Prompt:
(Y/N) is a Bounty Hunter, and Kanan is her target.

Not a Request ♥︎

She/Her❥

2nd POV

You believed it would be much harder to track down this allusive Jedi. You imagined he would be the hardest Bounty to collect over the years of hunting, and you've collected many bounties in your time, yet there he sat. You were almost disappointed that he had to be taken in— Dead.

Your bounty, by the name of Kanan Jarrus sat beside a young black haired boy; hands flying about as the two shared conversations. You admired everything nearby; the lightsabers hanging from the two's belts, the Mandalorian sitting in the cockpit alongside the Twi'lek. You remembered one more in their crew, yet you couldn't see him— the Lasat. He's the only one you were really worried about,

"Sparrow to Agent 7," you whispered into your com, "Targets in sight. I only have room to grab Kanan though."

"Copy that. I'll get your credits ready. Remember, bring him in dead. I don't want him alive," the man on the other side hissed; the com going silent.

You readied you're trusty rifle. It had never let you down before, and it wasn't going to now. Laying it alongside two stones, you aimed the dangerous weapon at the Jedi's head, ready to pull the trigger and get your credits that would inevitably feed you for weeks on end, not even mention the fuel you'd get for your ship,

"What the?" a voice towered above you questioned.

You pulled a knife out from your belt and swung without looking, nicking the speaker's calve. He grunted in pain and swung his arms down; knocking you out cold almost immediately.

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You awoke in a cold sweat, nauseous and alone. You were tied up to a bar in a dark room; no weapons in sight, "She was gonna kill you, Kanan! Her gun was aimed right at your head!" the voice from before spoke, obviously in a different room,

"Perhaps a Bounty Hunter then? We're all over those posters, it doesn't surprise me that we all finally got found," the voice, belonging to Kanan Jarrus commented, "I'll go talk to her."

You began to nervously claw at the handcuffs holding you to the pole, but to no avail. Yanking and tugging doesn't even help the situation. Footsteps began approaching the door, and as the door automatically swung open, you were met with the softest blue eyes you've ever seen,

     "I understand you have been sent here to kill us," he said, his voice like smooth velvet, "But I'm here to make you an offer you can't refuse."

      You didn't reply. You still had your sleek Mandalorian helmet on so he couldn't see the slight blush pricking at your cheeks. You rarely found your targets attractive, but this man? He was breathtaking. Honestly, breathtaking didn't even cover it. It's a shame Jedi can read emotions. He probably knows what you're thinking,

       "We know you. Your name is the Sparrow," he continued, pacing the room slowly, "We wish to have you join our crew as one of the Resistance. You have the skills to make a fantastic Rebel. In the end, the Empire will murder anyone who isn't wearing a Stormtrooper helmet, and knowing the Mandalorians, you won't pick up that trend, but with us, you may remain free."

     That peaked your interest ever so slightly, yet you knew if you abandoned this mission and left this Jedi alive, you would be hunted down like a deer to a wolf. His offer was nothing more than a pipe dream,

     "Why me?" you asked, your voice cracking from dehydration and tiredness from previously being knocked out, "And I'm sure the rest of your crew doesn't think so. I heard that Lasat talking about me."

     The Jedi rose his eyebrows and smirked, "One more reason why we need you! Prove them wrong, prove everyone wrong! Sure, paycheck to paycheck is nice, but money isn't everything when you're saving lives from the Empire."

       "What's that supposed to mean?" you cleared your throat and sat up a bit more, "You have enough fire power on this ship, what's one Bounty Hunter going to do?"

      The Jedi dropped to eye length with you, "You can shoot a gun, correct?"

      You make a 'mhm' sound, "You have an officiant success rate? Never been caught before until now?"

      Yet again, you agree with this charming Jedi. You couldn't believe you were even listening to him. Years before, you were ruthless and the moment you got a second with your target, you would've slit their throat in a second,

     "Take these cuffs off, and maybe we will talk about a deal," you finally decided, jingling the cuffs in annoyance.

       Kanan rolls his eyes but agrees, "Fine, but if you try anything, you'll be right back in them."

       "Such a change in heart?" you hummed as he force-removed the cuffs.

        You grabbed at your wrists in pain, "Thanks," you grumbled while pulling yourself up, "Where are we?"

"Lothal, ever heard of it?" he asked, turning heel and walking out of the room; you right behind him on his tail.

"Of course I've heard of it!" you growl through your helmet, "I'm not a hermit. I've been here a million times, maybe more."

He turned a smiled, "Good. We're smuggling supplies. You're good at smuggling things, right?"

"I should be smuggling your dead corpse out of here, so yeah, I'm good at smuggling things," you reply, getting annoyed with this, "Is this what the Rebels do? Smuggle?"

