Hey guys! Sorry for the long wait. I actually had this chapter ready, but there was a little glitch with Fanfiction where the reviews weren't showing. But it should be fixed now! :D Okay, so I hope you enjoy the chapter guys! I worked real hard on this one, so hopefully you like it! ;D
AND just a short warning, there will be lots of injuries, bleeding, pain etc. in this chapter.
Q/A's and Reactions:
Schyrsivochter- Then I hope this chapter lives up to the wait! ;D
DevilSPR- Wait until you read this chapter. :(
Azulablue92- Omg dude. This chapter has so many feelz. And I mean, SO MANY FEELS! :O
Jedi Jelsa777- Yes, the force works in mysterious ways… and so does Ezra, for that matter. XD
Paint the Fangirling UniWolf (that had too much sugar)- I'm sure you would smack a chair over him. XD
Jessica- I'm glad to hear that! :D
Midnight Luna- Yeesh. I'll warn you. Jet gets pretty beat up in this chapter. :(
Coral Iturbe- Sí. Tonto Kanan .
Spectre14- Kanan really shouldn't have been snooping around her stuff, and I have the feeling Jet won't let this slip easily. But ya know, that's just a hunch. XD
EmilyBridger- Hm… I haven't thought about that. How about I'll let you guys come up with a cool nickname for her? :D
Jessica- (Are you the same Jessica as before, or, a different one?) But I hope you had a happy new year too! :D
Kanan's POV
I had finally made it to the city, and with each stride Jet's agonising screams echoed louder and louder through my skull. I tried to focus in on her presence to locate her, and even if our connection was the weakest of all the crew, I could still sense her signature inside a large, pristine building a few blocks away. But, it was fading, the light that always shining from within her slowly being extinguished. Emotions conflicted inside me, and I wasted no time in bolting towards the structure, pushing past the crowds of people and other bystanders.
When I finally got to the building, I quickly assessed my options. I could sense her on the top floor, and the only way up was either scaling the side or going in the elevator. Tight spaces are definitely out of the question, so climbing it is.
I rounded the corner and slipped into a side alley, using a set of stairs from the next door structure to get high enough. Once I had reached the roof, I could see a balcony on the penthouse level that would lead directly to Jet. So, I took a run up and leapt across the gap to land on the platform. Silently making my way to the glass doors, I glanced in and observed the situation.
But my blood went cold and my gut churned when I saw Jet on her knees, sobbing uncontrollably as blood stained her arms and back. Her father loomed over her intimidatingly, an electric whip grasped in his hand tightly. "This is your last warning. Submit!" he roared, cracking the whip right above her head and making her flinch.
"Never!" she barked, though the fear and pain was still obvious in her eyes.
The man immediately growled, raising the whip and bringing it down with a sickening crack. Jet's excruciating scream broke through the air as the rope made contact with her back and electricity surged throughout her body, making her twitch and squirm. Blood began staining through her torn shirt, tears streaming down her earthy skin.
I could feel the anger boil within me as I raised my hands to the door and focused the force on the glass. Cracks began to form from under my palms, reaching all the way to the edges of the frame and shattering the glass. I stepped in over the shards and pieces as Jet and her father stared at me in shock. "Kanan?" Jet croaked, voice scratchy and hoarse.
"Who are you?!" her father snapped, flicking the whip through the air with a hiss.
Jet winced at the sound, curling in on herself and burying her face into her blood stained hands. I instinctively reached out for her, murmuring "Jet."
Her father scoffed. "Jet? What kind of a name is that?"
I growled, glaring at the male and whipping out my blaster. My aim was straight for his head, and his expression quickly hardened. Slowly, he extinguished the whip and raised his hands, stepping back towards the wall. "Now, no need to be drastic," he said with a smirk, reaching for something on the mantle.
Jet glanced up and gasped, screaming "Kanan! Watch out!"
But it was too late. The man had pulled a small, thin pipe from the bench and shot something in my direction, a sharp pain spiking up from my neck. I yelped in surprise, reaching up to my neck and pulling a small dart from my skin. I stared at it blankly for a long moment, until the world began to spin and all the energy drained from my muscles. "No," Jet wheezed.
Her father grinned, running over and knocking the gun from my hand. He proceed to throw me to the ground, punching me in the face and in the gut. I tried to fight back, but I was becoming weaker within each second, my vision blurry and coordination none. Finally, after a pummel of hits, he stepped back and activated the whip, glaring at me furiously. I pushed myself up, but his boot held me back onto the floor. I stared up at him in a daze, the whip a yellow blur through my eyes.
