They all went down to dinner in the Lars' small kitchen that was about halfway to the bottom of the hole.
"Hey guys! It's time for dinner!" Kanan yelled down the hole.
"We're coming!" Zeb yelled to Kanan as he ran up the stairs jumping over other step.
Ezra ran as fast as he could trying to catch up to Zeb but he just wasn't fast enough. Sabine tried to climb after Zeb and ended up losing her grip and falling down. When they finally reached the kitchen they found that Zeb couldn't even fit inside.
"Hahaha!" Ezra laughed watching Zeb eat his food sitting on the deck outside.
"What's so funny?" Zeb said to Ezra in a half yell.
"Does he have to answer that question?" Sabine asked sarcastically.
"He does have a point," Luke said before letting out a big laugh.
As Kanan sat in silence watching the kids make fun of Zeb and Hera talk to the Larses, he felt something. He felt that someone in the room besides Ezra and himself was very strong with the force. Meanwhile Zeb was getting fed up with the jests that Ezra was sending towards him.
"That's it! Take this!" Zeb hurling his mashed potatoes at Ezra who ducked. The potatoes hit Kanan square in the face, causing him to lose focus and Luke, Sabine, and Ezra to burst out laughing.
"Sorry Kanan!" Zeb nervously apologized.
Kanan said nothing and walked.
"What's his problem?" Luke asked Ezra.
"I don't know. He's not normally like this," Ezra replied watching Kanan walk down the stairs.
They ate in silence the rest of the time with occasional snicker from looking at Zeb. When they went to bed that night, Ezra found Kanan in the corner of their hangar-like room sitting down with his eyes closed. He waited until everyone was asleep to talk to Kanan.
"Kanan, what happened at dinner?" Ezra asked.
"I felt something. I felt that one of the Larses was very strong in the force. When Zeb hit me with the mashed potatoes I lost focus and couldn't find out who it was," Kanan responded.
"Oh well," Ezra said trying to end the conversation.
"Good night," Kanan told Ezra.
"Good night," Ezra said as he walked towards the biggest free space in the room.
Kanan sat in silence for a long trying to get the feeling he did at dinner, trying find who was the force sensitive one of the Larses. After a few hours passed he slowly went to sleep. Kanan began to see something, it was a Sith and a Jedi locking sabers. They both wore black and the Jedi carried a green lightsaber. Kanan looked at the Jedi's face and saw an older version of the boy he had met earlier that very day. Luke and the Sith fought on scooting on catwalks deflecting each other's blows. A laugh came from the background as their spectator sat in a chair watching intently as the two fought to the death. Before Kanan could see the duel's outcome he was suddenly awakened.
"Wake up, Love! We're leaving!" Hera shouted trying to wake him up.
"Give me a minute Hera, I just woke up!" Kanan yelled getting annoyed quickly.
He slowly got up, picked up a bag of credits, and walked out the door still clinging to the dream of the duel. He climbed up the stairs to the surface to see Ezra, Hera, Sabine, and Zeb all piled into Luke's small landspeeder.
"You coming or what?" Luke asked signaling to the passenger's seat while looking at Kanan who was standing completely still.
"Sorry! I'm just tired," Kanan half muttered.
He piled into the speeder as they sped off away from the farm. They rode for a long time through the desert. Ezra constantly made fun of Zeb who was on to top the rear thruster.
When they got close to the entrance to Mos Eisley and began to pile out, Kanan whispered to Luke, "Luke, you're destined for something much better than make it your goal to find it." The Jedi hopped out of the speeder as Luke pulled away pondering what Kanan had just told him.
The crew put on cloaks before they walked into the markets which they quickly realized was infested with stormtroopers.
"Kanan," Ezra whispered, "What happens if they spot us?"
"Probably nothing, they think we died in the crash," Kanan responded.
"We almost did," Ezra said remembering Sabine's dying body laying in the turret chair after the crash.
Kanan walked towards a building in the middle of the town's square.
