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The Unknown Regions - Aboard the VCX 100 Freighter Ghost

Hera returned to the cockpit and said, "Another repeater beacon away, Love. Go ahead and orient us and we'll make another jump."

Kanan obeyed. Even blind, he knew the Ghost's controls well enough to operate them with his handicap. Taking the stick, he opened himself up to the force and eased it into alignment. At the gentle nudge from the force, he eased the hyperdrive levers forward and felt and heard the ship respond. "Alright;" he said, "there goes another one. How long have we been at this?"

"At least a day;" said Hera. "Are you hungry, Kanan?"

The Jedi yawned and said, "Yeah, I could eat. What do we have aboard this crate?"

He couldn't help but smile as he heard Hera gasp, "You did not just call my beautiful ship a crate! You should know better than that by now, Kanan Jarrus!"

She swatted his arm indignantly and he said, "I know, I know. It's just that, if my memory serves me, you're so adorable when you get all perturbed. I know your ship isn't a crate. It's a tub."

Another gasp and she threw herself at him, laughing as she swatted him and berated him affectionately until his arms wrapped around her and he kissed her. All thoughts of food now the furthest thing from their minds, they just stood in the doorway kissing and holding each other lovingly. After some time, Kanan pulled away slightly for air and said, "You know, I came to a conclusion just before we left."

"That you should keep kissing me?" said Hera, "Because I was really enjoying you kissing me."

Kanan gave her another kiss to keep her satisfied before pulling away again, much to her annoyance and saying, "I think that Sabine had a point about being married. I think we need to set a good example for them and give this band of rebels we're a part of a reason to have good spirits."

After a short pause, he smiled and lifted a hand to caress Hera's face and murmured, "And I'm so absolutely crazy about you."

The pause extended until Hera said in a deceptively casual voice. "So what are you saying, exactly?"

Kanan took a deep breath and turned so that he had the room to drop to one knee. A small part of him was gratified when Hera gasped and he said, "Hera Syndulla, I love you with all of my heart and I feel like the force has given me a second chance, especially after the depot on Lothol and I don't want to waste it. Once the rest of the fleet catches up, will you marry me?"

"Yes!" she said, without any hesitation or thought. "Of course, I'll marry you, Kanan!"

Kanan smiled and stood to his feet, kissing her passionately again and wrapping his arms around her tightly. With a quick jump, she had her legs wrapped around his waist and he knew exactly what she wanted. Carefully as could be, he carried her from the corridor to the cockpit to their cabin and laid her down on the bed.

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"You and your stupid flight suit;" growled Kanan. "Why don't you ever wear anything normal?"

"Look who's talking;" she replied heated as she tried to get past his padded jacket as well. "Alright;" he said, stepping back. "You do yours, I'll do mine. It will go faster."

Kanan managed to get his boots, socks and jacket off before a very naked Hera had him again. "Too slow, my love;" she purred and took over, willingly working his shirt, trousers and undergarment off. When they were finally both naked, she spread over him and kissed him, reveling in the flesh on flesh contact and knowing that it was doing even more for him than for her.

He hadn't expected to be doing it on the cold metal floor and, in truth, it wasn't very comfortable. With a few quick movements, Kanan got to his feet, pulling her with him and, once again, laid her down on the bed. Hera moaned as she continued to press her lithe, wonderful body against his hard plains and Kanan couldn't avoid groaning either. Wanting to see every part of Hera the only way that he knew how, Kanan left off kissing her lips to kiss every part of her lovely face. He could feel that she was smiling and biting her lower lip. One of his hands reached up and trailed along first one and then the other of her long lekku. They were very sensitive and gave the Twi'lek great pleasure as he did. To touch a Twi'lek's lekku, the upper part of which housed parts of the brain involving memory and the lower part of which housed nerves and fat, was considered very intimate and sensual.

Hera's jaw went slack and the most primal, earthy moan of desire and pleasure that Kanan had ever heard came from her throat. He could feel it as well as see it, kissing along her slender neck and jaw. "Gods of Ryloth;" she gasped.

Considering the positiveness of the reaction, Kanan decided that one more caress would be beneficial. Again, he brushed his hand down her lekku slowly and gently and she moaned, "All that is going straight to my core! Oh my gods, Kanan!"

