Hey, hey, hey everybody!

Well, it's finally time! The third Super Bomb has finally arrived, and I have to admit, it's a big one! Every story in my collection will be getting updated. That's right. Every. Single. One. From Remember me to Family Ties, the hiatus is finally over! :D

Now, the way this Super Bomb will work is like how the Super Week worked (if anyone remembers when I did that! ;D). Each day there will be one new story updated. At the bottom of this page will be a list with the order they get released, so check-up daily to get your fanfiction fix!

Now, I'll let you fester on this chapter as I go cry in the corner after the Rogue One midnight screening! And if you've seen Rogue One, I bet you know what I'm talking about. ;)

Anyways, I hope you all enjoy, and may the force be with you, always!

-Superherotiger

Kanan's POV

A bright light pierced my eyelids as I winced and twisted my head away with a groan. My muscles were bound in uncomfortable knots, my neck creaking and back aching. For a long moment, I couldn't even remember where I was, what had happened. As my vision began to sharpen I realised I was in the common room of the Ghost, slouched against the couch with an unusual weight on my chest. Sunlight poured through the small gap in the curtains, heating the room and spreading its warmth throughout the stagnant air.

I released an exhausted yawn and shifted my weight from side to side. But at this small movement, something stirred next to me.

My first instinct was to bolt onto my feet, but for some reason, I found myself completely frozen, not even daring to breathe as a tense silence ensued. I flickered my gaze to the figure sitting beside me, his head resting on my chest and one arm slung across my waist loosely. My eyes widened in shock as I suddenly realised the boy sleeping against me, lost somewhere in deep slumber.

The events of last night hit me like a brick wall, and I couldn't help my jaw slacking in complete and utter awe.

I… I'd done it! I'd made things right with the youth, and he… he actually forgave me! Stubborn headed, street wise Ezra Bridger had forgiven the cop who gave him away! After everything that happened… All the abandonment… All the abuse… He had accepted me.

A triumphant grin pulled at my lips as a strange tension was lifted from my chest. Pride relaced my guilt, and I wondered if other foster parents had ever experienced the same sense of relief and accomplishment that I felt now. Would they ever understand the struggle to care for someone who didn't care back? Would they know the strength it took to watch that person be torn down in front of your very eyes? Would they feel the life that surged through your veins when you knew you'd succeeded? When they finally came to you, talked to you, embraced you as their guardian?

Maybe not, but I did. I knew what it felt like.

I was so ecstatic that I wanted to tell the whole world of my achievement! Sure, I'd dealt with quite a few orphans and children who'd been in abusive families over my life-time, but none of them had been like Ezra. Never had I met someone so resistant to my care. So unwilling to open up to me. So hurt and broken that it was as if staring into a mirror…

There was a sharp rattle of glass as my phone vibrated against the small table beside us. I jumped slightly at the sound, but the combined jolt of my body and sudden noise was obviously too much for Ezra's sensitive nerves. The boy almost instantly reverted back to old instincts, his muscles tensing and lips pulling back in an aggravated snarl.

I pushed myself as far into the couch as possible, my eyes wide and fixed on the teen who was literally laying against me.

I knew what Ezra was capable of. I'd actually seen him lash out when he met Kallus. He was a powerhouse of emotion, and if Zeb hadn't caught him in time I wouldn't be surprised if Kallus was the one winding up in the morgue. Ezra, though still a boy, was not to be under estimated. And after that blow to the gut, I'd learnt my lesson rather instantly.

I watched on tensely, just waiting for the moment Ezra would whip up and attack. Until after a few silent moments, I noticed his eyes were still shut. He was still asleep!

Sighing a strained breath, I slackened my muscles but still kept my guard up. Ezra had street instincts, so even the slightest disturbance could snap him into reality. The last thing I needed was for him to wake up in a startle and beat the living daylights out of the guy wearing the police uniform. Or in other words, me.

"No…" Ezra grunted, his fingers digging into the fabric of my shirt.

I stayed still as Ezra's body coiled in on itself and he released a small whimper. "Not… th… bel-t…" he rasped, still trapped in his sleep.

