AN – First Fanfiction, criticism welcomed, not sure how I will interpret characters yet so may be a little OOC. Thanks for reading.
Chapter 1 – Training.
Ezra's POV
It started out as a fairly normal day on the ghost, I was one of the first up, with the exception of Hera and Kanan, who I had kinda come to love as space-parents since they took me in. They are the first people that have every truly understood me along with the others on the Ghost.
Me, Kanan, Hera, Sabine, Zeb and Chopper. Our own little space family. We had each other's backs, and they made me feel safe, I trust them all with my life.
Well, maybe not Chopper, but you get the picture.
Anyway, I was helping myself to some breakfast when I hear this shouting coming from a certain grumpy Lasat. Turns out Chopper had awoken him with his electroprod, which Zeb wasn't too happy about. Chopper comes rushing through the door making high pitched noises that I guessed were laughter. He rushes into the cockpit to hide away behind Hera, who has a fondness for the droid, as she owned him. Suddenly Zeb comes bolting past shouting how he's "gonna wreck that bucket of bolts". All this whilst dangerously wielding his Bo-rifle in its staff form.
I chuckled to myself and earned myself a glare from Kanan, which quickly turned into a worried look when we heard Hera shouting at Zeb.
There are two things nobody likes in a confined space like the ghost.
Number 1 is an angry Zeb.
Number 2 is an angry Hera.
Zeb is probably 7 feet tall, and I've seen him deal with imperials with his hands almost as well as a Wookie would. That being said, I've never seen him back down as quickly as when Hera got out of her pilot's chair to deal with all the noise, I think that is probably the first time I've seen him truly afraid. Long story short, Zeb dragged his sorry self back to bed muttering about what he'd like to do to that "stupid little droid". Something about Chopper, and airlock and deep space.
I swear, that Lasat could sleep through a crash landing.
When the noise had died down and I had finished eating, Kanan told me we were doing some more training today. I enjoyed training, it gave me a purpose. Everybody else on the ghost had their own things to be doing.
Kanan and Hera focused on keeping the ghost in shape and choosing where we would be going next and what we would be doing.
Sabine was always locked in her room with her art. From the few times I had been invited into her room, I could tell that there wasn't a blank space on her wall anymore.
Zeb didn't have a hobby as such, he just like to sleep, and when he wasn't sleeping, he was winding me up, eating or we were on an Op.
Chopper was in charge of ship repairs, but we all did our fair share with that, but if he had his way, nobody else would get any credit.
I just kind of roamed about, I had no hobby as such, I wasn't artistic like Sabine, I couldn't sleep all day like Zeb, I couldn't fly the ghost like Hera or Kanan, and although I could repair the ship, half an hour alone with chopper and I would disassemble him.
Like I said, I enjoyed training, also, as much as I knew Kanan would protect me with his life, I wish that he didn't have to, and although I could look after myself, I know that he would never believe that until I was more trained as a Jedi.
Huh, its strange, 2 years ago, the word Jedi meant nothing to me, I knew of them, but thought it was more of an old religion than anything, and all I actually knew about them was that they had died out around the time the Empire came to be.
Now? Now I'm a Padawan learner to a Jedi knight. Well kinda. Anyway, now I have a good level of control over my force powers, and I have built my own lightsabre, and its nothing like the galaxy has ever seen, it has a built in blaster function, which Kanan said is unheard of until now.
Half an hour later, I was blindfolded, dodging and deflecting the non-fatal blast of the training remote that Kanan had salvaged from the Jedi temple on a trip we took there some months ago.
Although I was blindfolded, the force was telling me where to put my blade to block the shots, and another half an hour later, I was deflecting the shots at some old Stormtrooper helmets that we had… Acquired.
Another thing that Kanan had picked up from the Jedi Temple, was training sabres, which looked just like normal lightsabres, but were not fatal if they struck you. That being said, Kriff they hurt if they got your bare skin.
I only know this because Kanan thought it would be a good idea for us to have a sparring session with them, and although my sabre forms and techniques were getting good, I wasn't quite at the same level as Kanan yet.
After about 3 hours training, we went back inside and took it in turns in the fresher because we were both dripping with sweat, and exhausted from all the hard work.
Training had definitely got easier now that we had the equipment from the temple, as before Kanan was unsure of where to start, and even what lessons he could teach me without any equipment. You could tell that Kanan was more relaxed about training me now, and that showed in how fast I was improving.
I let Kanan go first so that I could put my lightsabre safely back in my backpack, then when I heard him shout my name to let me know he was done, I took my turn. The warm water felt good against my exhausted body, it seemed to almost heal me.
When I was dried off, I was walking back to the common room/kitchen to get some food when he overheard Kanan and Hera discussing something between themselves. "what do you mean more Jedi?" Hera asked.