Deciding to be daring, he began to kiss along it as well. Each time his lips touched her smooth, green, she shuddered and moaned. Finally, he gave her nerves a break and kissed down to her shoulders and chest. Still gasping from the overwhelming sensation caused by her lekku being caressed, Hera purred and said, "Even blind, you know how to play me like a fine instrument."

"This is just me taking the opportunity to see you the best way I can;" he murmured before kissing and licking and suckling all over her breasts.

Hera moaned and purred and said, "Stars above! I love you!"

Kanan hummed as he sucked on her nipple, biting it a little even, causing her to squeal with delight, before moving down her flat, toned belly. "Just tell me when to roll over;" she purred and Kanan could sense and feel her lying back to just enjoy his attention and ministrations.

Smiling, he kissed her hip bones and across the tops of her thighs. Stars above, he needed to see her again. Clearing his mind, he fell into the force and closed his eyes. When it felt as though his whole being was thrumming with the force, he opened his eyes. Everything around was dark. The room around was barely visible but Hera shined brightly. She smiled at him and waved.

Kanan took in her smooth skin and loving, sensual smile. Her breasts were generous and they were heaving. Her dark green nipples were hard from his ministrations. Her stomach was as flat as it had felt and her legs were perfectly shaped and molded but what drew his eyes were the swollen and dripping lips and slit of her womanhood. He could smell her desire. In a low, husky voice, he said, "Roll over, Darling."

Smiling seductively, she did as he said, revealing her smooth back and her well shaped rear end. While he could still concentrate, Kanan ran his hands from her shoulders down to her hips and listened to her purr. "Are you enjoying the view?" she whispered.

Unable to resist, he gave her rear end a squeeze which caused her to squeak just a little and giggle. Unable to keep up his concentration, Kanan sighed and closed his eyes, allowing his vision to fade to blackness. He could sense a small amount of sadness from Hera concerning his blindness and that simply wouldn't due. Leaning down, her began to kiss along her back, using his hands to sensually brush her body. He kissed all the way down her spine and on either side before rubbing her shapely legs and butt down, reveling in her purrs and sensing her sadness fade, driven away by desire, pleasure and love.

When he slid two fingers into her moist womanhood and began to stroke, she gasped and said, "Kanan! Gods!"

He smiled and used his other hand to brush her lekku again. The intensity of the reaction was shocking. Immediately, her body began to tremble and shake and she cried out in climax. Her womanhood gushed and she began to speak in her native tongue of Ryl - a language that Kanan knew. The things she was saying were so explicit and sexual that his manhood, already hard, twitched and he groaned.

Smiling, he kept going, rubbing her womanhood gently and firmly while tenderly brushing her headtails. He did so a third and a forth time. On the fifth time, she was babbling incoherently in at least three different languages and on the sixth and final time, she blacked out, her body trembling and twitching and her womanhood gushing almost continually.

Worried that he had gone a little too far, Kanan checked her vitals and her breathing, examining her with the force. When he had discovered that she was just fine, he gently rolled her onto her back and lay beside her.

He only waited a few minutes before she came to and said, "You can't do that too much, Kanan or else you'll cause me to pull a muscle or something. I can already tell that my back, hips and legs are going to be sore later."

"I'm sorry;" he chuckled.

"No you're not;" she retorted as she shakily straddled his hips and took hold of his throbbing manhood, "and neither am I. Mmmm... this is going to feel good too."

She sank onto him and sighed with delight as she came to rest with his manhood firmly in her body. Kanan groaned with pleasure and placed his hands on her hips, using his thumbs to rub just above the hip bones. She began to raise and lower her hips at a moderate pace, wanting to draw out Kanan's pleasure. Each time she lowered herself, Hera moaned with delight. Even though she had just climaxed violently and repeatedly, the pleasure was still zinging through her body. Kanan's hands assisted her in rising and falling and his own hips met her with every drop. As they continued, she gradually increased her speed and intensity until she was bouncing up and down on his manhood like a piston and moaning in Ryl again.

"Hera, I'm almost there;" gasped Kanan.

Somehow, she seemed to find an even greater reserve of stamina and once again increased her speed. Kanan gave a strangled groan and he thrust his hips upward. As he plummeted over the edge of ecstasy, he heard Hera moaning out her own climax again. Gasping and trying to regain control of their shuddering breathes and pounding hearts, they snuggled under the blankets.

