@glitchexmachina

Rain battered against the hood of the cloak she wore as she made her way to the meeting point, a contact had given her in a whisper of a sleezy cantina.

The dark sky grumbled with thunder, setting the scene for exactly how she had felt. It had been barely a month since that day, the day her world changed. The men she was loyal to, the men who were loyal to her, men she had come to see as friends and brothers and not just tools. turned on her, shot at her ... the day Order 66 was executed.

Since then, she had been on the run, never sure who to trust, avoiding the patrols on the planets she visited, sneaking aboard ships to get to places, to get anywhere she could hide.

As the rain hit her, soaking through the cloak as she got to the meeting point, pulling the cloak around her tighter, making sure her weapons were concealed along with her face. Taking a calming breath to centre herself, panicking would not do her any good; all she had been told was to look for a food ship. which she had found as she neared it.

“Of course,” Ferus answered. How many times had he and the other Padawans—his friends—talked about the things that happened there, about the tests that would lead to the creation of their lightsabers? His Master, Siri, had taken him there when he was thirteen. She had left him in the caves to fight off his greatest fears—and although it had been terrifying, he had somehow maintained his calm. He made it through, and forged his own blade.

Then, in what seemed like no time at all, he gave up the lightsaber. Let it go.

But not entirely.

“I can forge a new lightsaber,” he said now, thinking how helpful this would be. “If I can get the crystals, I can do it again.”

Fandom: Star Wars Rebels

Summary: Kanan opens up about 66.

  It was time. Kanan had never told anyone about order 66. He sat down with Hera and sighed. "Hey love, how are you doing?"