Kanan looked up from his seat. His contact was late. He was growing less and less patient. He was currently biting down on his tongue in effort not to bolt out of his chair and run to the Ghost. He tasted his own blood in his mouth. Hera was being tortured. He could feel it through the force. It was maddening. He felt like a padawan again. He had been helpless to stop Hera from being taken, like he had been helpless with Master Bilaba.

He would not be helpless again now. He would save her. But how had it spiraled so far out of control? What happened?

He was going over the data he had on the attackers. There wasn't much.

They had been in a Cantina with their new information that the Fulcrum had sent them to retrieve. It had been plans for some super ship. Kanan had glimpsed the plans in the Cantina over Hera's shoulder. If they were real he doubted anything the two of them would do would help anyone. There would be a lot of death, everywhere.

He had been thinking about the gruesome details while he was nursing a virgin something drink he had ordered. He looked up to see that Hera was giving him a 'talk' and looked pretty annoyed that he wasn't listening. He was about to answer when he noticed two hooded people in the corner of the cantina. He remembered the hoods from their drop off site. He silenced her with a kick under the table.

'We're being followed. Your 6 o'clock.' Hera's eyes became alert. Her eyes were searching his, looking for something.

'We need to get back to the ship, quickly. Can you make it?'

'Why wouldn't I be able to make it?' She looked pointedly at his drink. 'Really? Hera. We talked about this. I have it under control.'

She sighed and rubbed her temples.

'I can't right now. You aren't more important than the galaxy.'

'I didn't say I was!' He replied angrily. She was starting to annoy him.

'You- Shit. They're closing in.' She stood abruptly.

'Move. Now.'

Kanan looked up and used the force to trip two passing rival bounty hunters into each other. All living hell broke loose. Hera had anticipated his move and was standing in front of him on her way to the door, Kanan at her heels. The door slid shut behind them with blood spewing everywhere, shouts, and fire power littering the Cantina.

The two walked quickly in silence from the Cantina towards the hangar bay. They needed to get out and quickly. They scurried into the main hangar hub relieved. It didn't last long.

They had barely made it from the door to the checkout kiosk when they were sprayed with bullet fire. Law Enforcement either fled or hid and civilians ran screaming. Kanan was already firing back while Hera took cover behind a trash bin. Kanan felt a ripple in the force as a silver oblong ship descended directly above Hera.

Kanan turned and ran towards Hera but he was cut off by a pepper of fireshots. He ducked behind several shipping containers and returned fire. Hera was firing back but she was pinned. Her back was at a wall and she was surrounded. She couldn't even go up. He shouted in the comms at Chopper.

He yelled her name and she turned towards him. He motioned toward the ship rapidly descending towards her. She looked up at him and then back to the ship. He watched her as they both came to the same realization. He shouted but she shook her head mutely. She calmly unclipped her data pad and shot four rounds at the edge mid throw giving it the momentum it needed to land at his feet.

There was a break in the firing and he tried to move closer to her. It wasn't close enough though. He watched her get shot with enough tranquilizers to take down a bantha. As she fell he saw something silver shoot from her hands before his feet. He bent down to pick up the data chip she used to contact Fulcrum and her Comm. She knew she was done for. These people were professionals.

He looked up as a cloaked figure bent down and picked up Hera's limp form. It was sickening. The hands were definitly human. They trailed up her body making Kanan want to vomit. His fingers trailed up her face and then backhanded her. He was ensuring she was out. She didn't move as her head ricocheted off the ground. She was down. Hera was down.

He felt anger course through his body causing his hands to shake and things to explode around him. The robed figure barely seemed to notice. He lifted her over his shoulder and climbed up the ramp bringing Hera aboard his ship. Kanan recorded as much as he could. He could hear Chopper frusterated yells in his comm and in Hera's small comm clutched tightly in his hand.

He wanted to pull out his concealed lightsaber and attack. She would never forgive him though, even in death. He needed to get the data chip from Fulcrum to the contact before the deadline. Hera would be furious if he missed it. If- When he got her back she would never forgive him of he missed it. Especially not with what he saw on it.

He spent most of his life fighting, running, and hiding. He had never been able to afford the luxury of sleep more than two hours at a time. He had never been anything more than just surviving. He eventually forgot what it meant to be comfortable. With Hera he could wake up without feeling the deaths of his entire species every morning when he woke. And now he was forced to sit and watch his peace, his center be flown off unconscious in an unidentified ship knowing he would have to leave her to deliver the plans to the contact.

The contact slid across from him. He took a moment to identify her. Now that she was sitting he could see expensive shoes beneath the ratty snelly robe. It covered all of her features save two escaped brown curls. He leaned forward murmuring

'Wookie Poncho' and tucked the two curls behind Senator Organa's wife's ear.

She was even more beautiful than Kanan remembered. He had seen her when he was young at the temple. She had always stopped and smiled at the padawans, whereas most politicians pretended they didn't exist. She wasn't supposed to be the contact which meant Fulcrum knew Hera had been taken.

He handed her the drive under the table. Senator Organa's wife should be home with her little girl not making seedy exchanges in dingy dives on core worlds. She stared at him for several seconds waiting for him to speak. He said nothing. He couldn't. He was too raw right now. He wasn't sure what would come out. She was about to stand up when she paused.

'We have everyone looking for her, Mr. Jarrus. We'll get Hera back. I swear.' She smiled kindly. One of the only kind living faces from his youth. He nodded mutely and she departed. He took the time to follow her till she was safely on her ship and flew safely out of the area, then he radioed Chop.

Time to catch these Fuckers.