My expression softened when I heard his muffled sobs, paternal instinct causing me to place my hand on his back to sooth him. When I remembered who I was dealing with I immediately winced, the teen inhaling sharply as tears leaked out of his clenched eyes. "Please… n-no…" he murmured, voice barely audible. "Not… again…"

Daringly, I moved my other hand to the side of his face and cooed "You're okay Ezra. I'm right here."

He growled at my touch and snarled "Dwa…yne…"

"No," I whispered, stroking his cheek in gentle motions.

The youth's expression softened, leaning into my chest as he croaked "M-Ma…x…?"

I tilted my head in confusion, before replying "No… It's me Ezra… It's Kanan…"

"Ka…nan…" he repeated in a slur. Concern began to swell when his muscles suddenly tensed and his jaw tightened. "Ka-nan," he hissed through his teeth. I gulped. But his mood abruptly switched again as he relaxed and nuzzled his head into the crook of my neck, using his free arm to hug me tightly. "Kanan…" he spoke softly, his mind lost in a daze. "Cor-p…ral…"

I sighed in relief as he melted into my arms, slowing running my hand through his hair and rubbing circles into his back. "That's right kid," I smiled. "It's Corporal."

Once certain that Ezra had fallen back into a deep sleep, I turned my attention to the phone beside me. Picking it up, I checked to see who had caused the sudden outburst. But my brows creased into a frown when I realised who had messaged me.

"Bloody hell Jarrus, where are you?!" –Kallus

Only when I read the text did I notice the three others lined up before it.

"Come down to the station, I think I've got a lead." –Kallus

"Where are you?" –Kallus

"Jarrus, work started an hour and a half ago. Where are you?" –Kallus

My eyes widened when I saw the time, almost two hours late for work. Hastily typing with one hand, the other still rubbing Ezra's back, I responded:

"I slept in. What's going on?" –Kanan

Not a few moments later, the phone vibrated with the reply "Sorry for intruding your beauty sleep princess, but I think I've got a suspect for the Spirit co-leader." -Kallus

"Really?! Who?" –Kanan

"Well why don't you get down to the damn station and I'll tell you!" –Kallus

I rolled my eyes slightly and answered "I'll be there in 15." -Kanan

"You'd better, or I'm cashing in your half of the reward." –Kallus

Sighing, I placed the phone to the side and glanced down at Ezra. He looked so calm, at peace. The last thing I wanted to do was wake him, but I couldn't waste any more time. "Ezra?" I whispered, shaking his shoulder ever so slightly. "Ezra, wake up."

"Five more minutes," he moaned, burying his face into the collar of my shirt and nuzzling up against my chin.

I stiffened, enjoying the subconscious - or in other words unconscious – affection he was showing. Physical contact between the two of us was minimal, and I was lucky to even get a nudge in the arm let alone a full hug. I think he had side hugged me twice, but even then it only lasted for a mere second. This though was a vast improvement. A full on embrace from the teen who hated my guts only 24 hours ago? That deserved a medal.

But the moment was short lived when Ezra finally began to stir from his slumber. He yawned, electric blue eyes splitting open as the morning sun hit his face. I watched him with a nervous gaze but remained completely still. Ezra, still unaware of my presence, flexed his muscles and released an exhausted groan. Until suddenly, the boy nuzzled against my shoulder as if I were his pillow, rendering me frozen in the sheer surprise of the foreign affection.

But something must have trigger in his mind as he suddenly went tense, his eyes shooting open and his expression blank. A few seconds passed and neither of us dared move, until in a flurry of motion the boy jolted onto his feet and stumbled backwards in shock. He stared at me with vacant eyes, his mouth drawn into a thin line and his back as straight as a board.

I blinked once, the tension thick, until I smiled meekly and asked "So… have a good sleep?"

Ezra didn't respond, but after a moment I saw his cheeks burn bright red in embarrassment. I smirked and stretched my arms out casually. "I'll take that as a yes," I chuckled while rolling my shoulders and neck experimentally.

The teen seemed to be paralysed, but I knew he was probably still trying to process everything that had happened over the past 12 hours. Giving him his space, I stood up and acted as if nothing had happened. "Want some breakfast?" I offered as I headed to the hall.

Ezra blinked rapidly, seemingly snapped from his trance and replying sheepishly "Uh… y-yes… please…"

I smiled and turned the corner, until he added with a sly tone "Corporal."

