One day, you were just scrapping by; a kid stealing food to survive, trying to make a living in the planet of Lothal, and the next one, you were travelling with a group of revels—the ‘Ghost Squad’, as they called themselves. Not only had you aid this peculiar group on its missions against the Empire, but you had also found out you were force sensitive.

Kanan was—and still is— a little reluctant about training you, a kid whose background wasn’t ideal for the traditional Jedi training. In his opinion, you lacked a key quality for any padawan willing to train; discipline. Kanan had decided to postpone lightsaber training, and rather focus on what you believed to be the bane of your existence; hours, and hours on end of meditation.

So little were you allow to do, that it began deeply frustrating you. You resorted to the one person who had been nice with you from the beginning, Hera. Zeb wanted to cursh you with his fists, Chopper was probably planning your demise, and Sabine, she was pretty, but still treated you like a kid.

“Everything alright, kid?” Hera turned around from her seat on the Ghost’s cockpit. “I see Jedi training with Kanan isn’t being all you expected?” she smiled, giving you that distinct motherly look “Look, you just gotta give him a bit of time, he’ll see what you’re capable of eventually.”