Foreword

Hey Kanera/SWR fans! I've recently switched over to A03 where I've been uploading this story so far, but figured you guys deserved to see it too. I like the formatting over there a lot better though so will be updating each chapter there. Every new section I'll post up on here for your viewing pleasure as well but tune in over there for more frequent updates.

Had a blast writing this one! Review and comments much appreciated!

Part 1 - Heat

"You can have this one," Hera said, pointing at a room near the front of the ship. "Works for me," Kanan said nonchalantly. He threw his small bag of clothes on the bunk and turned around to face Hera in the hallway.

"Is that all you have?" Hera asked. "Uh yeah, I travel light," he said casually. "Where are we going next?" Kanan asked. Hera shrugged. "There are some scrapyard planets in the Outer Rim that could be useful to get supplies from. This ship won't sustain itself; we need fuel and repairs. We could also do with a droid to help maintain the ship."

"Bah, a droid can malfunction. What are you gonna be able to scrap together anyhow? I take it you don't have a lot of credits and droids with a good personality don't come cheap."

"We don't need one with a good personality, just one that can get the job done," Hera replied.

"Alright then, let's set course for Tatooine. They have a good black market there for spare parts," Kanan said. Hera thought for a moment, fingers tweaking her pretty chin. "And they're not Empire friendly either," Kanan added as if that might be the kicker for Hera.

"Uh sure," she said as she turned on her heels, heading for the cockpit.

"Hey, that's it? We're just gonna ship out of here like that?" Kanan said, hurrying after Hera. "She turned around and crossed her arms. "Yeah, got a problem with that? The evil of the Empire never rests and we shouldn't either."

"Riiight..." Kanan mumbled as the door to the cockpit slid shut. By the time Kanan got back to his room, he felt the ship ascending smoothly into the night.

Kanan shielded his eyes as he stepped out of the Ghost. They didn't lie about the binary suns on Tatooine, they really did shine bright. Hera trooped out after him, walking with purpose towards the town center. There was nothing for hundreds of miles in either direction, but the town area was busy, and there were a bunch of moisture farms setup around the perimeter to keep the people hydrated. Kanan had to pick up his pace to keep up with Hera. Both of them had drooped capes over their heads to shield their appearance. "What's the plan? Do you have credits to bargain?" he said under his breath in her ear. "We need to figure out who's who first," she retorted.

Hera led them to a scrap dealer on the fringes. Zito was a rat-like species with small narrow eyes. He eyed her suspiciously as she approached. "Do you have any flux converters and power cells for trade?" Hera asked. Kanan still marveled at Hera's voice. It was melodic and beautiful. Zito's features softened at her tone but he shook his head. "Sorry miss, only pod racer parts here," he said. "You'll need to try the Hutts over at Mos Espa, they have all the spare parts you need."

Kanan frowned. The Hutts were infamous slavers with no mercy. He hoped they could get their parts without needing to deal with the Hutts, but it didn't seem to be that way. Hera was already on the move towards the other side of town.

"Hey Cutetails, slow down, will you! You have no idea what you're getting involved in." Hera slowed down and turned to face him.

"Well why don't you tell me then," she said irritably. Kanan put his hands on her shoulders and chose his words carefully. "Listen, I'm just looking out for you. The Hutts are not known for their honor and will just as soon throw you into a Sarlacc pit as give you what you want. When we go there, we need a plan and a way out too."

Hera shrugged off his touch but her expression betrayed her appreciation for Kanan's concern. "What do you have in mind?" she asked coolly.

"Okay, here's what we're gonna do," Kanan began.

Hera didn't like following other people's plans. She had learned most of what she knew from being out in the field on her own, and she liked it that way. Relying on others had tripped her up too much in the past, which was why she was confounded when she heard herself agreeing to Kanan's crazy plan. If it was anyone else's suggestion, Hera would've said no in an instant but somehow she believed him when he said it would work. Maybe Kanan was using Jedi mind tricks on her. On second thought, she doubted it. Kanan only used the Force in the most desperate of situations.

As they came up on the den of Gardulla, the Hutt, a tingle of nervousness and excitement ran through her. She had to remind herself that she hadn't been doing this for long and these feelings of anxiety were natural. She glanced back at Kanan who was deep in thought. He didn't look it, but she knew he was capable of miracles. Just having him on her side put her mind at ease but she wouldn't let him know that.