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Orbit Over Esfandia - Aboard the Rebel Assault Frigate Stubborn Fool

Sabine watched as the Jedi sparred and trained. It had been nearly two full days since they had arrived over Esfandia and over a day and a half since Hera and Kanan had departed. The personnel in the fleet were getting restless and wondering if the Empire was going to continue following them or whether they should head back to the galaxy at large and continue fighting the Empire.

Captain Kallus and General Kota both firmly believed that Admiral Pryce would be after them. She needed to redeem herself or she would be just another failed female Imperial officer and that was something that her pride would not allow.

Galen Marek was sparring with Ahsoka and it was interesting to note that their fighting styles had a lot of similarities. They both favored twin blades and reverse grips and Sabine could tell that the fighting styles themselves were quite similar. However, Ahsoka was far more acrobatic and agile while Galen was far more aggressive. Kota and Ezra were sparring as well and the younger man continued to be amazed at the master's skill considering his blindness. "You should know by now, boy;" chuckled the old general, "that the eyes can deceive and the art of combat is the art of deception. How can you deceive me if my eyes no longer work?"

Ezra chuckled. "It did become harder to spar with Kanan after he lost his sight too. But if one is so in tuned with the force that their eyes not longer deceive them, how can they be beaten?"

"Deceive their other senses, of course;" chuckled Rahm. "Let me show you."

Sabine smiled as Ezra fell into the lesson eagerly. He had always jumped at any new skills that Kanan or anyone would teach him. "Mandalore;" called Maris Brood. "Would you like to get some blade work in?"

"Sure;" said Sabine with a smile.

They stood across from each other and ignited their weapons. "Should I refrain from using the force?" asked the young Jedi.

"Just don't throw me around like a rag doll or anything;" chuckled Sabine, "but don't completely refrain either. I still need to remain used to fighting against force powered enemies."

Maris nodded and they engaged. It was a good match too. Maris would use the force to try and cause Sabine to lose her balance or even give her a force push, forcing Mandalore to use her jetpack to avoid slamming onto her back or side and land on her feet.

Suddenly, an alarm went off and over the intercom, Captain Kallus announced, "Battle stations! Battle stations! The enemy fleet has just dropped out of hyperspace."

All training ceased instantly and they ran for the bridge.

Aboard the Imperial Star Destroyer Predator

Admiral Pryce gazed out towards the rebel fleet with a cool smile. She had them pinned against the unknown vastness of space now. There was nowhere left for them to run.

Stalker Prime stood beside her. "Are your brothers ready to board, Prime?" asked Pryce conversationally.

Prime shifted slightly and said, "I thought that I'd rather follow your lead. How would you deal with these rebels?"

Pryce grinned. "Keep your brothers here for the time being and allow me to engage their fleet. The Jedi will be expecting you to try to engage them as you have before."

Prime nodded. After a long pause, she asked curiously, "Why haven't you just sent all of your stalkers aboard at once. Surely you don't think that the Jedi would be able to withstand all of you at once."

"The first assaults were to get their measure. Now that I think we have them, I am simply waiting for the right time to strike;" he said.

Pryce nodded. "Well if this works the way I hope, we should be able to simply kill them by destroying their command ship with them on it or picking off escape pods as they float in space. The remainder of you will return to Vader in victory and I will be awarded for my successes at finally ridding the Empire of the scourge of the Specters, of the traitor Kallus and of Rahm Kota. We both stand to gain much, my friend."

Prime gave a thin smile and said in a low voice. "I hope that, when this is all over, we will still be able to see some of each other."

Pryce's smile widened infinitesimally. "As do I, Prime. As do I."

Turning to her comms officer, she said, "Hail the rebel ships."

"Yes, Ma'am."

They waited until a holo representation of Rahm Kota and Captain Kallus stood there. "What do you want, Pryce?" growled the old man, sounding for all the world like she had just woken him from a nap and wasn't about to attack and wipe out his pitiful fleet.

"I want to give you the chance to surrender, General Kota;" she said cordially. "I outnumber you and out gun you. Surrender and your troops will be taken into custody and sent to penal colonies. You Jedi will die, of course, unless my dark friend here can convince you to serve the Emperor."

