#ithorians

She grabbed Kanan’s hand and bolted down the aisle, but he yanked her back.

“No! Stay by the wall!” he said, wrapped Hera in his arms and pulled them tightly into the corner.

The rumbling amplified. The deck of the Ghost jumped up and the squeal of rusty metal screeched overhead. Hera looked up to see the crate she’d opened sliding down at them. She must have dislodged it with all her shoving.

It hit the stack of crates on the other side of the narrow passage, but that didn’t stop its descent.

“Kanan, look out!”

He ducked down and put up his hand defensively just as the container wedged itself into the narrow gap. The shaking waned, but the crate crept lower with each fading jolt. Kanan and Hera kept their eyes on the heavy container suspended over their heads. Bit by bit the floor ceased to shudder and the Ghost went quiet. Their eyes were glued to the container, but it was firmly stuck....

It wasn’t until then that she realized they were still holding onto each other. Her hands flexed where they rested around his waist and Kanan’s hand shifted on her shoulder. The space between the crates grew quiet.