"Alright, I'm going this way," Kanan said. "If all goes well, we'll rendezvous here in twenty." Hera nodded and set off. These parts better be premium quality, Hera thought. They were taking an awfully big risk trying to procure them.

Kanan gulped as he watched Hera sneak off. He trusted that she could handle herself but that didn't stop him from worrying for her. No time to dwell though, he had a part to play. Kanan walked slowly up to the entrance of the Hutt den. Two Gamorrean guards came up to greet him before he could get through. The pig-like creatures were no nonsense and they brushed him down quickly and efficiently, taking his blaster. A small wave of Kanan's hand made sure the process was expedited. Once they thought he was clean, they grunted their approval. "I'm in," he whispered to Hera through his comlink as he brushed past the guards.

Kanan didn't bring his lightsaber, but that was nothing new. He couldn't even remember the last time he took it out of his bag. The light from the saber would've been useful here, Kanan thought ruefully as he entered a long hallway that got progressively darker.

At the end of the hall, a large room opened up with some dimly lit lamps in the corners. The Hutt den was gloomy and clammy much like the creatures it was named after. A number of outer rim species hid in the shadows, quiet in conversation. Slaves meanwhile were forced to serve meals to guests and perform exotic dances. Kanan spotted a few Twi'leks among the enslaved and felt a bristle of anger. He forced himself to keep focused on the task at hand.

Gardulla, the Hutt sat at the very back of the room. She was extremely large, twice the size of Jabba, and her tail curled around one of the pillars supporting the den. Whatever Kanan did, he wanted to be as far from her as possible. Her stench filled the entire den and he didn't want to know what she'd do if she found out what he was up to…

"You there, the one with the hood, come forward," a deep booming voice called out. For a female Hutt, she sure had a masculine voice and it was unmistakably calling for him. Kanan moved out of the shadows and bowed low before the Hutt. "Mighty Gardulla, it is a pleasure," he said as confidently as he could manage. "What business do you bring?" she boomed back. "I… I don't bring business, I'm just here to observe your beauty," Kanan said uneasily.

Gardulla laughed, a deep throaty, cough-like sound. "Har, you're funny. Come," the Hutt commanded. Kanan didn't have a choice, he walked right up to her and stood next to her enormous serpentine body. "You'll make a fine water bearer," she said, licking her lips with a grotesque slobbering sound. As her tail was about to wrap around him, he sprang into action.

He jumped up high and pressed the first detonator as a mini explosion went off near the ceiling, dropping debris on Gardulla. The Hutt recoiled in anguish and managed to avoid most of it, but a big dust cloud gathered and Kanan used the opportunity to take out two of Gardulla's guards before they could react. Making the most of the chaos erupting around him, Kanan made a beeline for the exit hallway. He pressed his comlink as he ran: "Hera, go, go!" he said breathlessly.

Detonator number two: the second explosion took out a support pillar on the left side. It wasn't aimed to hurt anyone, and instead it funneled everyone in the room together. Band players, slaves, common folk, everyone was crammed together and the Hutt's guards were having real trouble getting through. Kanan was ahead of the chase now. He raced down the hallway as he readied the last detonator.

He pressed the third button, and it clicked but nothing happened. He clicked it a few more times but it still wouldn't respond. Damn, he mustn't have secured it, Gardulla had got to him too fast. He stopped abruptly and held up two fists as a pair of burly guards couldn't slow their pace enough and ran straight into them. He chopped another one down right after, and the three stacked bodies formed a makeshift barricade. It'll have to do, Kanan thought.

He zipped out of the hallway and right into the unprepared Gamorrean guards. "Howdy," he said cheerily as they slowly raised their weapons. Two swift punches later, and both guards were knocked out cold. "I'll take that back, thanks," Kanan quipped as he reclaimed his blaster from the belt of a fallen guard. He could hear the chasing pack closing in behind him. Better hurry, Kanan thought as he wheeled around the corner and jumpstarted a free speeder parked on the sidewalk.

He whipped the vehicle around, and shot it past some startled parts dealers towards the checkpoint he had agreed with Hera. As he approached the rendezvous point he realized that Hera was nowhere in sight. "Hera, what's your twenty?" he whispered urgently. "Hera?!" he repeated again. Kanan whirled the speeder bike around. Something must've gone wrong, he thought. Without a second's hesitation, Kanan was flying right back towards the Hutt den. If he had to fight off all Gardulla's men, so be it. He was not going to leave Hera behind.

