the force was finicky. it was either on your side , or it wasn’t. destined to die , or destined to not. sacrifice pleased whatever mystical being there was behind those mysterious powers. the fuel depot was one of the many sacrifices. his master. his friends. his eyes. himself. though the force did some peculiar things.
allowing him another day was one for starters. he doesn’t quite know just how it happened , only that it did. kanan , winding up laying on the cold pavement at the bottom of the massive fuel depot , wicked reds and oranges whipped in flames. his lightsaber beside his feet. it only took a minute to regather himself , form a plan and get out of dodge before more imperials caught wind of the incident and came to check out the damage.
it took almost a solid day to get back to their base. mostly due to how far away they ended up , but partially because he had to keep dodging imps along the way. though when he arrived , nobody was there. no ezra , no sabine , no zeb. except one. overcome with such a strong feeling , he peeked into the cave. there she was : knelt down facing the wall.
❝ no memorial mural ? ❞ his throat hurt when he spoke , no doubt the result of all the smoke inhalation he had taken in while he was out cold. clearing it , he tries again. ❝ sorry i’m late. guess i took a little nap there for awhile. ❞ / @pilotsight.