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Sidious grinned as he felt Kanan Jarris's life melt into the heat of the explosion. He hit the connecting button on his chair, sending scavenging droids down after the body.Yes the fool had died, but now he would serve him. Progress had been made in the years following the clone army. An army that had needed the whole original. Today all that was needed was a large portion and it did not have to be fully alive. Now only the blood flow was needed. The dark lord sighed. It was a shame the irritating boy had gotten away, but beggars could not be choosers. Then again if it was successful, the boy...

While on the ship, Sabine couldn't stop thinking about Kanan. She thought everything was sexy about him. (A/N: Sorry for that poor word choice!) From his long hair to his personality traits, it's सुरक्षित to say she definitely had a crush on him. After she joined The Rebels, she even developed romantic feelings for him. She wasn't sure how HE felt about her, but she was sure he was either A. Not looking for any romance. या B. Secretly involved with Hera. Either way, Sabine would be OK with just a friendship between herself and Kanan, and wouldn't hold any grudges against Hera if he WAS romantically...

The smell of death and destruction hung over the ruins of the royal family of Lasan's palace. It had been less than a दिन since a bomb went off destroying the building, part of the Empire's attack on the planet.
Part of a stone दीवार moved and a bloodied and battered figure crawled out. It was a Lasat male, young and a member of the Honor Guard द्वारा the remnants of the armor and uniform that clung to his injured muscular frame.
Coughing, the Lasat tried to stand and found out his left leg was broken.
"Karabast!" he whispered in a deep but pleasant voice. The pain was bad and it took all his willpower...

Two days had passed since the attack on Lasan. Garazeb Orrelios sat head in his hands feeling a sadness that made him almost sick. Just hours before despite his injuries, he buried his parents under graves of debris from his family home. Each piece of stone felt like a stab into his broken heart. He lay between the graves and cried until there were no और tears left, only a numbing sadness.
All of a sudden Garazeb heard the sounds of a ship flying overhead. He thought the Empire was coming back and he grabbed his bo-rifle ready to kill anyone that approached.
This ship was a small freighter...