      Kanan ignored you as the two of you entered the cockpit of the ship. If looks could kill, you'd be dead. All the inhabitants of the ship, even the droid were exchanging looks about you,

       "We're almost there. Brace for landing," the Twi'lek commented while pulling a lever down which extended the ship's wings in a way where landing would be easier, "And you, Mando, better not try anything," she whispers, eyeing your newly retrieved blasters.

      You roll your eyes but don't reply. The younger Jedi, by the name of Ezra glared at the pilot, who you remembered by the bounty posters was called Hera, "Give her a break. If Kanan trusts her, we should too."

       "That sometimes doesn't work as you'd like it to, kid," the Lasat, Garazeb growled, "You almost put a bullet in his head. How do we know you won't just turn around and do it again?"

       You sighed and shook your head, "I'm not even fully convinced I won't, and trust me, piss me off enough, you'll be the one I take in," you poke his large purple chest, "Now Kanan talked me out of it, but my contact offered a lot of credits. Keep on this path and I'll be accepting those credits, and I don't miss."

      He growled deeply, spit flying out of his mouth and on your helmet; smearing across your window of sight, "Was that a threat?"

      Your hand lingers over the top of your weapon. You weren't stupid. This Lasat knocked you out with one blow despite your armor. He wasn't one to mess with,

       "Now hold on you two!" the Mandalorian, Sabine hissed, getting in between the two of you, "No need to mess this up. Now, Zeb get over here, and you... what's your name anyways?"

        You throw one more glare at the taller alien then face your fellow Mandalorian, "Call me Sparrow. Easier than Mando," you passive aggressively commented at Hera who seemed to not notice.

     Kanan rolled his eyes, glancing out the window as they landed, "Doesn't seem like the troopers have noticed us yet. This could be a slip in and out mission."

      Zeb grabbed his blaster and breathed, "It never is and never will be."

       You grab Kanan's shoulder and motion outside, "Can I speak to you for a second?"

      He nodded, "Hey Ezra, take the crew ahead to the coordinations. We will join you shortly."

       "Chopper and I will stay with the ship," Hera salutes her crew as they all piled out; Kanan on my tail.

     "What did you need?" he asked while closing the door to the room you two just entered.

       You scowled, "Kanan, I know you won't like to hear this, but honestly, this may not be the best mission for me. My contact was an Imperial General. If I'm spotted, I'll be targeted too."

      Kanan, with a spot of compassion in his tired eyes nodded, "You agreed to be a part of this crew. I understand not everyone is okay with it, but you're one of us and we will all fight for you now. If you are spotted, I would happily die for you. And I know they won't admit it, but everyone else would too as long as you're willing to do the same."

       You felt yourself go tense, "I've never had anyone watch my back before, and I've never had to watch anyone else's back. What's that like?"

       "Freedom, Sparrow," he gazed off into the distance, a small smile tugging at his lips as if he was remembering something, "I don't know anything about you, yet alone your name, but I know your heart is pure despite your past actions and intentions. The force is powerful and I know your heart is clean and pure."

       "(Y/N)," you whisper, "My name is (Y/N). And I don't know why, but you and your crew. You inspire me much further than just credits," you shake your head, "I'm in. I promise this time."

      Kanan smirks, "Well, (Y/N)," his hand creeps down slowly to yours; his pinky twisting around yours, "The force tells me something else about you too."

      Your heart begins to beat faster, "I don't believe in the force, foolish Jedi."

     He slowly reaches for your helmet, his hands wrapping around the heavy yellow armor, "What happens if I take this off?"

       "I'll never be able to hunt again," you whisper, slowly falling under his trance, "I'll be stuck with you guys forever."

       "Forever?" he hums, raising the helmet so your chin is revealed, "Now that's a long time to not bounty hunt and be stuck as low life Rebel scum."

     Finally, the whole helmet raised, and his eyes widened. He was taken aback by your pure beauty. Of course, it was against the Jedi Code to fall in love and have a relationship, but ever since he talked to you, your spunky attitude and reckless personality had him wrapped around your finger, but looks can help a bit,

       "You're gorgeous," he breathed, "I know, this isn't like me, but the force just drew me to you. I have to know— do you feel the same?"

      You nibble on your thumb, fully blushing now because of the fact you've removed your helmet for the first time in forever, "I do, yeah Kanan, but what if the Empire uses this to their advantage?"

     He rubs your bottom lip with his finger softly, "Trust me, nothing will come in between us. I'm a Jedi Knight, and you're a warrior that anyone stupid enough to fight with... well... let's just say I hope they can run fast."

     You nod finally, "Okay, silly Jedi."

      He pressed his lips against yours and sighed. Little did you know, Hera had her eye on you from the start and went to investigate when you asked to talk to Kanan alone, and when she witnessed the two of you smooching, she wasn't overly happy...

November 29th 2019
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