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It was always different in space. The Force was always there, even in the deep of it, but not like this. Focusing on Lothal had meant spending much more time planetside, and at first, the difference had felt almost overwhelming. They always touched down in open plains, far from the major settlements, and yet these were teeming life, that energy running through all of them, a cacophony after the void Kanan had grown accustomed to in his meditation. He'd settled down near the base of one of Lothal's distinct, cylindrical hills, about ten meters from the Ghost. It was nearly silent, aside from the occasional rustle of wind through the grasses, and it would stay this way, until he reached out.

There was the bright sunlight, warming the soil, weaving into the tall grass. There was the dark of the mines, cold pressed earth and sharp mineral deposits, that he felt even several hundred kilometers away. There were packs of lothcats racing along the hills, insects crawling through the soil. There was a flock of edgehawks, tearing meat from the bones of a lothrat. There was all of this, and between it –

And within him –




No. There was something else. A song, soft enough that it could be the wind, yet he can feel every piece of its harmony, vibrating through him as though he were calling out in that same pitch. Something he hadn't felt in a long time.

Kanan opens his eyes. He presses his right hand to the ground, and then shoves himself up, heading back in the direction of the Ghost.