Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars or Star Wars Rebels, nor any characters, place names, or content that appears in this story. This is a fan fiction and does not necessarily comply with the actual Star Wars timeline. Rated T for mild violence, romance, and content that may disturb.
Ezra Bridger sat with the rest of the crew, his brow furrowed and his tongue between his cheeks as he stared down at the holotable, where little people just stood, blasters in hand, waiting for orders. He closed his eyes, and when he opened them, squeezed several knobs and dials so
that two of his back lines walked off the board, and his front lines drew back. Garazeb Orrelios threw back his head and laughed.
"You're in for it now kid!" He exclaimed, and with several button pushes, sent his entire army after Ezra's. Ezra himself just smiled, and pushed another knob on the side of the board. Just as Zeb's army reached the centre point, there was a loud BANG and Zeb's base went up in flames. The angry Lasat stared from the board to Ezra, who had clapped his hands and put them behind his head.
"And that," he announced triumphantly, "is how you do a stealth op."
"Why you little frierfrek, I'll get you!" Roared the Lasat, and Ezra leaped backwards off of the couch and dashed from the room, still laughing his head off and with an angry Lasat on his tail.
Kanan looked from Sabine to Hera, who just shrugged and said,
"Tuesday, Kanan. Tuesday."
There was a loud CRASH from the cargo bay, and Hera looked up.
"I hope that wasn't the holobooks." CRASH. "And I had them all stacked by subject, too!"
The others reached the cargo bay to find Zeb struggling to get off of him what looked like half the contents of the room, and Ezra nowhere to be seen. Kanan lifted the stuff of of Zeb with the Force, and Zeb exclaimed,
"That kid! Honestly, Kanan, you had to teach him that stuff!"
As if on cue, Ezra dropped from the balcony, smirking widely.
"I don't need the Force to beat you, Zeb." He chuckled.
"Why you little-!"
But whatever he had been about to say was cut off when someone spoke.
"Not interrupting anything, am I?"
Kanan whipped around so fast his back hurt. Standing at the bottom of the ramp, arms crossed, was the least person he would expect to see.
Ezra was standing at the bottom of the cargo ramp.
Me: Aaaaand... We're done. First chapter finished, good work everyone.
Ezra: Wait, I thought I was in the cargo bay with the others!
Me: You were.
Ezra: Then how was I in two places at once?
Me: You'll see!
Ezra: I hate suspense.