"No;" said Prime, "they will die."

Pryce looked at him and then shrugged, "Never mind. You and your fellow Jedi will die but your rebel friends will be locked in penal colonies and be allowed to live as prisoners. Your only other option is death here in battle or losing yourselves in the unknown regions. Which do you prefer?"

Kota chuckled and said, "That's quite the generous offer, Admiral. Unfortunately, I'm going to have to tell you to take it and stick it where the suns don't shine. Cut the connection."

The figures of Kota and Kallus disappeared and Pryce's grin became absolutely feral. "Launch fighters and bombers. Tell all ships to engage. We'll start with their smaller ships and work our way up. Start with the Hammerhead corvettes."

As her ships advanced, she watched with amusement as fighters began to launch from the rebel ships - all of them outdated relics. This battle was going to be short indeed. Suddenly, two of her Carrack cruisers changed course and slammed into one of her Victory Star Destroyers. None of their shields managed to hold and all three of the ships exploded into shards. Those shards suddenly floated between her TIE's and the rebel ships. Pryce gritted her teeth as numerous explosions lit up the space as quite a few of her pilots failed to avoid the debris. At the same time, one of her fighter carriers, a Quasar-fire class bulk cruiser suddenly slammed into a strike cruiser. Again, they both exploded and their debris was added to the screen between the rebels and her fleet. "Tell all ships to open fire on that debris field and move full to front;" she ordered.

Suddenly, Prime rumbled, "Allow me."

Stretching out with both hands, he made an outward scooping gesture and the debris moved apart, leaving it clear for her TIE's. Pryce smiled in satisfaction. "Thank you, Prime."

As she watched, her TIE's moved in the opening. As they did, the rebel ships concentrated their fire, eliminating many of her pilots and the rebel pilots intercepted the rest. Snarling, Pryce ordered, "Spread out our ships. Have them come at the rebels from as many directions as possible. See if they have any tricks to counter that."

After a moment, she growled, "and send two of our Escort Carriers through that gap. I want TIE Reapers and Storm commandos to board those hammerheads."

Orbit Over Esfandia - Aboard the Rebel Assault Frigate Stubborn Fool

Galen watched with mild amusement and said, "They're spreading out, General. They'll probably try to come at us at angles from above, below and the sides. We have to Escort Carriers coming through the gap in the debris field."

"Let them through. If I were to hazard a guess, they'll be launching TIE Reapers with Storm Commandos. Have a squadron of Headhunters prepare to intercept them and send some of our marines and crewers to take those ships. Just enough for a skeleton crew with due."

He could sense the concern of those behind him. Sabine cleared her throat and said, "General, with that Venator, we're already stretched pretty thin. How will we be able to keep taking enemy ships like this?"

"We won't take too many more, Mandalore;" he said with a chuckle, "I just want Admiral Pryce to get more and more irritated at us. Angry people make mistakes. Once they get close enough, immobilize them, Starkiller. Then our borders can go aboard and take them. Mandalore, you and your consort can lead the crew. Remember that those are Storm commandos. they won't be total pushovers."

"Consort?" said Ezra in shock and mild indignation.

"Come on, Jedi boy;" laughed Sabine, "you can be indignant all you want later. We have a job to do."

Kota nodded slowly before turning to Maris Brood. "Go with them. You could use a little more intense combat experience."

"Yes, Master;" she replied and hurried after them.

Galen grabbed his comms and contacted Juno, who was flying the Scimitar since it was faster and more maneuverable than the Rogue Shadow. Plus, it had more versatile weapons. "Juno, intercept those enemy Reapers if it looks like any will get through our fighter screen."

"Acknowledged, General; engaging now."

Kota nodded in satisfaction. "How it everything looking out there, my boy?"

Galen inhaled and exhaled quickly, blowing out nervously. "Not bad so far. I just hope that we can last until Hera and Kanan contact us. They've been gone for almost two days."

"We have time;" said Kota confidently. "I think Pryce has convinced the cheap knockoffs to give her a chance at killing us. We've killed nearly half the stalkers now. Is that armor still working for you?"

Galen nodded. "Yes it is. Thanks again for that."

