#old jho

 {Attention unidentified fighter you are entering Lothal’s air space. State your business!} {This is Fenn Rau of the Protectors and my business is my own. Unless you want to take it up with my superiors back on Mandalore be my guess.} Lieutenant Evans turned to his superior. “Sir, the scans confirm he is from Mandalore. Should we contact his superiors sense he won’t state his business?”

 Admiral Konstantine turned pale, he knew the Mandalorians were not one to be trifled with. “Ehh, No Lieutenant let him through but tell him he will greeted by Minister Tua.” {Captain Rau you have permission to land. Proceed to bay fifteen in the capital station you’ll be greeted by a local official.} {Very well then. Rau out.}

 Rau sighed in frustration, he was hoping to have some privacy. When an encrypted message was sent out to the members Cuy`val Dar he was asked by the senior members to check it out. The message was vague, it only said to come to Lothal and talk to Old Jho. He would have to play it safe and see what this Old Jho wanted.

“Ahh, Captain Rau, I am Minister Tua. It is an honor to meet you. Let me be the first to say Welcome to Lothal.” The Minister was lean woman with tan skin and blond hair. She looked like a decent person, but Rau hoped Tua wouldn’t be accompanying him too long. “Yes, thank you Minister you as well. I’m sorry to be a bother but could you tell me where I can find an Old Jho?” Tua seemed to perk up in recognition.

 “Oh yes, Old Jho is the owner of a cantina in Jhothal. Its only few hours away.” Well this won’t take long as he thought it would. “And about being a bother its no trouble. We Lothalians are a people of community and hospitality. I’ll provide you with a speeder and let the other officials you are a servant of the Empire. This way we’ll stay out of your hair.” Ah, she’s one of those. “Thank you Minister I’ll be on my way now.”

 Old Jho’s Pit Stop remined Rau of the clone run cantinas. Especially with a gunship nose and pair LAAT/I wings mounted above the entrance. Approaching the bar, he cleared his throat to get the Ithorian’s attention.

“Afraid we don’t have any Mando brews if that’s what you’re looking for? Names Jho I own this lovely abode.” “Unfortunately, no. I’m Fenn Rau and I would like to know how you got hold of our secure channel?” Old Jho hands him a bowl of tea. “A dear friend of mine was one of your commandos. Gave me your lots frequency in case we got desperate.”  Rau snorted into his tea. “Let me guess you got desperate.”

“Not in the ways your thinking but we have a bit of a life or death situation.” “I don’t know how much I can help but if it involves one the Vod I’m in.” Rau was curious over this supposed life and death situation. From what he's seen of Lothal it shouldn’t be that bad. As long if it doesn’t involve Saxon or the Empire he was pretty much game. “The Sumars can explain better then I could. Their farm is not that far from here.” Gulping his tea down, Rau paid the bartender and made his way to the Sumar’s farm.

 Lothal was an odd place, the culture seemed to be almost nonexistent, it was bit unsettling. It seems the Empire has its hooks hear too. Maybe the commando wants to desert and needs off this rock? The lack of information was giving him headache.

 True to Old Jho’s word the farm was not that far. Walking up to the homestead he was greeted by woman. “Hello, you must be Fenn Rau? I’m Marida Sumar, Jho said you would be here soon. Please come inside, my husband and I will explain everything.” Entering the homestead Rau was introduced to Morad Sumar.

 “Sumar I would like to know how you got hold the Cuy`val Dar frequency, what exactly is this life or death scenario?” The two Lothalians were guiltily wringing their hands together. Morad cleared his throat. “Our friend Mira married a clone commando during the clone wars, he helped our planet when the Republic ignored our pleads. When the Republic turned to the Empire, they decided to speak out, which it will be three years ago.” “If your asking me to break the-” Rau was cut off by a frantic Marida “No! No! No! That’s not what were asking for. You see they had a son called Ezra and recently we found out that Tseebo another friend wasn’t taking care him like he promised.”

 Rau had unsettling suspicion on where this was going. “And how recently did you find out?” “You have to understand, we have our employees entire lively hoo-” Rau interrupted Morad with a growl. “Where is he?” “I-In an abandon communication tower, outside of the capital.”

