Before I start I just want to say THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO REVEIWED AND STUFF. Also I still need ideas for the title...and I changed the cover what do you think? :D Sorry this is late! I had to do two essays and a project. Anyway on with the story:
"He seems alright...he might have a minor concussion and headache....sit still for me."
Hera smiled at the eager seven year old in front of her. He was practically bouncing up and down, a smile from ear to ear never leaving his face.
After Ezra awoke, Ephraim and Mira introduced him to everyone. At first he was a little shy around Zeb and Chopper, but after he warmed up to them it was like he knew them all along.
"But I get to go on a mission remember? And I get to shoot bad guys and-"
"No you get to stay here on the ship while they go on the mission and beat the bad guys." Ephraim said, smiling.
"Can I come, too?" Ezra asked.
"Maybe on another one," Hera replied, "This one might be a bit too dangerous for you."
Ezra pouted, "That's not fair." He said, crossing his arms.
The crew just laughed.
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Ezra sat on a crate in the ramp of the Ghost.
Waiting.
Kanan, Sabine, Mira, Zeb, and Ephraim went on a mission. Hera was at the cockpit flying the ship. Chopper watched over him.
The small droid just stared at him, waiting for Ezra to jump up and run around.
But he didn't.
He just sat, and waited.
It was getting boring.
Hera said he might be like that. He used up a lot of his energy jumping around as she checked him, and talking everyone's ears off because he couldn't run around. Then most of his energy was lost when Ezra fell.
Down the ladder leading to the ramp.
Again.
So Hera checked his head and put him to bed, saying that if he kept doing that he'd worsen his leg.
And break his head open.
And make it explode.
Ezra added that last part before going to sleep.
And waking up again.
And yelling at Chopper to tell Hera to put him in the ramp.
So he could wait for his friends and parents.
And so there he was. One hand holding his heavy bandaged leg, the other a juice box.
Jogan juice.
His favorite.
And so when the ramp opened and the boy suddenly jumped, he, in a way, jumped too.
"Mommy! Daddy! Bed! Sadime! Kamam!"
Oh yeah, another thing. The kid couldn't pronounce their names right.
"Secure the crates!" Kanan (aka. Kamam) yelled. Sabine, and Mira came running putting a crate in them.
"What's in it?" Ezra asked, curiously trying to lift the lid.
"Don't! Touch them." Sabine said gently swatting away his arm.
Ezra glared at Sabine playfully, who just returned the gesture.
Soon, Kanan, Ephraim, and Chopper entered surprisingly along with two other droids.
"Arth they frieends too?"
"More like stowaways." Kanan replied.
Suddenly the tall droid started speaking.
"I am C-3PO and this is my counterpart R2 D2. I was translating for Minister Tua when we were attacked by theives like, uh, you."
"Spectre 5 let's get a few restraining bolts on these two. Spectre 3, Spectre 7." (That's Mira's number saying that Ezra is still Spectre 6 and Ephraim is Spectre 8....get it?)
"Hi dwoid!" Ezra exclaimed, looking at the tall droid in curiosity.
"I am not just a droid!" C-3PO exclaimed, "I am C-3PO!"
"See...thwee...PO?"
"C-3PO!" He yelled.
"Swee PeeOh?"
"C-3PO!"
"Sweet-"
Mira justs facepalmed and laughed as they continued.
"Kanan, a word?"
She looked up to see Zeb standing there, while Kanan hung by the ladder.
Before he had a chance to talk, though, Ezra said a little too loudly: "What that? Is he our fwiend? Are-"
"Slow down kid," Sabine said, raising her hands in a peace gesture. "One at a time."
All three adults turned away and continued as if nothing happened.
"Can it wait?" Kanan said, looking at Zeb, " If I don't confirm our rendezvous with Vizago we'll have done all this for nothing."
"Yeah," Zeb said sheepishly, "About that. Maybe this time we don't sell to Vizago eh? Maybe we get those disrupters out of circulation instead."
"Wha's seerculason?" Ezra said, gazing at Zeb. " And disprupors?"
"I'll explain later." Mira told her son.
"Hey at least we got them out of Imperial circulation." Sabine cut in, " When I was translating I found out they were shipping those T-7s as prototypes so the Empire could mass produce them on Lothal."
"Wha's-" Ezra began again.
"Shhh!" Mira said.
"See Zeb. Perfect crime. We steal weapons meant for the Empire and sell them for credits we desperatly need to keep this bird flying." Kanan told Zeb, patting his forearm.
"What burd?" Ezra asked him.
"I meant the ship." The jedi responded, smiling.
"Oh hey," Sabine said suddenly, "If we need credits maybe Vizago will but those two droids."
"Yeah. Good idea." Kanan said, going to the cockpit.
Zeb left too, grumbling.
"Why Bed mad?" Ezra asked. "And sad?"
"He....uh...doesn't really like this."
"Oh."
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This time when Ezra asked if he could go on the mission with the rest of them, Hera said yes. After all it was just a quick sell to Vizago. As long as Ezra stayed where one of them could see him, everything should be alright.
Of course, they weren't counting on the Empire finding them, or the fact that they decided to bring walkers along.
"Mommy!" Ezra screamed as blaster fire broke out.
He didn't want this to go like last time. They were only lucky they made it out of that one.
When he didn't get a response, he started crying. What if they took them? Wht a if they were dead? What if-
"I got you kid!" Zeb came out of nowhere, wrapping his arms around the boy and placing him behind a sand dume.
Ezra moaned and grasped Zeb's fur, pulling the hairs and burying his head in his chest.
"Calm down kid." Zeb said, understanding hitting him in the face, "Everyone's ok."
Kanan came running, shooting some stormtroopers just as an Imperial agent came and said:
"Lasat! Fight me!" He swung a bo-rifle around, yellow electricity emitting from both ends.
At first Zeb looked confused. Then he said, placing Ezra on Kanan's knee (in which he got complaints by both males) and stood up.
"Only an honor guard of Lasan may carry a bo-rifle!"
The agent seemed to find amusement in that staement. "I know, I removed it from a guardsmen myself!"
"Sabine destroy the weapons!" Hera yelled.
"I'll go get my explosives!" She yelled back. But as she was running back, the small droid, R2 D2, beeped a few times.
"Ah of course! Overload the explosives and boom! You can join our crew any time." She said in response.
Meanwhile, Kanan lay on the sand dume, bending around it to shoot incoming troopers. He moved Ezra to sit next to him, since he couldn't sit on his knee comfortably. He would've been trying to destroy the walkers, but he couldn't leave the kid alone. Not in the state he's in.
In front of him, they both got a clear view of Zeb's fight against Agent Kallus.
Exasperated, he said: "Thats fool lasat's gonna get himself killed."
"Killed?" Ezra asked, wide eyes full of tears.
"Not like that," He said quickly, "I meant it as....like...you see..."
But before he could continue, an explosion sounded behind them, knocking them all foward. Zeb fell to his knees. Agent Kallus, though, got lucky. He managed to only stumble. He got the upper hand quickly.
Knowing he was defeated, Zeb hung his head. Agent Kallus lifted his bo-rifle, eager to strike.
Ezra woke up from unconsciousness to see the scene in front of him. He glanced around, waiting for someone to do something. But everyone was unconscious.
And yet, he couldn't let Zeb die. He saved him and comforted him when the blaster fire came out. He was his friend. He didn't even wanna go.
Looking at Zeb and everyone else one last time, he made his decision.
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