He raised the whip, poised to strike, but when it came back down, it never hit. Because Jet had stepped forward, caught his arm mid swing and pushed him back. "Don't touch him!" she roared, face twisted in anger.
The male growled, speaking with a tone like venom "Must I teach you another lesson, daughter?"
"Your daughter died with her mother," she snapped, clenching her fists. "Now all that's left is me."
His brows furrowed, and he twirled the whip in the air intimidatingly. Jet hesitated, before bolting forward with a fierce battle cry. She punched him and kicked at his legs while still twisting out of the way of the whip when necessary. Swiping at his face, he caught her wrist mid-swing and twisted it abnormally. Jet screamed, staggering onto her knees as she struggled to be released from her Father's tight grip. Blood began oozing from her already cut hands, tears leaking from her clenched eyes.
Finally, I mustered the strength and stood up, quickly pulling out my lightsaber and activating it. The blue beam sizzled through the air, but the male didn't look impressed. "You're still trying," he sighed, taking a step away from Jet. "Too bad she'll have to pay for your own insolence."
I glared at him coldly, but suddenly, he twisted around and swung the whip down at Jet, who had just tried to get up again. There was a sickly crack, a horrific scream. Nobody moved as Jet held her face in her hands, releasing small whimpers of pain.
"Jet!" I called, but she didn't respond. She just sat there on her knees, weeping into her bloody hands.
I stared at her with wide eyes, her father watching the girl with a firm expression. But he suddenly turned to me and lunged forward, catching me by surprised as the whip made contact with my leg. I screamed as electricity spiralled throughout my body, my lightsaber falling out of my grasp as I collapsed onto my hands and knees. He grinned, bending down and scooping the lightsaber up into his palm. "This will make a fine trophy," he smirked. He dropped the whip and instead held the now active lightsaber in both hands. "I wonder if the Empire would prefer you alive, or dead."
I glanced up at him, panting from the shock of the whip. He spun the blade around experimentally, before raising it above his head in a position to swing at me. "Sorry it had to end this way," he said, though there was no hint of sympathy in his voice.
Suddenly, another sound broke through the air as the yellow whip curled around his arm. He roared in agony, stumbling backwards as the sparks of electricity rushed through him. The rope retracted back to the holder as I glanced at them in surprise. Jet stood there, grasping onto the whip with red, stained hands. Her faced was smeared with blood, and on her right eye lay a deep, long cut from her forehead to her cheekbone. It was bleeding profusely, and her normally joyfully eyes were cold and fierce.
She stared at me for a long, tense moment, before shifting her attention to her father, who was trying to recover from the attack. Her eyes narrowed, and she bared her teeth. "You want a fight? Fine then," she snarled, cracking the whip above her head. "Let's fight."
Her father activated the lightsaber, sliding into a defensive position as Jet circled him with slow, deliberate strides. No move was too hasty, each fluid step there for a reason. The male was first to attack, lunging forward with the blade pointing out. Jet side stepped out of the way, grasping onto his sleeve and throwing him away. He stumbled backwards into a table while Jet jumped onto the edge of the lounge, a determined expression on her face. She spun the whip in the air before bringing it down with incredible force. Her father scurried out of the way, the rope making contact with a chair and leaving a scorched mark on the back.
He jumped forward, swiping with the blue blade ferociously at the girl. But Jet gracefully dodged his attacks, whipping him once in the leg and twice on the shoulder. The two continued their dangerous dance for a while longer, Jet flowing through her moves while her father, who was obviously becoming concerned, was unable to find an opening of attack. Until suddenly, a cruel grin pulled at his lips. "You have become strong, daughter. But you are still as foolish as your mother," he taunted.
Jet growled, leaping forward and kicking him in the stomach. "Don't talk about my mother that way!" she snapped.
He clutched onto his waist, catching his breath for a moment, before replying "It's true. She, like yourself, refused to Empire. And look what happened for her treachery. Soon, you will face the same-"
Jet roared, sprinting forward and throwing the whip at his legs. The rope twisted around his ankles, not only electrocuting him, but rendering him unable to move as Jet tackled him onto the ground. She began pummelling him with punches to the face and chest, even when he tried desperately to block it. The whip and lightsaber had been completely forgotten as the two brawled like animals on the floor, rolling around and trying to get the upper hand.