Kanan whizzed the speeder through the busy marketplace. Dealers and shoppers alike scattered to avoid his path leaving a cluttered path of metallic debris in his wake. Behind him, he could hear the whirr of other speeders on his tail. Kanan made a sharp left and headed back towards the den from the rear side.

As he came close, the crowd thinned, and he could make out the scrapyard of Gardulla, the Hutt, where Hera went searching for supplies. To his relief, he saw two guards face down in the dirt already at the entrance. He pulled his speeder over and hurried inside. There were a ton of various odd metallic objects here and there, many of which he couldn't identify. As he delved deeper into the scrapyard, he heard a loud drill-like sound and what sounded like a hammer pounding at metal.

At the very back of the room, he found Hera wielding a drill and hammer. She was trying to free a room of prisoners. There were two Toydarians, a Rodian and a small orange colored Droid that looked worse for wear locked behind thick metal bars. She was on her knees with her back turned and didn't seem to hear him coming.

Kanan ran up to her and tapped her shoulder. He nearly got the drill in his face as a result. "Woah, woah," Kanan exclaimed. Hera's eyes widened in surprise. "Sorry, I didn't know it was you," she said. Her eyes narrowed though once she got her bearings back.

"Wait, what are you doing here? I thought you were going to handle the Hutt's people," she said testily.

"I did," Kanan started. "But you were supposed to meet me out there ten minutes ago, so I came looking for you."

Hera rolled her eyes. "Kanan, I'm doing fine, but we need to get these people out of here," she said.

A loud clang rang out behind them at the entrance to the scrapyard followed by many shuffling footsteps.

"Hera, we have to go," Kanan said. "We have to go now."

Hera shook her head. "I'm almost through this bar. I'm not leaving until I let these prisoners out," she said defiantly as she began drilling again.

Kanan heard the footsteps getting closer and closer. He tapped Hera's shoulder again. "Hera, there's no time. Did you at least get the parts?"

She pointed at an assortment of junk pieces strewn on the floor next to her, eyes never leaving the bar and the task at hand. Kanan began scooping them up and hiding them in the folds of his cloak. The footsteps were very close now.

"Look out!" one of the Toydarians yelled as a blaster bolt aimed for Hera narrowly missed her. She barely flinched before desperately trying to hammer the bar out. It was weakened, but refused to budge.

Kanan couldn't take this anymore. He grabbed Hera's hand despite her protests and pulled her aside out of the line of fire. "Hera, listen to me, we can't do this now, not with those guys shooting at us. We'll find another way," Kanan said urgently.

Hera's eyebrows contorted angrily. "Why did you come back for me? If you hadn't led them back here, I'd have had more time to break them out," Hera shot back.

"We don't have time for this here," Kanan said. "Let's just get out and we'll discuss this later."

Hera scowled but nodded in defeat once three more blaster rounds whizzed by their position. Kanan shot back with his own blaster, but missed.

"Let's go this way," he hissed, pointing towards the leftside of the scrapyard. They made a run for it and huddled behind a large bank of sharp metallic wings.

"Is there another way out?" Kanan asked.

"No," Hera said, firing a couple of blaster rounds.

"Stay here," Kanan said as he put a firm hand on Hera's shoulder. He leapt up and clung to a conveyor of rotating gears hanging from the ceiling. Blaster bolts narrowly missed him as he spun high in the air. From his vantage point, he could see everything.

Hera was huddled in the top left corner of the scrapyard. Three different goons were shooting at her from the right. Unfortunately, far more were trooping in from the main entrance up the passage way. The guards were mostly Gamorrean but there were some humans and an insectoid species he didn't recognize among the assailants.

In order to get to Hera, the guards had to walk around a big metal cylinder that churned out large metallic disks. The whole chamber was built around it, and if he could somehow take control of it, he could probably create a big enough distraction that they could slip away.

Kanan leapt down from the rotating gears, and headed straight for the middle cylinder. The disks it churned out would fly out very fast but they all ended up in neat little piles in a corner. He kicked the metal filter hoping to dislodge the mechanism keeping the disks orderly, but it didn't budge.

He did however spot a pressure regulator higher up on the cylinder. He took aim, and fired one perfect shot that overloaded the system. The cylinder immediately started malfunctioning and shook violently. The disks were still coming out, but because of unregulated pressure, they were losing their order. Kanan shot the guards who got too close to Hera's position but otherwise could do nothing but wait and see if this thing would blow.

