Kanan felt like a grain of sand being swept away by the desert wind.

His fall had been broken by falling smack-dab into the middle of a sand dune. After digging himself out, he stumbled blindly through Dantooine's endless desert, sand scratching at his bare skin and wind tearing at his desert clothes. He had no idea if the Imperials would come after him. He doubted it. They may have terrible aim and horrible strategy, but they weren't stupid.

Especially some of the higher-ranked ones.... They're incredibly smart....

Kanan shook the thought away. He had to get back to Dev and Ezra, and then they had to get off Dantooine. It wasn't safe here anymore.

Thanks a lot, Collette. What in the Force's name were you thinking, Kanan? You know better than to get involved, even just slightly, with anyone on this blasted planet!

It was too little too late now for regrets. He had put his sons in danger. He had to get them out of it–before it was too late.

A strong gust of wind knocked him off his feet and he tumbled down a sand dune. When he stopped rolling, he pulled out his comlink.

"Dev? Ezra?" He called frantically.

His apprentices answered immediately.

"Kanan, what's going on?" Ezra asked, panic in his voice. "There's a Star Destroyer over Dantooine!"

"How did they find us?" Dev fretted. "I don't get it! We were so careful–"

"There's no time to explain. But I need you to grab any belongings we're going to NEED and get to the ship. Can you track down my comm signal and pick me up?"

"Probably, but–" Both boys chimed at the same time.

"Great. Please hurry, I'm currently getting beat up by sand. May the Force be with you." Kanan cut the connection before he had to deal with any more protests. Damn teenagers.

Then he heard the voices.

"Search in every direction! I want him found!" Came the order. "And turn your lights on!"

"Sir yes sir!" Repeated six identical voices.

Okay, so maybe they were stupid.

Kanan got up and started to run through the sandstorm.

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"What the hell do you think is going on?" Ezra shouted across the room as he stuffed their hidden stash of credit chips into a bag.

"No clue! But it's not good!" Dev yelled back, throwing half-fixed weapons and contraptions into his bag. He grabbed another empty sack and dumped all his tools and spare parts in it. He had spent the past three years working in mechanics, developing and testing technology and weapons, out of shear boredom that had turned into his favourite hobby besides cooking. He was NOT about to leave all of his work behind. Besides, perhaps the rebellion would have a use for it someday, if he ever got the chance to return to it. "But I don't want to get stuck with the Empire again!"

"I agree, man. Got all the tech?" Ezra called.

"Yup. You got credits and weapons?"

"All our lightsabers and blasters, check. Including your new saber. What else do you think we'll need? I've got my few personal things."

"Same here. Let's hit the kitchen."

Five minutes later, the tiny cargo bay of their small ship the rebels had given them was stuffed to the brim with food, survival supplies, weapons, and spare parts. The boys ran through the small hovel they had lived in since leaving the rebellion, searching for anything else they needed to bring with them. Kanan had given them no clue as to how long they would be on the run again, or where they would even go from Dantooine, so they had to be prepared for anything. The two apprentices met outside a bedroom door, the room they had so dreaded going into. After all, their memories were in there.

"We have to," Dev broke the silence.

Ezra nodded. "Let's do it."

Together, the two Force-opened the door to Kanan's room. The Jedi Master had always stored his lightsaber in Ezra's room for easy access in case of emergency, but so far, that was the only belonging of Kanan's that the two teenagers had stored aboard their escape ship.

Dev and Ezra were silent as they opened one of the few drawers Kanan had as storage space.

Ezra winced. Photographs of his cre–no, they were simply the Ghost crew now, they weren't his crew anymore–littered the drawer. He picked one up. Chopper placing a blue paint canister above his bunk as he slept. He remembered that day like it was yesterday. That was the day Kanan had told him that they had to leave the rebellion to protect everyone they loved. He dropped the photo back into the draw instantly.

Dev sifted through the pictures slowly, watching Ezra's reactions. His brother sometimes smiled or laughed, but most of the time he looked close to tears. One picture, of Ezra holding his first lightsaber up in the air, grinning crazily, made both of them wince. That lightsaber was one of Ezra's first real moments as a Jedi, and it was gone, destroyed on the Executor. Ezra had managed to create a new one using some of Dev's spare parts and an extra Kyber crystal Kanan had been keeping–needless to say, Ezra had been thrilled to find out that he hadn't needed to watch the Grand Inquisitor kill Kanan in the Lothal Jedi Temple in order to get a crystal in the first place–but it was a plain, normal green one, without the built-in blaster and the signature style of Ezra's old saber. There was pictures of Dev too–lots with his father, or taken when the young Jedi wasn't looking, but a few with Mel too. Dev's heart panged when he thought of his best friend, the girl who had been like a sister. She had been murdered by the Seventh Sister after they had first been captured by the Empire, her death a punishment for their disobedience. How his life had changed in an instant.

"We need to bring these," Ezra said suddenly.

Dev didn't answer, just scooped the piles of photos up in his hands and stuffed them in a shoulder bag. He opened and shut all the rest of the drawers, finding them all empty.

"His Jedi Holocron," Ezra said suddenly.

"You find that. I have something else to get."

Taking a deep breath, Dev pressed a hidden panel on the wall. It lit up in a blue glow, scanned his hand, and then slide open. Ezra's eyes widened. "How long has that been there?"

"I installed it the first day we were here. You were still sleeping," Dev teased his brother. reaching inside.

"Haha. What's in—" Ezra stopped and swore in shock. "Is that.... How did you?.... No way."

Dev gingerly took hold of their old clothes and tossed Ezra's jumpsuit to him. The surprised Padawan caught it and held it up in disbelief.

"After we got our new clothes for our disguise here, I couldn't bear to throw these away, but I knew it wasn't safe to keep them in a closet. So when Kanan was out exploring, I built this secret vault, you might call it, and hid our clothes in here. We have ours and Kanan's. Might as well have 'em."

Ezra grinned and stuffed his jumpsuit in his backpack. "Thanks, Dev."

Dev smiled. "No problem. Did you find the Holocron?"

"Yeah." Ezra spun the glowing blue cube between his fingers. "I guess we can go now."

"Yeah." The pair was silent for a moment. Dev broke the silence. "Dibs piloting!"

"Karabast!" Ezra laughed. "I'll co-pilot."

Together,  the two raced for the ship. Aboard, Dev flipped switches and prepped for takeoff. 

"Call me crazy, but I'm actually going to miss this place a little bit." Dev said. 

"Same," Ezra replied. "But I'm still going to call you crazy."

Both teenagers chuckled as Dev lifted the ship off the ground and into the sky. An old song floated through Ezra's head, one he had heard off the Holonet one time. 

One night, and one more time

Thanks for the memories

Even though they weren't so great

The song used was Thnks fr th Mmrs by Fall Out Boy. Who else loves them?! -LRUF