Her father caught her hand, which Jet quickly bit as a counter attack. He yelled out in pain, Jet scrambling away and picking up the closest weapon, which was the whip. She stood up just as he reached for the lightsaber, but she quickly brought the whip down on his hand. He screamed, grasping his hand tightly as Jet used the whip to grab the lightsaber. Now, she had both weapons. One lethal, one torturous.
The male quickly pushed himself up, but Jet whipped him right across the chest, causing him to stumble backwards and onto his knees. Blood began staining his shirt where a long cut lay, and he was panting heavily. Jet strode forward until she was right in front of him, holding the tip of the lightsaber to his neck. The two exchanged a look. Her father glanced up at her with distaste, though a layer of fear was glazing his jade eyes. Jet on the other hand stood strong, expression stern as she took deep, stabilising breaths. "It's over," she said.
He glanced from her, to the lightsaber, then back to her, challenging "Do it then."
Jet's glare softened, and the blade began to waver. The tension had released from her muscles as she stared at her Father with wide eyes.
He scoffed. "You're not even strong enough to kill me," he spat.
The fire ignited within Jet again as she swung the whip with a silencing crack, holding the edge of the lightsaber so close to his skin that it grazed his neck. The male clamped his mouth shut, and though he didn't obviously show it, the fear was radiating off him in waves. Jet glared at him, saying softly "There is a difference, between being too weak to kill, and being unwilling to kill. And unlike you, I would never stoop so low as to kill my own family out of sheer anger."
She bent down so they were eye level, staring at him intensely through her fiery brown eyes. He visibly flinched. "You are the one that has brought shame to the family name," she whispered coldly. "When you are actually worthy of my time, we will fight again. But until that day, you are nothing to me."
Green orbs narrowed in her direction, but Jet suddenly deactivated the lightsaber and pressed two fingers to his forehead. He froze up, expression going blank as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. His eyelids fluttered closed, and his limp body collapsed onto the ground, chest rising and falling evenly.
Jet rose slowly, glancing down at her hands for a long moment. I finally managed to push myself up, stabilising myself on the charred chair while my legs buckled. Jet stared at the whip that lay nestled in her palm blankly, before she closed her eyes and her fingers curled around the handle. She took a deep breath, seeming to centre herself.
After a moment, her eyes shot open and she turned to face me, anger and frustration obvious in her expression. She threw me my lightsaber, which was now stained red and sticky as I fumbled to catch it. "Sorry 'bout the mess," she muttered, though her tone showed no signs of being apologetic.
She began to walk off, when I called "Wait, Jet! Or… Jessica!"
She froze, glancing over her shoulder and snarling "Don't call me that."
My eyes widened. "Sorry, sorry. Just…" I hesitated, before instead asking "Are you okay?"
She scoffed, snatching a small box from a top the mantle and stuffing her pockets with the credits that were inside. "No Kanan. I'm just great," she snarked sarcastically. She headed over to the small coffee table, which had been cracked in half during the fight. She overstepped her unconscious father as if he was nothing, reaching out to take her cloak. But she retracted her hand quickly when it made contact with the cloth, hissing through clenched teeth. I walked over, attempting to take a look at her wounds when she pulled away defensively. "Don't!" she snapped, taking the cloak hastily despite her pain.
"I'm just trying to help," I replied, wincing when I saw the deep cuts lining her back.
"I think you've helped enough today," she retorted, swinging the garment over her shoulders.
I frowned. "I'm sorry, I didn't know that-"
"Exactly!" she barked, glaring at me furiously. "If you had actually taken the time to care, you'd have twigged on that I ran away for some reason or another! But I guess you don't!"
She twisted on her heel, making a B-line for the elevator. "I'll make it easier on you and just leave if I'm so much trouble!" she yelled.
"Jet, wait!" I called, stumbling after her. My head was still pounding, and when I made it to the doors, I froze up. The space was so small, and the roof looked so weak. They'll crumble and crush her for sure! I can't let her stay in here! It's too dangerous!
Jet just watched me with an unimpressed posture, arms folded heavily. "Look, I don't need your help. So just stay away from me," she growled, aggressively slamming the button.
The doors began to close, and despite my claustrophobia, I slipped into the elevator at the last second. I grasped tightly onto the support bars, clenching my eyes shut is the lift began to lower and my heart began to race. "I thought you were claustrophobic," Jet stated bluntly.