All of a sudden, the filter erupted and disks started flying out towards the right side of the scrapyard. A bunch of guards were hit by them and their yells echoed throughout the chamber.

Kanan ran back to Hera from the left-side of the scrapyard, untouched from the disks, and beckoned her to follow him. She ran for it, and they fled down the passage way. Luckily, most of the guards had already come into the scrapyard and were now left dealing with the enormous mass of flying metal disks. The slackers still on their way in were gunned down by Kanan and Hera as they shot their way out.

They burst into the light and made a run for it into the main market area. Kanan threw his cloak over Hera and took her hand as he led them past the same parts dealers he'd ruffled on his way in. They turned a sharp corner and huddled in the opening of a moisture farm for a few seconds.

Two guards ran right past them but no one else followed. A large tower of smoke wafted up in the sky. Kanan breathed a sigh of relief.

"Let's get outta here," he whispered. Kanan turned around expecting to find Hera but instead he saw just the back of his own cloak as she scurried away from him back towards the Ghost.

It took Kanan twenty minutes to get back to the ship. He had given Hera his cloak when they first got out of the scrapyard and that meant he had to take a much more circuitous route to avoid detection. He wasn't sure why he felt compelled to give her his cloak, but he justified it in his mind as her being more striking than he was (not that he wasn't pleasing on the eye). He smiled to himself thinking back to the first time he saw Hera on Gorse – a magnificent flying figure of blaster fury and grace. As he ascended the ramp to the Ghost, he nearly ran right into the Twi'lek who was already prepped to leave.

"Where are you going?" he said, defiantly blocking her exit off the Ghost.

"Back for those people," she said simply.

"You get all the parts?" Kanan asked.

"Yeah you stuffed them all in the cloak. I have more than we need," Hera said, taking a few more steps down the ramp.

"Then let's get out of here," Kanan said. "It's too dangerous to go back there, we can't help those people. Let's get off world and go someplace safer."

Hera shot daggers at Kanan. Why was she so determined to help everyone she saw? These were people who just so happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, it wasn't their responsibility to right every injustice in the galaxy.

He would make her see reason.

Hera was disappointed. Kanan, the former Jedi, was advocating to leave people in need. This was not the man she saw fight through impenetrable debris on Cynda. This was the roughneck brawler out for himself who she wanted nothing to do with on Gorse. She made a move to slip by him on the ramp of the Ghost but he wouldn't budge.

"I'm not going to let you go," Kanan said, cutting off her escape. "It's a death trap, and you know it. Sometimes, you have to choose when not to fight."

Hera glared at him. "If you hadn't come back for me, they'd be free. You came for me, because you didn't trust that I could handle myself."

Kanan bristled at that accusation. "I came back for you because I care about you. Because I didn't want to see you get hurt."

"If I had left you, yes, you may have been able to free them, but you wouldn't have been able to make it out on your own. Knowing you, you'd sacrifice yourself to help those guys escape and I'd have lost you. I can't... I won't allow that."

Hera softened at that admission from Kanan. She knew he meant well but she wished he'd stop feeling the need to swoop in and save her. She did however come to the realization that she needed him for this rescue and that meant changing her approach.

"I'm sorry, Kanan," she said, putting a hand on his shoulder. "I appreciate you having my back but this time you have to let me go."

"Those people are prisoners, Kanan, they have barely any water and will likely die. I'm not going to sit back and let that happen," Hera continued.

Kanan looked up at the sky, searching for something Hera couldn't see. He turned back towards her with a look of determination and solemnity.

"The galaxy is full of people in need. We owe these guys nothing. We wouldn't have even known they were there if you hadn't stumbled on them. I went back for Okadiah because he was my friend. I came back for you for the same reason. If we fight for every trapped and lost soul, we'll be fighting and risking our lives everyday with no end in sight."

Hera frowned and poked a finger at Kanan's chest.

"Look, it's not our place to decide who does and doesn't deserve our help. We are in a uniquely privileged position to be able to help others who can't help themselves. If we don't help them, no one else will - they will die in that cell. Is that something you can live with?"

Kanan sighed and looked away as if he were ashamed of what he was about to say.

"It's not something I want to live with, but I could if I had to. I've lost too many fights trying to protect those I care about. I have to know this is worth fighting for… worth losing for."

"This is worth fighting for," Hera said. "And you're not going to lose me. Besides, you can't stop me from going, so you can either wait here or you can help me."

Hera paused for a few moments but Kanan didn't respond or budge.

