I'm so tired and I wanted to get this chapter up before I went to bed so nobody has Beta'd this chapter yet. So please excuse any mistakes that may have been made throughout this chapter. They will be edited once my Beta reader can read them! Its also relatively short and sort of a filler chapter... I promise there will be more next chapter! And thank you in advance for reading!
"Here are the meds," Said the Medical Droid as it placed a small bottle of pills in Hera's hands, "One pill when he feels pain. Should relive him of pain for about six hours. No more than four times a day. Its written on the bottle."
"Thank you. And thank you, Ahsoka," Hera said, looking from the droid to the Togrutan standing next to it, "Please tell Bail I said thank you for letting us use one of his med Droids."
"I will. I hope Kanan's recovery goes well. I wish you luck." Ahsoka put a hand on Hera's shoulder before turning and leaving with the Medical Droid out the front hatch of the Ghost and out into the grasslands of Lothal. Once Hera saw Ahsoka and the droid enter Bail's ship and take off, she closed up the hatch and went to tend to Kanan.
Hera found Kanan sitting up in his bunk, hunched over so he won't hit his head. He was sitting cross-legged and facing the wall at the foot of the bunk. It looked like he was trying to meditate. Hera was about to turn back out of the door so she wouldn't disturb him, but a voice kept her where she was.
"Hey," Kanan said, turning his head to look at Hera.
"How are you feeling?" Hera said, walking over towards Kanan.
"I've had better days…" Kanan said, rubbing his hands along his crossed legs.
Hera smiled sadly. She slipped off her boots, taking a seat across from Kanan, facing him. She crossed her legs and then took his hands in hers.
"We will get through this Kanan," Hera rubbed her thumbs over the top of Kanan's larger hands, "Yes, it's a bump in the road but we've been through plenty of those."
"But I'm useless sitting here. I can't help with missions, I can barely stand up to go to the bathroom on my own without worrying that my legs or arms are going to cramp up or go numb," Kanan said, looking down at his and Hera's intertwined hands, "I'm just as useless now as I was when…" Kanan paused and looked away from Hera as he remembered what the Inquisitor told him back on the Imperial ship…
"Tell me, Jedi… How did you survive Order 66? Hm?" The Inquisitor began tauntingly. Kanan felt his anxiety rise as he tried to keep the gruesome flashbacks down.
"It was your master Billaba who laid down her life for yours. Do you remember her last word to you? Her last and final breath before she died?" The Inquisitor got closer with every sentence he let out. Kanan's breathing quickened as he desperately tried to ignore the Inquisitors words.
"You do, don't you?" He added as Kanan tried to steady his breath.
"You see it in your sleep…"
Kanan shook his head, as if the Inquisitors words would be shaken from his mind.
"You hear her voice when you wake…"
Kanan squeezed his eyes shut in a fight with his tears.
"Tell me Jedi, what was her last word to you?"
Silence fell upon the two for a moment…
"Run…" Kanan breathed out, the memories from that horrifying day beginning to seep into his mind.
"And does your loyal and precious crew know you ran as your master fell?" The Inquisitor continued on despite how desperately Kanan wished he would stop, "Abandoned her and the Jedi Order when they needed you most?"
Kanan's face grew grim, an anxious frown plastered on his face.
"What do you think your Rebels would do if they knew their leader was a coward?" the Pau'an put together the pieces to Kanan's lightsaber, igniting it as he continued, "You're even afraid of your own power. You don't have the courage to wear your Force saber out in the open."
The Inquisitor swung the blue bladed saber in front of Kanan's face. Kanan quickly pulled his head back, pushing it against the head rest behind him in an attempt to keep the blade from cutting his nose.
"Let me tell you something, Jedi. You're right to be afraid. You couldn't save your Master then, and you can't save your followers now."
Kanan's frown got tighter as the inquisitors words set in… He didn't want to believe a word the Pau'an said…
He wasn't a coward, right? He was only following his masters orders… right?
"Kanan?" Hera asked, looking into Kanan's eyes. They were distant, locked in a memory that could have been one of two things. He didn't even notice when Hera removed her hands from his.
"Kanan, do you read?" Hera asked once more, waving a hand in front of the ex-Jedi's teal eyes. Kanan was shaken from his memory and brought back to the real world. He stared into Hera's concerned, green eyes.
"Are you ok?" She asked, voice clam in tone.
"Yeah… I'm fine… just… sorting through some things in my head." Kanan lied, not wanting to worry the Twi'lek with all the stuff he had gone through the past few days.
"You usually don't space out like that… You sure you are ok?" Hera pushed a little further.
"I promise. I'm ok, Hera." Kanan said, this time looking her in the eyes.
Hera dropped it, knowing not to push Kanan too far to quickly or else he will never open up to her.
A short silence fell upon the two, being broken by the sound of a loud yell and bang from outside in the hall.
"Karabast… Chopper!" the deep voice of Zeb could be heard through the walls. Some thudding of footsteps and the mechanical laughter of Chopper could be heard not too long afterwords.
"You are going to clean this up!" Zeb said sternly. Chopper grumbled out some beeps.
Hera sighed, swinging her legs over the side of Kanan's bunk.
"I better go see what's going on." Hera pulled her boots back on before standing up. She tapped the tips of the boots against the floor to readjust the fit before she walked over to the door. As the door opened, she turned to Kanan.
"Get some rest, love. The rest of the crew and I can handle things." With that, she exited out the door. It quietly hissed shut behind her.
"What happened?" Hera's voice could be heard from across the hall in Ezra and Zeb's cabin.
"Chopper decided it would be a great idea to mess with the magazines in our room, again. He knocked down a project of mine with it…" Ezra said, holding a partially ripped magazine in one hand and a small handful of different metal pieces in another.
Chopper let out a few more laughing beeps before using his small little pincer hands to rip the magazine from Ezra's grasp. He took off out the door and down the hallway towards the common room.
"Chopper!" Both Zeb and Ezra yelled, following after the small droid who was flailing the magazine in his hand.
Kanan could imagine Hera sighing softly and placing a hand on her temple. He chuckled a bit before readjusting himself into a laying position. He closed his eyes, allowing sleep to take him but not before the thought about how happy he was to be home went through his mind.
Copyright for the flashback goes to LucasFilms and Disney, as the Inquisitors lines belong to them. I only wrote out the descriptors myself.