KananPOV

"Hahahahahahahahahah! Oh, that's good. Cool." clears throat. I reach a hand out and pull a poster off a plant. It reads: 

Wanted         Kanan Jarrus,

Dead or Alive                 Reward          10,000

"How cute, they just can't get my nose right!" I can't help chuckling to myself. Jet packs sound behind me. I turn and see a familiar face. Well not exactly a face - more of a helmet. I keep calm as I greet him. "Hey Boba Fett. I see you've been hired against me?"

"Enough of your games Jarrus. I have a job to do."

"Oh Boba," I laugh and shake my head slightly. "such a shame. We could've been friends!" I dodge a blaster bullet and ignite my lightsaber. "So sorry about this!" I run at him as he continues to shoot at me. He lunges at me, but I slide under his legs and before he can turn around, I stick my lightsaber into his jet pack. It took off, launching Boba Fett into the air. I look up at him and wave my hand. "Toodles." And with that, I skip away, whistling a strange: dun-dun-dun, dun, dun dun, dun, dun dun. A blaster shot goes right by my head. I smirk. "You always were a terrible shot. Way better with a lightsaber." Footsteps sound behind me. "Caleb, you son of a-"

"Whoa, whoa, Kyle. Calm down! Also- I'm assuming you kidnapped Hera?"

"Anything to make you angry."

I smirk. "Oh Kyle." I shake my head. "Ha ha."

KylePOV

I hate my brother. He's so annoying! He sounds like dad so much! "Ugh!" I pout at him. And what does he do? Caleb just smiles at me. "Don't pout. You're not 3 anymore, though you act like it."

I can't stand him. "We're the same age, Caleb." Karabast. "Can we please get to business?"

"Sure." His face darkens, his voice becomes a growl. "Are you here for the bounty on my head? Sato already set Boba Fett after me, it didn't work."

I sigh. "Why do you always think I'm tying to kill you?" I have been trying to kill Caleb since we were 6 years old. He somehow always escapes, I wonder if it's any different now that we're both 28 years old? It doesn't matter what happened in the past, at least not to me. But I'm not here to kill anyone, much less him. I need his...ugh. I can't even think this sentence... I need his...help! There I said it. I need my brother's help. "Caleb..."

"Kanan."

"Huh?"

"My name," Caleb glares at me. "is Kanan Jarrus!" He seems so angry. I wonder what's wrong. Caleb is so peculiar. I'll play is game for now. "Oh, okay sorry. Kanan Jarrus I need your h-h-h-he-help." Caleb-no-Kanan raises his eyebrow. He is so AGGRAVATING! I hate him SO MUCH! Oh who am I kidding! I love him! "So you want my help Kyle?"

"Yesssss Kanan."

He burst out laughing. Then he ignites his lightsaber. I take a step back as he glares at me. "So where is she?" His voice gets louder. And angrier. "WHERE IS HERA!?"

"Your girlfriend's at my lair."

He looks so concerned. "But she's okay, right?" I take notice of how he didn't object to Hera being his girlfriend. I can't help but feel a twinge of jealousy about this.

KananPOV

I notice how when I don't object to Hera being my girlfriend, Kyle's eyes get darker. Jealous. He pauses, then replies, "She's fine. I left her with a big furry tiger. Think it was a Lasat." He smirks. "Like Cal's master!"

I groan. Why is that the first thing that pops into his mind. His mind is a traumatic place. Weird things pop into it, time from time. Like that one time he found a pretzel under his bed. He called it ice cream, and ate it. And I don't even want to know what popped into his mind when he saw Hera. Whatever it was, it was probably dirty. He looks at me, seriousness in his eyes. "Caleb. Meet me at the café on Attalon. 8 am in the morning. Don't be late." He then turns, then stalks away. I want to call after him: "There's an 8 am in the evening too? Am means morning, you don't have to say 'am, in the morning!'" but I know better than to make him angry. Being a victim of his murder sprees from anger, and hatred, I am not too eager to experience another one. I sigh. I guess I have to meet Kyle there.

ZebPOV

I sit at the table with a cup of caff in my paw. Hera sits across from me, in her hand a cup of coffee. She slides her finger along the rim of the glass. Kyle skips in, I mean literally skips. He stops at the table, putting a hand on Hera's shoulder. She doesn't seem to notice. He looks at me, smirking. "So you took the drink. Good for you! Want any sugar or cream or salt in it?"

"...salt?" I am super confused. What kind of maniac puts salt in caff?

"Yeah salt! I'll go get some for you!" He runs to a cabinet. I turn to Hera. "Salt?" She smiles. "Ky can be a bit crazy."

"A bit crazy? More like: really insane - wait. Did you just call him Ky?" Hera blushes and turns away. Then it hits me. She likes him. I don't mean: 'hey, he's cute. I think I have a crush!' I mean: 'do you believe in love at first sight?' I stare at her. Kyle comes back, holding some salt. He sprinkles some into my caff. I take a sip and almost cry. It shouldn't taste this good. He takes a seat next to Hera. I'm sure that if I looked under the table, I'd see his hand on her thigh. Kyle puts his arm around Hera. She leans into him. I realize that Hera's feelings might not be just one-sided. I don't want to imagine what this would mean for Kanan.