I paused for the slightest moment, just revelling in the fact that everything had been settled between us. No more fighting. No more guilt. Now, I could finally live up to my word.

Releasing a soft and partially relieved sigh, I continued on into the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Coffee and a slice of toast for me, while Ezra was having cereal and a cup of milk. Mid-way through pouring the milk, the phone suddenly rang.

I hurried to fetch it, picking it up and speaking sharply "Ghost residence, Jarrus speaking."

"Hello Mr Jarrus," an unfamiliar voice sung. "This is Ryder Azadi, the principal of Lothal High School."

"Oh! You're the new one, correct?"

"Yes, I've only just started this position a month ago," he replied sheepishly.

"Well, what can I do for you Sir?" I asked.

"Oh, I've just been noticing some of Ezra's odd behaviour lately, and I was wondering if you might know anything about it."

"Odd behaviour?"

"Uh, yes," he began in a solemn tone. "He seems to be very depressed, and teachers often report him either falling asleep in class or during lunch breaks. This also seems to be making him more aggressive towards other students, though I did see a slight improvement yesterday when he was befriended with two of his classmates…"

I sighed deeply and ran a hand through my hair, answering awkwardly "Um, yes, yes, I know about that. I'm sorry if he's been causing any trouble during school hours or anything like that, but we really are trying to work through some… emotional baggage within the family at the moment."

"I tried to confront him about it yesterday and he said something about an argument between him and his guardian?" Azadi added. "I just wanted to make sure everything was okay since he was reported absent today."

I bit my lip and face palmed myself. I'd forgotten about taking Ezra to school!

"Yeah, yeah, sorry about that," I started with a sigh. "We… uh… we kind of slept in."

"By an hour?" Ryder quizzed.

"Well… we were talking things out last night, and I'd kind of lost track of time," I explained vaguely. Little did I speak about the gruelling memories we both had to resurface in order to smooth over our disputes. How we forced ourselves to live the worst parts of our lives all over again, just in the hopes everything would work out better when we woke up.

I shook my head rapidly and assured "But, I can promise you that Ezra should be improving soon. We have resolved our personal issues, but there are still many… instinctual behaviours from his previous life that we still need to iron out." Expression softening, I added in a gentle tone "I… I'm not saying he's going to be a perfect student immediately, and it may take weeks, months even just remove some of those bad habits... But if you could just work with us a little here then it would be much appreciated. I hope that's not an inconvenience?"

"No, it's absolutely fine Mr Jarrus," he said warmly. "The other teachers who have had experience with Ezra have warned me of his… troubled past, let's say. And I just want you to know that you have my full support."

I sighed in relief, a small smile lining my lips as I replied "Thank you Sir. And if he starts causing any trouble just give us a call."

"Will do. Have a good day."

"To you to," I finished before hanging up the phone. My shoulders slumped as I took a deep breath. Hera wouldn't be happy to find out that Ezra didn't go to school because we were 'too lazy to wake up', as she would say, but he was already an hour late and I was almost two. And with Zeb at work till five today, there was no denying the only option I had left.

"Ezra, go grab your homework," I called out with great reluctance. "You're coming to work with me today."

Ezra's POV

My eye twitched slightly, having to knead my fingers together in order to stop them from shaking.

It wasn't that I was afraid. No, I had never been afraid of police cars…

It's just where those police cars would take me that sent me on edge.

I still remember the first time I'd heard of the Howling House, the myths and murmurs that drifted in hushed tones through the streets. Whether you believed it or not, everyone was afraid of it. Even Max, the one who was fearless in every way possible, had warned me many years ago with the simple sentence of 'If you ever get thrown into that dreaded pit of hell, you'll be adding a lot more meaning to the name Phantom'.

I shuddered at the thought. "Hey kid," Kanan spoke, breaking the thick silence that had consumed the space between us. "Are you alright?"

I blinked rapidly a few times and glanced over at the male. He was adorned in his classic navy blue uniform, teal gaze fixed on the road as he casually drove the vehicle to the police station. I had to remind myself that we were on good terms again, that the fire that threatened to spark within was no longer needed. Last night we had resolved our issues, and I had actually, by my free will, chosen to forgive him. So it was then my responsibility to let go of the anger that once fuelled me.

Taking a deep breath, I steadied my mind and replied "I'm fine. Just thinking."