Old/New

Title: A New Path

Rating: Teen

Chapter: 3 of 16

Word Count: 5573

Relationships: Kanan & Ezra, Kanan & Hera, Mild Kanan/Hera

Summary: Kanan has been working and living with Hera and Chopper for a year now and things are good. They’re getting into a routine and comfortable with each other. He wouldn’t change anything about his life. But then a chance encounter on Lothal threatens to completely upheave his life, Kanan begins to wonder if he had run far enough from his past.

Author’s Notes: This is probable going to be one of my favourite chapters of the whole story. It's early to say that, I still have 11 more chapters to write, but so far it's my favourite of the five I have done.

 A people of hospitality and community his shebs. They abandon a child, crunching the numbers Ezra would be just under nine now. Under six when his parents were arrested. He’ll have to look at Ezra’s official records too be sure of age and past health.

 Arriving at the tower Rau noticed a speeder parked outside. Preparing for the worst, he drew his blaster before entering. “Old Jho?” “I take it you talked to Sumar.” Rau felt his headache turn to a migrane. “Was there a point for my wild mynock chase? Why couldn’t you just tell me at the bar?” Holstering his blaster, he glared at the Ithorian.

 “Too dangerous, especially with the imperials lurking around. It also gave me an opportunity to check your background and bring some food to Ezra.”  The Ithorian gestured to a small boy who he assumed was Ezra.

 “The Sumars knew from the very beginning of his predicament, I found out two days ago after Tseebo’s guilty conscience got the best of him.” Rau took note of Ezra’s appearance. He was nothing but skin and bones, with greasy hair. Dirt and grime cling to his body. What really made his blood boil was the blue-purple bruise blooming on his cheek.

 “He doesn’t have any other family?” “None willing to take him.” Watching Ezra wolfing his food down, he decided to help. “I’ll take him, give him better life hopefully.” Old Jho gave him what he guesses was an Ithorian Smile. “That’s great to hear, Ezra come meet Fenn Rau.”

 Ezra shyly approached him. “H-Hello, I like your helmet.” Noticing the collection of helmets, Rau chuckled.  “Hello Ezra, would you like to hold it?” Bony arms hesitantly took the helmet.

 Dull blue eyes widen with aww as they examined Clan Rau’s symbol.  Rau went to his knees to be eye level with the boy. “Ezra, I want to bring you back to my Clan.” Ezra scrunched his nose in confusion. “What’s a Clan?” “A Clan is a group of individuals who come together for a common interest. Their a family.”

Chapter 1: The Map (AO3 • FFN)

Ezra inherits a treasure map leading across the galaxy, and the only way off a backwater planet like Lothal is with a captain who has neither a ship capable of hyperspace nor a crew beyond her cantankerous droid. With the help of a new friend and the backing of a financier, they search for a capable crew to get them to the treasure ahead of the Emperor’s inquisitors.

In the midst of all of this, Ezra is realizing that the odd sensations he’s had all his life hint at something far greater, and he’s not the only one in this treasure hunting crew with that kind of power.

The front door swooshed open to admit a cloud of dust swirling through the streams of warm afternoon light, and Ezra grabbed the broom with a groan. The hooded customer to enter, however, stood right in the middle of the dust, making Ezra’s job much harder. His threadbare cloak had seen harsher climates than here on Lothal, and it hardly seemed fit to protect either the human underneath or the security chest he carried under one arm.

“Uh… can I help you?” Ezra asked.

The man looked in every other possible direction before finding Ezra under his nose. 

“A room,” he said in a strained voice; Lothal dust usually did that to a person. Ezra diligently scuttled behind the bar to grab a key card from the drawer only for the man to snatch it right out of Ezra’s hand without a word of thanks. Heading for the stairs, he muttered, “Don’t disturb me.”

“Wasn’t gonna,” Ezra muttered in reply. Old Jho’s Inn may have been the only inn in this sector of Lothal City, but it certainly wasn’t anything fancy. Some spacers came from rims closer to the core worlds with wild ideas of service. Like food brought directly to their rooms when the cantina was a staircase away, or morning wake up calls.

No one talk about old jho in rebels cell