I grunted, trying not to focus on my stinging neck or constricting chest. Instead, I asked "What was in that dart he shot me with?"
"It was just a force-inhibitor," she explained. "You'll feel weird for a bit, but it'll wear off."
I touched the tender wound on my neck, surprised when my fingers came back smudged with blood. "Did he do that to you too?" I probed cautiously.
She nodded sharply, still not facing me though. "Mine was a higher dose, but I'm used to it now," she murmured drearily. "Made the whipping less painful at least," she muttered under her breath.
Silence ensued for an awkward moment, before I asked softly "Did he… do that to you often?"
She spun around, cloak twirling as she snapped "Look! I don't question you about your whole 'cave experience' a year ago, so lay off!"
The lift jolted, the doors opening with a pressurised hiss. Jet saw her opportunity and quickly bolted out of the elevator without another word. But this time, I didn't hesitate. I ran after her, through the reception area and out the double glass doors. I wasn't going to let her go. Not again.
The streets weren't too busy, but people watched as I ran after the girl quickly. "Jet!" I called as I stumbled through the roads. I felt like I was going to be sick, the foreign toxin flowing through my bloodstream with each heartbeat. Suddenly, I tripped on something and tumbled to the ground, a cloud of dust whipping up beside me. I groaned, holding my head as I glanced up with blurry vision. Jet stood at the far end of the street, just watching me from the distance. A flash of recognition rippled through the force.
Slowly, I pushed myself back up with increased effort, pacing towards the girl hastily. I was surprised when she didn't move as I approached, waiting patiently at the cross section. Finally, I was standing in front of her, both of us exchanging a glance. I sighed deeply. "Jet," I pleaded softly. "Please let me help you."
I couldn't see her face, and her emotions were clouded through the force. But, after a long, tense moment, she nodded her head and turned to continue walking. "I'm only going back for my stuff, got it?" she pointed out as I walked beside her.
"And let us treat your wounds," I added.
"Which I only have because of you," she grumbled.
I winced at the comment, but decided not to elaborate on it further. We continued our journey in silence, a thick tension settling between us. When we reached the outskirts of town, Jet began to stumble, her legs buckling slightly. "Are you-"
"I'm fine," she snapped, taking a moment to regain her balance.
But when she took a step forward she fell onto her knees. I bent down beside her, trying to lift her back up when she shrugged out of my grasp. "D-Don't," she stuttered, breathing heavily.
"Jet, you're losing too much blood," I pointed out. "Let me see your hands."
She grunted, shifting to sit down on the soft dirt. She refused to look at me, but begrudgingly raised her hands. Carefully, I inspected her injuries, shocked and horrified at the damage. Multiple cuts laced her palms, the flesh exposed and her skin painted crimson red. I quickly pulled a small packet from off my belt, ripping it open and pulling out a sterile cloth. I pressed it to her hand, and the girl almost screamed in agony, biting her tongue and releasing a muffled moan instead. "Sorry," I murmured, trying to wipe them as quickly as possible.
She grunted as I continued the process on the other hand, before reaching to pull back her hood. She realised a moment too late, and her face was already exposed by the time she swatted my hand away. I could feel my stomach churn at the sight. It wasn't as horrific as before, but the cut was still leaking a trail of fresh blood down her face. Jet bowed her head, her cheeks tinging red. Or maybe that was just the dried blood.
She hastily yanked her hood back up, pushing herself up onto her feet with a hiss of pain. "Jet," I called as she began walking again, her pace increased. I galloped to beside her, placing my hand on her shoulder to twist her around. But she yelped in pain and jumped away slightly, grunting when she touched her arm. "Can you just…!" she yelled, before trailing off. She sighed, continuing to walk again. "Can we just get to the Ghost?"
I opened my mouth to protest, but decided not to fight any further. I followed after her, our speed a little bit faster than before and the hot sun beating down on our backs. For the rest of the walk, neither of us said a word. I let the silence consume us, and I figured it would be much more comfortable than starting a conversation with the obviously temperamental teen. When we walked past the hill that Ezra had talked to me on, I glanced up at the rock. And there, to my surprise, sat a loth-cat perched on the stone. It watched us was electric blue eyes, before its ears drooped and it released a small whimper. It turned, leaping into the tall grass and disappearing.
My expression softened, and I bowed my head in shame.
