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THE TIE Fighters opened fire on Kanan.
In the same instant, Kanan shielded himself with the Force as he seized his lightsaber from his boot. Kanan couldn't keep the shield up for very long distracted and under a barrage of plasma bolts, but that didn't matter. All he needed was the five seconds the shield bought him. By the time it shattered, the azure blade of Kanan's lightsaber had ignited.
Kanan sprinted forward, weaving his way through the rapid onslaught of fire at a speed regular men could never achieve. The shots he couldn't dodge, he deflected. One ricocheted off his lightsaber and blew up one of the TIEs. The docking bay filled with smoke and burning shrapnel.
The shrapnel Kanan had to avoid. He couldn't deflect it like a plasma bolt; his lightsaber would slice through it instead, leaving the pieces even hotter than before. They would also fall to the floor, becoming an instant obstacle for Kanan to jump over. But the smoke - even though it stung his eyes, nose, and throat and made him cough - was a benefit for him overall. The TIE pilots couldn't hit what they couldn't see, and Kanan could sense the bolts coming no matter what.
Under the cover of the smoke, the Jedi Knight slipped out of the docking bay, singed but unharmed. He leaned against the wall for a moment, gasping for breath.
"Freeze!"
Kanan flinched and looked up in alarm to find himself staring into the muzzle of a stormtrooper's blaster.
"Um..." Kanan was acutely aware of the unsheathed lightsaber he was still holding - as well as the fact that he obviously did not look like he belonged here. "Hello."
The stormtrooper fired into Kanan's face, but he deflected it in the nick of time and cleaved the man's blaster in two, grinning.
The stormtrooper was already having a really bad day. He should have seen this coming.
Kanan switched off his lightsaber and rammed the hilt into the stormtrooper's head. The stormtrooper collapsed, unconscious and groaning.
Kanan smiled. He was already sick of fighting Imperials while looking like he had stopped at a child's facepainting stand.
It was time for a better disguise.
A stormtrooper walked through a corridor, blaster in hand. He paused, pulling aside another stormtrooper who was heading past him.
"Psst," the first stormtrooper whispered. "I'm supposed to be guarding the cargo, but this ship is so kriffing big I have no idea where to go. Do you know where it is?"
"Sure," said the other. "Once you reach the other end of this hall, take a left, then ride the lift all the way down. You'll be at the right place."
"Thanks, man."
"Always happy to help."
The second stormtrooper continued on his way, cheerfully smiling underneath his helmet. It must have been that other guy's first time on a Star Destroyer. There were a lot of those confused blokes around nowadays, and it felt really good to help them out.
And Kanan walked on, too, hardly containing an incredibly grateful laugh.
