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They needed a friendly spaceport—Kallus doubted patching would suffice. Hera and Kanan followed. “We’re in the Lothol sector. Garel has decent parts,” Kanan said. Hera frowned, “The sector’s swarming with Imperials.” Silence filled the room for a moment. “How bad is it?” Kallus asked. “Pretty bad,” Sabine answered, followed by Zeb.
Kallus looks around the room, hesitating, “Kallus, do you happen to know a place where we could touch down, without a problem?” Kanan crosses his arms and raises a brow, “My family owns a small Repair Yard in a remote area of Garel.” He confessed with some hesitation.
He hadn’t talked much about his personal life, his life before the Empire; he especially didn’t talk about Coruscant or his family. Truth be told, they’d never asked, and it wasn’t something Kallus felt the need to talk about. “I didn’t tell them anything when I became a fulcrum, especially. I didn’t want them to be targeted. Now, I’m unsure what’s become of them, or if they even know if I’m alive.” He stared at Garel on the map.