"Do you trust me, Kanan?" Hera said softly, taking his hand.

"Yes," he said but she could feel his uneasiness.

"Then do this for me," Hera implored. "Trust me when I tell you that this is the right thing to do."

Kanan looked so conflicted. Hera squeezed his hand a little tighter, and looked straight into his deep green eyes. He pursed his lips then exhaled in one long breath.

"Alright, I'm in. For you. Let's break them out," he said quietly.

Hera smiled and motioned at the ramp. There was hope for him yet.

Kanan ran as fast as he possibly could. Smoking debris was raining down behind him, and the angry shouts of a dozen guards followed him as he charged out of the burning wreckage. This was not how it was supposed to go, he thought ruefully. Hera was right behind him, leading the prisoners as they choked and stumbled their way out.

The small orange droid took up the rear, a blaster in each little arm as it shot back bravely. Kanan led them away from the market area, but they were making sluggish progress and he had to slow down to let them catch up. The Toydarians fluttered their small wings trying to keep airborne, but they were weak and couldn't do much more than hover and inch forward.

Hera was trying her best to support the Rodian, who had taken a hit to the leg that was hindering his movement. The small orange droid seemed lively though as it wheeled around providing suppressive fire. Every so often, the Droid would come forward and express concern for the Rodian's wellbeing. It was a loyal droid with a mean streak, Kanan thought. He and Hera could use one just like that.

Up ahead, Kanan spotted a narrow alleyway with some cartfuls of heavy pod racer parts. If they could get through it, he could tip the carts and secure a getaway. He stopped at the edge of the alley and guided the Toydarians through. Hera and the Rodian were next up, stumbling into the alleyway together. As soon as she was through, Kanan gripped a cart handle ready to push it over in a makeshift blockade. But it was too late. He saw a large human guard raise a shoulder-mounted ion cannon, an evil grin permeating across his face.

Kanan knew what was going to happen next and did not like it at all. A pang of regret hit as he realized he may have just led them all to their deaths. As the guard prepared to fire the cannon, Kanan closed his eyes and put his hands out. He doubted he had the strength to divert the shot, but he had to try. All of a sudden, a large explosion knocked Kanan off his feet. Pod racer parts flew in every direction.

Kanan opened his eyes again and saw a large wall of rubble made up of pod racer parts. Angry shouts emanated from the other side of the barricade. Ahead of him, he saw Hera and the prisoners huddled with their hands over their heads. However, what drew his gaze most were the charred remains of the droid in front of him. He picked up what was once its head, a bright orange panel with openings on its side for small metal arms. He read the small inscription on the top of its head – C1-10p.

Rest in peace, C1-10p, Kanan thought. Your sacrifice would not be in vain. He held onto the remnants of the droid's head like a fragile baby as he ushered Hera and the rest of the prisoners out of the alleyway to safety.

"I'm sorry about your droid," Kanan said as he wrapped the Rodian's leg up in bandages aboard the Ghost. "I'm Kanan," he said, taking a seat beside the blue-skinned bug-eyed citizen. "Tsokata," the Rodian responded in kind.

"C1 was a good droid," Tsokata began. "I fear though he won't be the same even if we put him back together." Kanan brought the orange head of the droid forward and placed it on Tsokata's lap. "He can still be fixed," Kanan said. "His logic circuits might not work perfectly again, but his core skillset is intact."

Kanan lifted the panel up to show some frayed wires that hummed and crackled but the whirr of the main cortex showed no sign of decay.

Hera walked into the room at that moment. She gave Kanan a beaming smile.

"The Toydarians are going to be just fine," she announced. "They've asked to be transported back to their homeworld."

Kanan smiled back in return. He turned towards the Rodian sat beside him. "Does that work for you too, Tsokata?" he asked. The Rodian nodded.

"Of course," Tsokata replied. "Thanks to you, we'll be able to finish our work on the new Astromech prototype."

Kanan offered the head of C1-10p again. "Won't you be needing this then?" T

sokata shook his head. "Keep him," the Rodian said, warmly. "He can be a token of our thanks for rescuing us."

"C1 and I have gone through a lot. All I ask is that I can extract his internal memory with the blueprints."

Kanan nodded his assent and handed the head of the droid over to the Rodian.

Tsokata picked it up and fished out a small memory chip from within the droid's internal workings. "There, I have it. C1 won't remember a thing if you get him up and working again."

"He's not the newest model, but he can do the job if you patch him up good. I have what I need here," Tsokata said, holding up the memory chip.