"Hera, come with me. The rest stay outside and make sure no Imperials come in," Kanan ordered.
Ezra just nodded and looked up to see a sign that read Chalmun's Cantina. Kanan walked into the bar, Hera behind him, and spotted the bartender. As they made their to the counter they noticed all the strange and mysterious people in the room. Hera could see Kanan's eyes shifting.
"Hey buddy! Do know of anybody around here looking to sell a ship?" Kanan asked.
"Depends. What are ya' looking for?" The bartender said in a gruff voice.
Hera stepped forward and began to speak, "We are looking for a reasonably small freighter with a cloaking device in a great condition."
"Hmmm, that Rodian over there said he was looking to sell a Rigger if that's what you're looking for," he replied signaling to a small booth.
"Perfect. Thanks for the help," Kanan said as he and Hera walked towards the Rodian's small booth. The slid in next to each in the seat across from the man.
"Excuse me sir, but we heard you were looking to sell a freighter," Kanan said catching the man's a attention.
"Why yes. It is just down the road would you like to see it?" the Rodian said eyeing Kanan and Hera.
"Yes. We would love to," Kanan said somewhat suspicious.
They followed the Rodian out the front door of the cantina.
"Sabine, Ezra, Zeb!" Hera yelled to the rest of her crew, "Come on!"
The Rodian lead to a hangar that housed a large G9 Rigger its bottom wing folded up. It was very clean and looked like it had only been flown a few times before.
"It is in perfect condition. It was manufactured for the Clone Wars but never went into service due to the war's sudden end," the Rodian explained.
"It looks nice, but what's it cost?" Kanan asked.
"Around 20,000 credits," the Rodain said greedily.
As Kanan negotiated the price, Ezra noticed some stormtroopers who pointed at the group that stood in the hangar's doorway.
"Oh no," Ezra muttered, "Kanan just give the man what he wants."
"Why," Kanan said just as he saw the group of stormtroopers walking towards them, "You're probably right. Here's 20,000 credits. The ship is our's," Kanan said handing the Rodian the entire bag of credits and shoving him away. Ezra felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to see a stormtrooper. He grabbed his lightsaber and cut the trooper's hand off. Ezra watched the stormtrooper fall to his knees holding his wrist.
"Let's go!" Kanan shouted as he ran toward the ship.
They all drew their weapons and began to fire on the continuously growing group of stormtroopers. Ezra used both his lightsaber and his gun desperately trying to cover Kanan as he lowered the ship's ramp. Tons of troopers hit the ground due to the barrage coming from the crew's guns. Ezra deflected multiple lasers at once as he watched the massive amount of stormtroopers charge, he began both sword fighting and shooting at once. The hoard surrounded him as he kicked a stormtrooper's body off his lightsaber while shooting most of the others. Ezra used the force to hurl a box wiping out a large group of stormtroopers.
"EZRA COME ON!" Sabine screamed from the loading ramp. The rest of the crew had already gotten into the ship as Ezra fought on. He looked at the amount of troopers between him and the ship: there were around two dozen in his way. Ezra mowed down troopers with his blaster as they continued to try and bring him down.
"I can't make it just go!" he yelled while forcing back a squad of troopers and pulling another one at his lightsaber, cutting the trooper's legs off.
"We're not leaving you here to die!" Sabine yelled.
"It doesn't matter if I live or die! Well I'm not going to let you guys die!" Ezra shouted as a laser hit his leg but it didn't faze him. He shot the stormtrooper in the gut and sliced another one's arm off.
Hera began to fly away as the ramp went up. Sabine cried as she watched Ezra become overwhelmed by troopers. Kanan and Zeb walked up to here both of the very sad as well.
"Don't worry," Kanan comforted her, "He's not dead… yet."
So, what did you think? Probably gonna post the next chapter tomorrow at this time. And just so you know Marrok will come later in the story. Hint: Here comes Starkiller (figuratively)