Two months passed since rebels went with Reddie to Arkinnea and he hadn't called them. Sabine's hope that he would come back was decreasing. It wasn't like she would like him or something, but she was still curious who he was. She had few sketches of him in her notebook. Once she even did a research and made a list of possible races that he could belong to. Sadly there was not much information she could use to narrow it down.

The Ghost landed on Lothal. The crew needed money again and decided to ask Vizago for a job. They approached the small camp and aimed straight to Vizago's tent. He was sitting in front of it, legs casually on the table.

"Hey! How's my favourite crew?" He yelled at them from distance. Kanan just smiled politely. "If you're looking for a job I think I might have something for you." Vizago smiled wickedly. Hera sighed. He would give them a dangerous task and pay them so little they would have to accept another of his offers.

Hera's comlink beeped. It startled her a bit. She wasn't expecting a call from Fulcrum and there were not many more people who had a contact on her. Kanan looked questioningly at her. Hera shrugged and accepted the call.

"Hi, Reddie here. Do you remember me?" a voice asked. Sabine smiled broadly.

"Yes, of course." Hera confirmed.

"Ok, here's the thing: I'm on Garel and I need to get out. Quickly. Can you come for me? And I mean right now."

Hera furrowed. "Something happened?" She asked.

"Yeaaah, kind of..." He prolonged and trailed off. "The Empire. And few other people. I'd pay you double; it could be a bit dangerous. But they don't know where I am at the moment. Can I send you the coordinates?" Reddie asked.

Hera looked at Kanan silently asking for his opinion. Kanan glanced at Vizago, then back to Hera and nodded.

"Yes. We're coming." Hera ended the call and received the exact coordinates.

"It seems we've got something better to do." Sabine laughed at Vizago, whose mood visibly changed to the worse. Kanan smiled apologetically, but turned around and was glad he didn't have to risk his life for the smuggler.

Reddie was lucky they were on Lothal at the moment. Garel was a planet which was located near Lothal. The crew had to enter the hyperspace and in few minutes they arrived. The place seemed abandoned. They opened the platform and got out of the ship.

Two Imperials soldiers appeared near. Kanan and the rest of the crew tried to be as inconspicuous as possible, but the soldiers noticed them and walked to them. They didn't seem hostile, but Sabine hid a blaster behind her back and Zeb casually leaned on his bo-rifle.

"Good morning, have you this man?" The trooper showed him the datapad. In the picture, there was a familiar hooded figure.

"Well," Kanan thought, "I am sorry, but it could be anyone with that hood. Don't you have a better picture?" Kanan pretended to cooperate.

"No, we don't. It wouldn't help anyway," one of them shrugged sadly, "I don't think anyone has ever seen his face."

Hera looked at the datapad briefly. "No, we haven't seen him."

"Well, be careful, he is very dangerous. If you meet him, contact us immediately." The soldier ordered.

"Yes, of course." Kanan nodded. Then both soldiers left. Kanan turned around as he heard a whistle. Reddie was leaning on a container. He carried something in his left hand and had the whole arm pressed tightly against his body. He casted a quick glance at the surroundings and then walked slowly to the ship.

"I am glad you made it. Let's leave immediately." He said silently.

Sabine noticed he was acting weirdly. Well, weirder than usually. Was that small package so important that he held it so firmly? They got on board and Hera immediately took off having Kanan as a co-pilot.

Reddie sat heavily down to the table.

"Is everything alright?" Sabine asked. She noticed how he had always moved elegantly and now he seemed to be exhausted or something.

"Not really." Reddie said and then hissed in pain as he put the package on the table. Then he put his hand back to his side. "But I can deal with it." He added.

"Are you injured?" She asked.

"I was shot." Reddie admitted.

He reached for the package and opened it. It was a med-kit. He took out a bacta patch. Sabine sat to him:

"Let me help you with that." She took the patch and opened the wrap. Reddie reached for it, but Sabine pulled it away.

"I will do it." She said. Reddie hesitated.

"Fine." He sighed. He moved his hand and exposed the wound. Sabine took a piece of cloth from the med-kit and dried the blood around the wound.

"Does it hurt much?" She asked.

"It's not that bad." Reddie said. "I've been through worse."

Sabine felt a small victory when she uncovered more skin to she could attach the bacta. His skin colour was black. She tried to recall where she hid the list about possible races and imagined how many she can cross out. Then she finally attached the bacta patch to Reddie's side and got up.