I saw his eyes flicker in my direction, before retreating back to the road as he said "Your principal called today."

My muscles tensed, my expression as blank as slate. "Why?" I asked nervously.

"He's been concerned about you," Kanan started. "He said you've been falling asleep in class and are being aggressive towards other students. Is this true?"

I had the strange feeling it was a trick question. I mean, why would he take my word over another adult? So warily, picking my words with great care, I answered "Yes… I've just been really tired lately, and… well, you can't blame me for locking horns with other students. Most of them are jerks."

Kanan chuckled lightly and said "Yeah, that's high school for you."

The tension released from my muscles as I sighed a breath of relief. I turned away and stared out the window again, my mind buzzing with activity as I thought about the Spirits, about how things were going to work out. But just when I thought the conversation was over, the male added in a gentle tone "But is it really just that, or is there more going on?"

I froze, all thoughts screeching to a halt as my conscience went blank.

It wasn't like I could tell him the truth. The only person in the Ghost who knew the real reason I was stressed was Zeb, and that's because I had no other choice but to let him in on the secret. If he hadn't stumbled upon our territory I would have happily kept him out of it, but things never seem to go the way you plan them to.

I tried to think of a lie, something that could easily cover my anxious mind, but came up blank. All I could see were the bodies of our fallen Spirits, and all I could hear were the screams and cries from the unlucky few who wound up in the Howling House. I didn't even want to know how many we had lost during our short famine. How many names would I have to etch into the cement wall this time? How many of our noble brothers and sisters got caught during the raid? Or worse, killed trying to save those in need.

And how selfish was I, sitting in the comfort of a stable home and eating whenever I pleased while those I promised a good life starved in the depths of the city? The thought alone made me lose my appetite.

Maybe it was wrong to stay after all… maybe the Phantom side of me needs to be the only part of me-

Suddenly, I felt a warm touch on my knee, snapping me from my thoughts as I stared at Kanan with wide eyes. He was still looking at the road, but he had placed his hand reassuringly on my knee while the other continued to steer the police car through the streets of the city. "Ezra," he spoke in a gentle tone, the comfort that resonated from his presence lifting a heavy weight off my shoulders. "I'm sorry if this whole ordeal between us has been affecting you. The last thing I wanted to do was make your life hell from the biggest mistake I ever made. But… you know that I'm only trying to help, right? You know I only want what's best for you?"

I pressed my lips into a thin line and rolled the question over in my mind, before murmuring "I… know you do…"

Kanan smiled, giving my leg a brief squeeze before planting it firmly on the wheel again. "Good. Now when we get to the station, I'll have to do my job while you take the time to catch up on your homework. Then once we get home I want you to try and rest for a while, okay?"

I rolled my eyes and teased "Sir yes sir."

Kanan smirked as we continued on our way, until finally, after a few more minutes of content silence, he pulled up beside a large pristine building with shimmering glass panels, towering grey walls and a lush green hedge at the front. It was a beautiful piece of architecture to say the least, nothing but appeasing to the human eye with its shining silver symbol imbedded above the entrance. Even a street rat like me could admit it was impressive.

Kanan unclipped his belt and exited the car, dragging me in tow despite my obvious displeasure. "You know, I let the whole 'handing-me-off-to-the-adoption-agency' thing slide last night," I pointed out sarcastically. "That wasn't code for 'Take me to the place I hate', just in case you didn't realise Corporal."

The male glanced at me from the corner of his eye sceptically, not sure if I was joking or not. So to assure him I was only kidding I shot him a lope-sided grin and quipped "But you know, it might be nice to have a tour of this place when I'm not handcuffed and being thrown into a cell for once."

Kanan's expression lightened slightly. "Understandably it's not the most practical idea, but unless you wanted to go to school an hour late then you had to come with me today," he explained.

I rolled my eyes, saying "Kanan, I'm already eight years behind on school. An hour isn't really that big of a deal."

"Oh, so you wouldn't mind if I just dropped you off there right now then?" he smirked.

I momentarily forgot that both he and he his mother were part of the force as the words slipped my tongue "Great. So teenage jerks, or corrupt police."

Kanan froze in his tracks, the humour escaping his tone and replaced only with a defensive edge. "Ezra," he started sternly, causing me to hesitate. "When someone looks at you and writes you off as worthless, or just a street rat, how does that make you feel?"