Rahm just grunted and waved it away. Galen continued to watch and, once they were in range, he reached out to each of the Escort Carriers and locked them in place. Rebel drop ships were already on their way. All around, the Imperial ships were slowly but surely closing in. This was going to be a brutal battle.

The Unknown Regions - Aboard the VCX 100 Freighter Ghost

Kanan was in the copilots seat when he suddenly jolted and said, "Revert, now!"

Hera obeyed without question and, to her surprise, they were looking at a gorgeous world of green, brown, blue and gray. "By the stars!" murmured Hera, "we did it. I'm going to launch another beacon and then we can contact the fleet. By the stars! We did it!"

Kanan nodded, "Yes we did. I'm going to scan that planet. Hurry back so you can read the results to me."

Hera chuckled as she hurried to the cargo hold. The beacons were pretty big and a little bulky. It took quite a bit of effort for Hera to wrestle it into the airlock and activate it before space it. The repulsers kept it from drifting too much and she ran back to the cockpit. While she activated the comms, she murmured, "That's a beautiful world. It's got breathable air and, apparently, sentient civilizations, if the power signatures are correct."

She activated the comms and waited. Finally, General Kota said, "Is that you, Hera? Did you find it?"

Hera grinned broadly and said, "That we did, General. Sending you the coordinates right now."

"Excellent!" said the old master exuberantly. "We'll see you in a couple days."

"Sounds good, General. Ghost out."

Hera turned and studied the readings of the scan in more detail. That was when she noticed a squadron of fighters come towards them. They were of an unfamiliar make, model and manufacture but the pattern suggested an intercept pattern. "I can sense them;" said Kanan. "They're human."

Hera nodded slowly. "Hopefully they speak basic;" she murmured.

Their comms chimed and when she activated it, the voice was definitely not speaking basic. Taking a deep breath, she said, "This is General Hera Syndulla of the Rebel Alliance. I'm sorry but I can't understand your words. Do you speak Basic, Huttese or Ryl?"

There was a pause before the pilot said in heavily accented basic. "This is Commander Jes of the Independent world of Japarus. We do not want any trouble with you or whoever you are rebelling against. Leave your shields deactivated and your weapons off line."

"They're terrified;" commented Kanan.

"And we're bringing the Empire right to their doorstep;" said Hera. "This isn't good, Kanan. As soon as the fleet gets here, we need to leave again. In fact;" and she activated the comms.

When they were received, she said, "We're going to leave immediately, General. The locals here aren't ready for an Imperial invasion. You need to be able to jump as soon as you get here."

Kota seemed to consider that before replying, "Very well, Hera. Jump as soon as you can."

Switching her comms back over to the defense fighters, she said, "We will be leaving very shortly, Commander. We have no desire to bring trouble on you but we must be honest - we are being pursued by our enemies. So long as we are not here when they arrive and we leave them a trail to follow, they will leave you in peace."

There was a pause before the commander said, "Very well, General Hera Syndulla. Go with good will."

Kanan was already using the force to guide their first jump. As soon as it nudged, he eased the levers forward and they were off again.

Orbit Over Esfandia - Aboard the Rebel Assault Frigate Stubborn Fool

"Everything alright, General?" asked Galen.

He had released the two Escort carriers after getting a confirmation that they were in Rebel hands. The two ships were forming up with them and getting ready to jump. They would be cutting it close too. The Imperials were powering up their weapons.

"Everything's fine boy. Hera just said that there's a civilization on the planet that isn't ready for an Imperial invasion yet so they've already begun heading to their next stop point."

Galen frowned. "Do they have enough beacons?"

Kota shrugged. "I imagine that they'll set them all and then just wait at the last one that they set for us. We gave them quite a few."

"True;" murmured Galen.

A few moments later, the comms officer ran over. "Sir, the fleet reports they are set to proceed with the countdown."

"Good;" said Rahm, heading tot he command chair and contacting all ships. "All ships, prepare to jump into hyperspace on my mark."

When the countdown his zero, the fleet was away, leaving a fleet of Imperial ships in their wake. It was a close thing too. The Imperials had opened fire just as the timer reached zero and the ships jumped.

Hello, my friends! Originally, I wasn't planning on having to lemony chapters in a row but then I decided to show Kanan and Hear some love so, there you go. Hope you enjoyed.