Ezra's P.O.V
The Ghost crew had recently been on a mission on a planet that had "slaves" and "masters". I had thought that I'd seen one of my old friends, but dismissed the idea at once. I hadn't told the crew that he once was a "slave" before. People on this planet knew what the term "slave and master" meant, but outsiders don't. It's sickening what they do to the "salves".
"Hey, Ezra, you okay?" Hera asked.
Everyone looked back at me and I realized that I probably looked terrible. They, yes, even Zeb, had concern showing in their eyes.
"Yeah, just lost in thought," I said. It wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the truth either.
"You sure? You look pretty pale, Ezra," A new voice said.
I recognized that voice. I remembered my friend with that dark ebony hair, big cerulean blue eyes, and girlish features. His small, but tough frame. The muscles, the smile, the laugh, the stuff he taught me and I him. He was- no, he is a good person
I turned around and gasped. I couldn't believe what he was wearing. He had a black color on, leather halter top, and leather.. er, uh, underwear? His hair was slightly longer. His eyes still that amazing color and he had gotten a tan. I noticed that his pointed ears were pierced. I could see his deathly sharp teeth through his wide smile and his tail was out, swishing through the air behind him.
"I know that I'm gorgeous, but, seriously, Ezra. It's not polite to stare," He teased.
"You know this kid?" Zeb asked from behind. I nodded dumbly.
"Dick? Is that really you?"
First chapter is done!