The Secret of Kanan Jarrus (ON HOLD)

"He's gone... they're gone! Both of them! At the best moment of their lives! They never got the chance to finish..."

"Hush, child," the small man said, "Calm your anger. Think about before."

"What good is that going to do! I'm trying to hunt a murderer, a monster, and that is going to help me?"

"Look deeper, harder, further... what do you see?"

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SEQUEL TO THE JOURNAL OF KANAN JARRUS!

Book 2:
A team is torn apart.

Chopper, the faithful and grateful droid, powered down in a corner, unresponsive to any situations. Zeb, alone and taking up a part-time bounty hunter job. Syana, consumed in sorrow, out on the street every night. Trying to make credits by selling her body. Keeping a secret hidden. Jelica, drinking her sorrows away. In the bar every night, wasting the little money that she has. Trying to not think about the last thing to them. Sabine, drowned in sorrow, painting the scene in different ways everyday. Trying to express and rid of the sorrow. The only time that she's not in complete sadness is when she's around Ezra. But even that's not able to happen anymore. Ezra, devoted to hunting down the killer. Captured by the Empire, tortured daily. Confined in a world of anger, rage, and sorrow.

Memories haunt them all. Memories of better times. But that will never happen again, not since the incident. The crew barely talks. They don't rebel against the Empire anymore, not wanting to risk what happened last time. The Ghost hasn't took off since the deaths. Sabine can't bring herself to think about rescuing Ezra, and Zeb can't either. They don't want to think about the good times.

Good times turn dark rapidly, and things happen to each one of them. Bad things. But bad can turn to good at some point, right?

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN STAR WARS OR ANYTHING JUST THE PLOT AND MY OC'S.
OH YEAH, UM... DARK THEMES IN THIS SO HAPPY PEOPLE BEWARE