Kanan looked over at Hera. Her neutral expression turned into a smile as her eyes fell on the disheveled head of the droid in his hands. "Let's get you home," Kanan said as he put a supporting hand on Tsokata's shoulder.

"Kanan!" Hera hollered from the break room. She hated to admit it, but she was stuck and needed his help. The orange droid head sat on a table in front of her, she had a large toolbox too and the bottom half of the droid lay off to the side.

"What?" he yelled from down the hall.

"Come here, I need you to see something," Hera replied.

Kanan trudged out from his room with a scowl on his face.

"I thought you said you'd do it… That I was messing it up," Kanan said grumpily.

"You were messing it up," Hera shot back. "But I need to know how you configured the memory drive. I'm putting in the blueprints of the Ghost so the new droid can help fix the ship."

Kanan crossed his arms and glared at her. "So I did do something right then?"

Hera held up her hands defensively. "Yeah you did. But you scrambled Tsokata's spare parts and caused them to overload the power. I fixed that, but now I need to reroute the memory circuits."

"Well I don't know what you want me to do," Kanan said, throwing his hands up in the air. "It obviously wasn't working before when I was putting it together."

Hera patted the seat beside her. Kanan sighed and lumbered over. She pointed at a particularly complex bit of wiring.

"There," she said, expecting him to catch on immediately.

"What about it?" he said, confused.

"The memory bank, it's rigged up to the logic circuits but I don't know in what order," Hera said.

Kanan took her hand and pointed her index finger one at a time at the links. "A – B, A – B, A – B," he said.

Hera's eyes lit up. "Oh!" she exclaimed. "That's not bad, it actually makes sense!"

"Was there ever any doubt?" he said with a smirk.

"Yeah," Hera said. Kanan's smirk turned quickly into a scowl.

"Thanks though," Hera said, putting a soft hand on his shoulder. "You know, we wouldn't even have this droid if we hadn't gone back for those guys on Tatooine. You did great back there," she said encouragingly.

"Well it was your idea," he said, warming up. Hera met Kanan's green eyes with her own. Slowly, a smile began to spread across both their faces. Hera broke the contact first.

"I'm almost done here," she said, turning her attention back to the droid. "Can you grab me that winch?" she continued, pointing at a small tool in the box.

Kanan reached over and handed it to her.

"Thanks, you are dismissed," she said, shooing him away.

Kanan chuckled as he got up. "Acknowledged, Captain Hera," he said mockingly. Hera sent an errant punch which connected with his shoulder.

"Just yell if you need anything," he said, walking out of the room.

Hera smiled to herself and shook her head. What was she going to do with him?

"It's ready!" Hera said excitedly.

Kanan emerged from his room and hurried over to Hera. A small orange droid stood in front of them, powered down, but seemingly ready to go.

"What's that?" he said, pointing at a thin saucer shaped antenna on its head.

"Well, I had to improvise a little," Hera said with a shrug. "It wasn't broadcasting widely enough so I gave it a little boost."

"It looks weird," Kanan replied.

Hera looked indignant. "You look weird," she snapped back.

"Alright, let's see what this thing can do," Kanan said, reaching for the droid.

"Oh no you don't," Hera said, brushing him aside. "I put him together, so I'll turn him on."

"How do you know it's a him?" Kanan asked.

"Because I say so," Hera said, as she fired the droid up.

The lights on his main panel lit up, and the droid whirred into life. It spun around a few times, and waved its small metal arms in the air.

All of a sudden, the droid lurched forward and began hitting Kanan's leg. Kanan drew back and ran to the other side of the room.

"What did you do?" Kanan said, clambering up on the table to get away from the angry droid.

Hera looked confused. "I... I didn't do anything. I don't understand…"

Kanan tried to get back down but the droid had him cornered. "Turn it off," he yelled.

Hera moved towards it, but it waved off her attempt to power it down. The droid lurched up into the air and bowled Kanan over who fell off the table onto the floor.

The droid landed on top of him, and began hitting Kanan with its small metal arms. Kanan kicked the droid back, and it landed in Hera's arms. She struggled with it for a bit but managed to turn it off.

"You need to control your droid, woman," Kanan said, brushing off his tunic as he got up from the floor.

Hera was still sat up against the wall with the droid in her arms. "I know what we're gonna call him at least," she said with a chuckle.

"Angry robot of death?" Kanan asked.

"No, Chopper," she said with a grin.