Chapter 1: Figuring it Out
"Ghosts?" Kanan questioned in shock.
"I know it's crazy, but do you have any other ideas as to why half the people we meet seem to look right through us?" Ezra offered a theory.
Kanan thought about it, but couldn't think of a counter. "That doesn't mean…"
"That's, that's what my dreams have been about. Us, dying." Ezra whispered.
"You said you couldn't remember your dreams." Kanan pointed out.
"I know, but, I have this feeling, like, the Force is telling me that I'm right." Ezra said.
Kanan sighed.
"Didn't you once tell me that the Jedi teach that life doesn't end with death, it just sort of turns into the Force?" Ezra asked.
"What are you guys talking about?" Sabine asked, joining the conversation.
"Ezra thinks something is off, and is guess that we are dead." Kanan said.
When Sabine didn't question it, Kanan questioned why.
"Why aren't you questioning or confused?" Kanan asked.
"It's a common tale on Mandalore that if someone dies before their time, or before they finish what they are destined for, that their essences sort of gets trapped on the living side." Sabine explained. "Sort of in limbo, until they finish their destiny."
"See, I'm not the only crazy one!" Ezra said.
Kanan did his signature face palm.
"What's the matter mate?" Zeb asked.
"These two," Kanan said, pointing to the youngest of the crew, "Have a theory, that we are ghosts and have already died."
"Hm," Zeb said.
Kanan saw the thoughtful look on Zeb's face. "Not you too."
"Lasats believe that if a body isn't given the proper burial rights, the spirit of the dead can not pass on into the next life." Zeb said.
"Ha," Ezra said. "Three against one."
"Okay, mister smarty pants." Kanan said. "If we are all dead, then how did we die and why don't we remember dying?"
"Well, maybe like when we died, it's like passing out, and you either wake up from it like a dream, on the other side, or as a ghost, and you can't remember it because it's almost like a dream?" Ezra offered.
"That makes less sense than a bantha breeding with a rancor." Kanan said.
"What does?" Hera asked.
Kanan sighed and repeated himself once again, "Thanks to Ezra, these three have a theory that we could already be dead." Kanan could saw the look on Hera's face, he sighed, "and now you believe them too and you are going to tell me why."
"Twi'leks have a theory, that most of the time, when someone dies, they pass on to the afterlife, but, sometimes they can turn into ghosts, if their life ended unexpectedly." Hera said.
Kanan sighed, "Four against one." He rubbed his hand down his face, "Let's say that you are all right, we really are dead and for one reason of another we didn't pass on to the afterlife and are trapped on the side of the living, which brings up the question. Why? Why are we dead, and why are we trapped on this side so to speak?"
"We'll figure it out love." Hera said, hugging Kanan. "Well let's load the Ghost back up, and get out of here."
Ezra gave a sly smile.
"What now?" Kanan asked.
"Oh, just wondering if you think it's a coincidence that the ships are named the Ghost and the Phantom and are code names are Specters?" Ezra asked.
Kanan gave his Padawan a slight glare, before pushing him with just enough force to cause him to stumble back a few steps.
"Just load the ship, we'll all discuss this later." Kanan said.