Not too far from the academy, Kanan Jarrus, Imperial Knight, stood in Governor Pryce's office at the Imperial complex. Governor Pryce, a tall, powerful woman and the governor of Lothal, stood with her back to him, fuming with anger.

"Your last mission was a complete failure, Jarrus." Her voice dripped with ice. This was strange for her; the Governor was often very polite and kind, even to her associates. Kanan wouldn't have been surprised if, after they captured the rebels, she invited them to a nice dinner before they were publicly executed.

"Our crates were stolen, our property was destroyed, and the rebels escaped." She turned to face him, revealing the anger in her eyes. The look she gave him could've stopped a Rancor in it's tracks.

"In all fairness, Governor," He began. "The attack was called in last minute. If we had known sooner, they never would've escaped."

"Do not make excuses!" She took a deep breath, calming before she continued. "We have taken these insurgents far too lightly. Next time they strike, you are to do everything in your power to capture them. And remember, I want them alive." She turned away from him once again. "You are dismissed."

"Yes, Governor," Kanan said before turning and walking out of the office.

Maketh's eyes snapped open, her breathing was heavy. She knew she must've dozed off. The dream had ended on Coruscant, but she found herself on the Phoenix, the rebel crew's Corellion Corvette, safe. She had been dreaming she was with her father, or rather, watching her father being killed at the Empire's hand after being framed for a murder. Her father, Senator Tua, was a good man - a great man - who was killed in cold blood. She resented the Empire for that.

Besides the hum of the holoclock on the wall, the cabin was completely silent.

Then the door opened. She looked up to see it was Kallus, one of the other crew members. The firepower.

Kallus was a tall and strong human male Coruscanti with straw blonde hair, brown eyes, and sideburns.

"Are you alright?" He asked, his voice was laced with a Core Worlds accent.

"I'm fine." She assured him, even though it was a lie. "Just... Dreams."

He frowned. "It's more than that." He came to sit next to her on the bottom bunk. He stared down at her, fixing her in his gaze. "You were dreaming about your father again."

She let out a quick, angry sigh. "Can't you just let it be?" She snapped, her normal attitude returning.

He leaned back slightly, a smirk appearing on his face. "Alright Your Majesty."

She scowled up at him. That was his nickname for her, one she earned for acting like a queen when she was first brought aboard, giving orders and snapping at anyone who defied her. "Would you please stop calling me that?!"

"Fine, if you tell me what's going on."

"Ugh! You are so frustrating!"

He stood up. "Yeah, I've heard that before." He offered her his gloved hand, which she took. He pulled her to her feet and smiled down at her.

"Why don't we go get something to eat?"

She smiled, nodding. "Let's."