"You should rest now. It should heal in few days."

"Thank you." Reddie said.

"Do you have a place to go?" Sabine asked.

"A place for resting and healing? Where are we going, anyway?" Reddie asked curiously.

"I think we're going back to Lothal." Sabine answered. "I'll ask." And she left.

"Hera?" Sabine walked to the cockpit. "Are we going back on Lothal?"

Hera turned. "Yes, we might actually stay there for few days to refuel and come up with some plan. There are some containers with weapons that the Empire is transporting and we would like to steal them."

Sabine nodded. "Cool. We haven't messed with the bucketheads for a while."

"Did Reddie tell you why he was being chased?" Kanan asked.

"No, but I will ask him." Sabine replied. "He was shot, actually. Do you think he could stay on board to heal for few days?" Sabine pleaded.

"It's not a good idea. Taking him somewhere is fine, but allowing him to stay? We know nothing about him but I am pretty sure he's a criminal." Kanan stated.

"Well, we are kind of criminals too." Hera smiled.

"He needs to rest. He's injured." Sabine folded the arms.

"He can stay during a day but I don't want him on the ship while we're sleeping." Kanan decided and didn't leave any room for arguing.

"Fine." Sabine left and went back to Reddie. She found him and Zeb playing Dejarik again.

"You should be resting." Sabine repeated.

"I'm alright." Reddie said even though he had his hand placed on the wound and didn't move much. Sabine sighted.

"When you finish the game you should go to the cabin and get some sleep."

"Yes, ma'am." Reddie saluted and Zeb laughed.

"You can stay for few hours so you could rest." Sabine explained. Reddie nodded. The game lasted for another ten minutes. Once during the game Reddie was even winning, but in the end Zeb mercilessly destroyed Reddie's figures and won.

Sabine accompanied Reddie to the cabin.

"How did you even manage to get shot?" she asked.

"Well, I had a small disagreement during a job."

"Your target fought back?" Sabine asked.

"No. I was undercover. But I found out more than my client wished for, so he decided it would be safer to kill me." Reddie explained.

"That's terrible." Sabine remarked.

"Yes, it is. But that's the risk of the profession. I should have taken it into account." Reddie said.

"You are saying it as it was your fault."

"Well, it partially was. I should have been more careful." Reddie explained.

"What was that information you found out?" Sabine asked curiously.

"Something that would probably destroy the whole royal family of Garel." Reddie chuckled. "But I don't really care about it." He shrugged.

"What was it?" Sabine tried again.

"Well, apparently the heir to the throne has two children with a lower class woman which is unacceptable there. Besides, the king had arranged a marriage for his son already." Reddie told Sabine.

"That could ruin someone's day." Sabine noted. Reddie sat on the bed and put down the backpack.

"Good night." Sabine smiled and left.

Reddie lied on the bed thinking how he deserved the girl's attention, but he fell asleep very soon.

Six hours later Kanan walked to Reddie's cabin. He was surprised, that the injured man was asleep. He was expecting him sitting at the table, but apparently Sabine was right about his condition. Reddie must have been exhausted. He could have been escaping from those soldiers for a long time as far as Kanan knew.

"Reddie?" Kanan whispered. The man woke up with a deep breath and immediately sat.

"Yes?" He asked.

"It's time for you to go." Kanan said already feeling a bit guilty as he saw how tired their guest was.

"Sure." Reddie nodded and sat on the edge of the bed slowly, testing the injury.

Then he rubbed his eyes and stretched his arms. Before he stood up he put on his backpack. Kanan walked out being followed by Reddie.

"How long were you escaping?" Kanan asked, interested why he was so exhausted.

"Almost two days." Reddie replied.

"And you left your injury untreated the whole time?" Kanan turned to him.

"There was no time." Reddie shrugged.

"That's really long." Kanan noted.

Hera and Sabine waited outside of the ship.

"Why do you like this planet so much?" Reddie asked.

"It's complicated." Hera answered in a same way Reddie did once.

"Of course." He nodded. "Anyway, thank you. You were very helpful." Reddie handed Hera credits. It was much more than previously.

"Farewell." He nodded in greeting and walked away.

Notes: I am not sure how I want this story to continue. I have few ideas, but I can't make up my mind. So please be patient for updates. I almost finished the eight chapter, so that will come out soon, but I am struggling with the outcome of the ninth chapter, so that could take some time.