Finally, we came to the clearing where the Ghost was parked. Jet and I walked up the ramp and entered the cargo hold, where Sabine and Zeb were moving different crates. "Ah, you're back," Sabine announced, with a smirk. "Hera! They're here!"
Not long after, the familiar Twi'lek slid down the ladder and faced us. "Hey guys. I'm going to need you to…" she trailed off, eyeing us suspiciously. "What's wrong?"
Jet was staring at the floor, her arms crossed and cloak covering her blood stained hands. I sighed, reaching over and pulling her hood down. Hera, Sabine and Zeb gasped simultaneously at the sight, completely mortified expressions on their faces. "WHAT HAPPENED?!" Hera exploded, running over and inspecting the girl quickly, tilting her head in different directions and touching the wound gently.
Jet winced, but unlike with me, she didn't protest her actions. I cleared my throat, saying "Jet. Your hands."
The girl glared at me coldly, before raising her arms into view. Hera gasped again, eyes wide with shock as she loosely treaded her fingers over the whip marks. "Someone going to explain what happened?!" Sabine snapped as she paced to beside Hera's side, scanning over Jet's condition with a keen eye.
Jet scoffed, muttering "Why don't you ask Kanan."
All attention shifted to me as the three watched me intently. "What happened mate?" Zeb asked in surprise.
"I…. uh," I stuttered, sweat forming on my brow.
Hera sighed, fussing "You can fill us in later. Right now, we need to get Jet to the med bay."
The woman urged Jet gently to the ladder, but when Jet's hands grasped onto the first rung she cursed under her breath and clutched her bleeding palm to her chest. Her hand print was stained on the metal, and Hera took Jet's hand in her own with a sympathetic look. "It's okay. We can fix this," she murmured softly, gesturing for Zeb to step in.
The Lasat stepped forward, but his eyes widened when he caught sight of Jet's back. The blood had seeped through her clothes and made it to the cloak, staining it faintly red. "Whoa," he exclaimed.
"What?" Hera asked, craning her neck and inhaling sharply when she saw the blood. Jet looked away to the corner of the room, not wanting to face anyone directly while Hera thought quickly over what to do. "Okay. Zeb, you'll still need to carry Jet to the med bay," she pointed out.
"What?!" Jet exclaimed, before Zeb promptly lifted her up onto his back with ease, despite her protests.
Hera and Sabine quickly disappeared up the ladder while Zeb made sure Jet was in the most comfortable position possible before clambering up towards the medbay. I trailed after them, watching intently as we finally made it to the room. Zeb carefully lowered Jet onto the medical bed that Sabine had just pulled up, while Hera had taken out a first aid kit and set up beside the girl. "Okay, you three can go," Hera said, shooing us away gently.
Zeb and Sabine nodded, and though reluctant to leave, they exited the small space. I stayed still for a prolonged moment, just staring at Jet with guilt and shame. The girl's eyes narrowed slightly, and a low grumble sounded in her throat. Hera realised this immediately and stood up, stepping forward and urging me out of the room. "Wait," I tried to protest.
"No, Hun," Hera whispered. "I don't need jedi powers to know Jet isn't happy with you. I don't know what happened, but it's best you leave me to it, okay?"
I hesitated, before nodding blankly. Hera mustered a weak smile, patting my shoulder and stepping back into the room. And with a hiss, the door closed in my face and left me to my thoughts. I sighed, leaning against the wall and sliding down onto the floor. I'm so dead.
I paced back and forth in the hallway, the effects of the inhibitor finally worn off and leaving my ever increasing emotions to fester. Hera had been with Jet in the medbay for almost 20 minutes now, and despite Zeb and Sabine's attempts of prying out the story, I remained completely silent.
"I mean, they weren't blaster bolts," Sabine pointed out.
"Yeah. She was all cut up," Zeb added, eying me suspiciously. "C'mon mate. Just tell us what happened!"
I frowned, opening my mouth to retort when the sound of the medbay door slid open. My eyes widened and I quickly bolted forward to be faced with Hera. She slammed the button with her fist, causing the door to close behind her as she glared at me furiously. "You are in big trouble mister!" she snapped, jabbing an accusing finger into my chest.
"Whoa, whoa. I can explain," I defended, holding my hands up in surrender. "But first, how is she?"
She sighed, shaking her head in disapproval. "Not good. It'll take weeks, months even for the cuts to fully heal over. And don't even get me started on her eye," she muttered. "That one will be there for the rest of her life, probably."