I was shocked by the question at first, before answering "It makes me angry."

He glanced over his shoulder and stared at me with narrowed teal orbs, his brows furrowed as he spoke icily "And that's exactly how I feel whenever someone writes all police officers off as unjust or corrupt."

My eyes widened, and I stuttered "N-No, I didn't mean you were corrupt, it's just-"

"Ezra," he cut me off as he turned his body to face me directly. "If I saw a homeless child and called him a street rat just because he's an orphan, how would you feel when you used to be like that?"

I flinched, murmuring "I… I'd feel hurt, I guess…"

"Right. So when you go around labelling all us police as selfish, unfair tools, how do you think that makes me feel when I am one of them?" he quizzed.

I paused in my reply, staring at him blankly for a few prolonged moments. And suddenly, an unfamiliar emotion washed over me like a flood. Guilt.

Slowly, I bowed my head, too afraid to keep my gaze level with the man I had just judged like the people I hated did to me. "You'd feel hurt," I answered softly, my voice meek and ashamed.

There was a tense silence, until Kanan took a deep breath and sighed "Exactly."

Glancing up, I said in a pained voice "I'm sorry Kanan… I didn't mean to offend you, it's just… when you live your whole life knowing one thing, it's really hard to see anything but that."

Kanan's expression had softened again and returned to his normal stoic gaze. "I know kid, I know it's hard after everything you've been through," he replied calmly. "But just try, okay? Try for me."

I inhaled sharply and closed my eyes. "I am, Kanan. I really am trying…"

When I opened my eyes again, Kanan inclined his head warmly and spoke "And I appreciate that."

And with that, I smiled and continued forward with the officer beside me. Together we walked through the entrance way of the police station, greeted the receptionist Lyndsey, who was actually really funny, and she also gave me a visitors pass so no-one would mistake me for a rogue street rat. We paced through the different halls and went up a few levels in the elevator, even passing a row of prison cells on the way. But when I caught sight of the young child sitting in the corner of one of the barred cages, I immediately got chills again.

When Kanan realised I was getting jittery, he calmly placed his arm around my shoulders in a protective shield. A simple gesture reminding me things would be okay.

It was oddly familiar, I just couldn't put my finger on why…

Our final turn led us into a long corridor with large, foggy glass panels acting as walls with doors leading to what I assumed were different rooms. It made me feel anxious, not being able to see within the spaces since the glass was thick and impossible to see through. It was also deathly quiet, the tension practically strangling me of all oxygen.

But, realising the one who could relieve my fear was standing right beside me, I asked meekly "Why is it so quiet here?"

Kanan urged me forward as he explained "The rooms are soundproofed, so you won't be able to hear anything happening inside or outside those walls."

"So where is everyone then?" I quizzed.

"Well, these rooms are for detectives only. Some of them may be working on small cases, such as thefts or pickpockets, while others are working on more severe situations like murders," he continued as we finally stopped in front of door that read 'Lothal Police Force, Officer Kanan Jarrus, squad #AM1511.'

"So then what are you?" I asked as Kanan unlocked the door and let me in. "I mean, you used to do patrols like the other field police until you took on the case with Mutton-chops."

Kanan smirked slightly as he stepped into the room behind me and closed the door. "Well I'm usually on light duties like routine patrols and such, but I'm one of their only fully qualified and trained detectives these days, so that's why I get my own office and other benefits."

Scoffing, I quipped "They must have really been running out of qualified detectives if they had to get Kallus to work with you then."

Kanan chuckled slightly at my comment, which in turn made the tension unravel from my own muscles. "As much as I wish that were the case, Kallus is actually a highly trained detective too," he spoke. "Usually he's the lead officer in charge of interrogations, but he only gets called up for the big cases. I don't agree with all his tactics, but he does have a way of finding… results, I guess…"

My expression hardened when I heard that last part. Something Max had told me once sparked in my mind, but it seemed I was having a horrible memory today…

Shaking the thought out of my head, I glanced around the small room and analysed every detail with a keen eye. It was only a simple set up. A desk to the right. A few filing cabinets here and some other bits of equipment there. There was also a big board standing behind Kanan's desk, different lines and bits of paper stuck onto the material in a collection of information. But my curiosity quickly turned to distaste when I realised it was the findings on the Spirits case.

