"This is Gorse?" Zeb asked incredulously, "I thought it would be more fitting for the Empire's prison. This looks like a planet for brawlers!"
"That's because it is." Kanan stepped out of the Ghost. "Come on. I'll show you our rendezvous point."
Zeb looked at Ezra, and Ezra shrugged. Kanan had been moody ever since they'd landed in an abandoned junkyard full of very old buses that look like they've never seen the light of day. He looked to the sky. Considering the climate of Gorse, that was probably true. What he didn't understand was why Kanan seemed…
Different.
He carried himself a different way, his steps changing stride every now and then. His lightsaber was nowhere to be seen, and his eyes looked at the landscape… Differently. That was the only word to describe him.
"Kanan, is there something wrong?" Sabine asked, voicing his concerns.
Kanan shook his head. "Nothing. Nothing is wrong." But the crew could tell that he was lying. When they finally came to a town, Kanan motioned for them to stop. "I need to check to see if something is still standing."
And he ran off. He ducked and weaved between alleyways, his lithe body a blur moving through the streets. It was like he'd lived here his whole life, and that wasn't too far from the truth.
Kanan arrived at an insignificant building, a cantina, as it seems. He took a big breath, and walked in.
People young and old stood in the old cantina. It seems that since its old owner died, there have been some changes. Everything seemed refurbished; the only thing that remained the same was the bar. It seems the new owner wanted to keep it, and the familiar stains and pockmarks on it made Kanan stop. The force hummed all around him, and then he detected a subtle blip, a calling that he knew. Behind the bar stood a Sullustan woman that could potentially expose his cover. She absentmindedly washed the dishes, but her face was contorted, burned beyond recognition. Kanan knew that she couldn't see out of her eyes, the eyes that she once prided herself on. He quickly ducked out of the cantina. The rendezvous was secure. He didn't know on sight alone; sight was far overrated; he knew because he trusted the woman behind the bar. He never forgets an op, or those who helped him during it.
He ran back to the Ghost. "Come on. The rendezvous is secure." He said to the half-asleep crew. They perked up and went to the cantina with him.
"Why here?" Zeb asked, barely fitting through the door, "Why this place?"
Kanan paid him no attention. "This is our rendezvous point. Come back here if all else fails and ask the woman behind the counter to help." He took a breath for confidence, "And tell her that you're with me."
"But why would she help us?" Sabine asked, her attention on the Sullustan.
"Because she never forgets."