I shot her a guilt expression, asking "But, she'll be alright?"
Hera nodded, but placed her hands on her hips. "She's going to be in a lot of pain for the next week or so, and she's still filthy mad at you," she stated. "She told me about the little 'trade' you had with her father. Now, I want to hear your side of the story."
I took a deep breath, explaining "Okay, so I found this poster in her satchel saying that she was lost, so I contacted the frequency and… well…"
Hera sighed in aggravation, pinching the bridge of her nose with two fingers. "Why Kanan? Why would you do that? She was just starting to settle in," she said, a silent plea in her tone.
I groaned, running a hand through my hair absently. "It's just… I… I didn't…"
She arched a brow, probing "Spill it Kanan."
"I don't know," I replied, glancing away from her.
"You know that's a lie Kanan," she snapped. "Was it because she's force sensitive? Or because you two couldn't get along?"
"N-No," I stuttered quickly.
Hera frowned. "Then what?!"
Suddenly, I grasped onto her shoulders and yelled "I DIDN'T WANT TO LOSE HER LIKE…" I froze and trailed off, eyes going wide as Hera stared at me in shock. Zeb and Sabine shifted awkwardly in the background, an unsettling tension descending upon us. My expression softened, and I released hold of the Twi'lek's shoulders slowly. Hera sighed, face understanding as she watched me carefully. "We know Kanan," she said softly. "We know what you're feeling. But that was not the right way to accomplish that goal. And you know it."
I bowed my head and closed my eyes, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to form.
But suddenly, the medbay door swung open and Jet stormed past us into the common room. Hera and I exchanged a glance, before running after the girl to find her collecting her things. She was still adorned in her cloak and bloody clothes, but Hera had carefully wrapped bandages all around her hands, arms and torso. Like usual, her hood was up, and I couldn't see the damage that lay on her face. And only now did I realise the gold handle of the whip clipped to her belt, dried blood still printed onto the base.
She heaved the satchel over her shoulders and turned to make a B-line for the door. "Jet stop!" Hera called, running forward and stepping in the teen's path.
"What?!" she snapped.
"You can't go. Your injuries are too severe. What if they get infected?" Hera pointed out.
"I'd rather get an infection than stay here any longer!" she growled, her voice hitching slightly.
Hera sighed, her expression softening. She placed her hands loosely on Jet's shoulders, saying "You don't mean that Jet."
Jet bowed her head, saying uncertainly "I do… I-I…. I want to…"
Hera raised her hand and pulled Jet's hood down. "But you don't," Hera murmured, brushing a few stray hairs out of her good eye. Her other eye had a sterile bacta patch over the top, only part of the scar on her forehead visible anymore. The two exchanged a long, silent stare, before Jet lifted her hood back up and folded her arms. "Once I'm better…" Jet rasped. "Then I'm allowed to leave?"
Hera didn't know how to reply at first, shooting her an uncertain glance, before answering "If you still feel like leaving at that point, then so be it."
Jet hesitated, before nodding sharply. "Fine," she muttered. "I'll stay for a week, at the most. Then I'm out of here."
Hera sighed, before stepping to the side and nodding her head in agreement. "Okay," she murmured simply, obviously disappointed.
Sabine, Zeb and I watched the two curiously, Jet glancing over her shoulder and regaining her posture again. "If you'll excuse me, I'll be off getting the blood out of my clothes," she announced sourly as she turned to walk out of the common room.
"Hey Jet," Sabine called, running to her side. "I can lend you some spare clothes if you'd like while we patch up yours."
A spike of surprise shifted through the force, before the teen quickly concealed it behind her shields. "Actually, yeah. That'd be great, thanks," she replied sheepishly.
Sabine smiled warmly and the two walked out into the hall, the door closing behind them. Hera glanced at me with piercing green eyes, and I flinched ever so slightly at her stare. "Welp," Zeb blurted awkwardly while heading for the door. "I'll just be moving those crates again."
The Lasat hastily exited the room, leaving just Hera and I to the stand there together. Her brows furrowed, and she pointed to the table sternly. "Sit," she instructed. "You and I have a lot to discuss."
Wow guys. There's a lot to discuss about this chapter. Like, will Kanan and Jet ever make up? Why did Jet keep the whip? Do you think Hera's going to be mad about this?
And to answer that last question:
Of course she is! XD
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