"Hey, you don't mind if I just duck out for a second do you?" Kanan asked suddenly as he straightened the creases out of his uniform and adjusted his collar. "I'll only be gone for a few minutes. Are you okay with that?"

My brows furrowed slightly. Personally, the last place I wanted to be alone at was here, but telling Kanan so would sound childish, and I was just too stubborn to admit it. So putting on some fake confidence, I smirked and replied sarcastically "I'm a big boy Corporal. I don't need you to hold my hand or anything."

Seemingly buying my ploy, Kanan nodded his head and headed out the door. "I won't be long," he called over his shoulder before he shut the door. "And don't touch anything!"

I rolled my eyes and made my way over to his desk. I jumped into his comfortable chair and spun around in circles, before snooping around everything else on the bench. There was nothing really that interesting to look at. I couldn't make sense of the papers, and when I glanced at the Spirits Investigation board, I was relieved to find they hadn't made much progress… yet.

But the thing that did attract my attention was the three photo frames placed to the side. I picked them up carefully and examined each one.

The first was of a teenage boy and an adult woman, who I identified as a younger Kanan and his adoptive mother. They looked happy… at peace. It was sad to think Kanan's mother had died so tragically.

The next one was of Kanan and Hera standing outside of a newly primed and polished Ghost. There was a sign to their right that read 'SOLD' in big capital letters and the building looked more commercial than worn in like it did now. Again, they both looked over the moon, Hera hugging Kanan fiercely as their laughter remained frozen in the picture.

I smiled, and shifted my attention to the last frame. In it held a family portrait of Kanan, Hera, Zeb and Sabine. Zeb was doing bunny ears to Sabine while Hera and Kanan had their hands on the kid's shoulders that stood below them. They all looked so joyful, like none of them had a single worry in the world. They looked… like a family.

Maybe one day I'd be on there with them…

I was about to put the frames back in their place when there was a loud bang at the door, startling the living daylights out of me. Not a moment later the door burst open and someone stepped into the room. "Jarrus, I have the report you were-" the officer froze when his gaze settled on me.

I stared back at him with wide, petrified eyes, my body as tense as a bow string. My eyes quickly scanned over him as I took in his blonde wavy hair and beard, contrasting against his fair skin. Sky blue eyes watched me carefully, and deep navy ones returned the gesture intensely.

"Oh…" the man started awkwardly once he'd snapped back to reality. He rubbed the back of his neck with a chuckled as he apologised "Sorry for scaring you young one, I thought Officer Jarrus was in here."

"He went out. I'm his foster son," I blurted blankly, still a little on edge.

"Oh!" the man's face brightened. "You're Ezra, right?"

My brows furrowed suspiciously and I growled "How do you know my name?"

"Kanan told us he had a new child under his care. He told me a lot about you," the man explained warmly.

My expression loosened ever so slightly, and I quizzed "I'm assuming good things."

"Of course," he laughed. "He described you as very energetic and… what was the word he used again… uh… oh, right! 'Strong-willed' he had said."

I smirked and replied "That sounds about right."

Stepping forward, the officer made his way to the front of the desk. I glanced up at him from my position in the chair, street instincts almost taking over again as he held up a folder and explained calmly "I just came by to drop this off. If you could let Kanan know I got everything he needed in this file then that would be much appreciated."

I tilted my head curiously and replied "Uh… okay."

He smiled warmly and placed it in front of me, before turning to walk away. But just before he got to the door, he glanced over his shoulder and spoke "And, Kanan told me about your trust issues."

I blinked at the male, unsure how to respond to such a comment.

But with a gentle smile, he inclined his head and added "I just want you to know that, if you need to trust anyone in this world, Kanan is the best one."

I stayed frozen for a few moments and watched as the officer continued forward. Just when he was about to leave the room I called out "Wait!"

He turned around and gave me a puzzled look, before I asked "You know my name… so what's yours?"

He bowed his head and introduced "My name is Obi-Wan Kenobi."

I smirked and replied light heartedly "Unusual… but, cool name."

Obi-Wan grinned and gave me a gentle wave, saying "It was a pleasure meeting you Ezra."

