at Hera. "That... Obi-wan was right about something." She said. He cocked his head slightly.
She put one gloved hand on his shoulder. "A new hope is coming."