I returned the wave and smiled, before the officer closed the door behind him and left silence to fill the small office. After I'd recovered from my second positive interaction with a police officer today – not including Kanan – my attention flickered to the folder resting in front of me.

But I almost jumped out of the chair when I realised what it was titled.

'Spirits Investigation: Raid Delta: Strategy Ambush #015: CLASSIFIED'

I practically leapt onto it, about to rip it open and read through its contents when I suddenly hesitated.

It was a strange force, urging me away from the documents. I frowned. Here was an opportunity to get a head start, protect my people, save them from possible tragedy, and yet something in the back of my mind willed me not to. What was it?

Then it dawned on me. Kanan.

I looked at the photo frames to the side and was suddenly hit with a wave of conflicting emotion. Guilt was swelling the more I considered looking through the file, knowing that it wasn't for my eyes. Like for some reason, betraying the trust of the police I didn't care about would be like betraying the trust of my guardian. The one policeman who saw something more than a street rat in me…

And then I remembered the Spirits. The ones I had pledged my life to protecting and caring for. They were my responsibility, and my loyalty as the Phantom still laid with them.

So I bit my lip nervously and quickly scanned the room in search of any security cameras. Once I knew I was in the clear, my twitching fingers carefully opened the file.

Inside I found a range of different papers. Many I couldn't understand or were too detailed for me to decode, but there were a few pages that caught my attention the most. One was Max's record, with everything about his life they had recorded. Which, wasn't much considering he flew off the radar when he was nine, but this also made me extremely nervous.

They were twigging on. The Ghoul's identity was compromised.

But it was the last five pages that really made me anxious.

I scanned through them quickly but it didn't take a genius to know what they were. And I knew immediately it could mean life or death for many of our Field Spectres.

My first instinct was to take the papers and show them to the Founding Spectres, but then I realised it would be too obvious if I straight up stole them from the file.

I needed to copy them somehow, but how could I-

My gaze settled on the photocopier in the corner of the room.

Perfect.

Kanan's POV

I raised my fist to the door reluctantly and took a sharp breath. Here we go.

Knock!

Knock!

Knock!

There was a silent pause, before a strong voice called "Come in."

I grasped onto the handle and opened the door, entering the sun-lit office and facing the woman behind the thick, wooden desk with a stern posture. "Sheriff, Officer Jarrus reporting," I stated boldly.

The woman smiled and waved me over, her piercing blue eyes following me with amusement as I approached. "I-I just want to apologise," I stuttered hastily. "I didn't mean to be so late, Sheriff."

"Please Kanan," she replied. "Call me Ahsoka."

"Right, sorry, Ahsoka," I corrected myself awkwardly. Taking a seat in front of her, I explained swiftly "The reason I'm so late is because I was working things out with my foster son last night and we both kind of slept in and I know it sounds stupid but I was really happy that we talked it out because he almost never acknowledges me as his guardian and-!"

Ahsoka raised her hand to cut me off, saying "Kanan, it's okay."

I blinked once, paralysed in shock. "Really?" I quizzed.

"Yes. Don't worry about it, okay?" she assured warmly. "You've been cracking down on this investigation the moment you got it, and you deserve a little rest bite. Today you can just go on some simple patrols instead of working on the Spirit Case. Kallus and Kenobi will handle it for today. Don't stress."

My shoulders slumped in relief as I released a pleased sigh. "Thank you Ahsoka, I really appreciate this."

She smiled warmly, before gesturing to the door and saying "You take it easy today. We can't have our best detective getting worked into the ground, now can we?"

I returned her smile and rose to my feet, nodding my head in gratitude and heading back to the door.

"Oh, and Kanan," Ahsoka called out. I glanced over at her curiously as she added "You'd better go talk to Kallus before you go. He's been fuming all morning."

My eyes widened. "Damnit!" I exclaimed as I shut the door and bolted for the interrogations room.

"Kallus is gonna kill me!"

*Gasp*

What was in the folder that Ezra wanted so desperately? What is it that Kallus has revealed? When am I ever going to stop crying over Rogue One?!

All questions that will be answered… in time ;)

So guys, I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and tell me what you think's going to happen. I'd love to hear your predictions!

Have a great day, and I'll see all your lovely faces tomorrow for the next update! Next stop, Remember Me! :D May the force be with you, always!

-Superherotiger

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