Spectre 7 To Ghost

by Archer83

The Force moves in mysterious ways, or so the old, decimated Jedi Order would tell you. Whether it was the will of the Force, or another power altogether, Ezra finds an injured woman with no memory of her past, and brings her back to the Ghost. Who she was, and where she came from are dangerous questions for the crew, but the answers they find will change the fate of the galaxy.

1. A Spectre Among The Specters

Spectre 7 To Ghost

By: Archer83 and Vergil1989 the Crossover King

Summary: The Force moves in mysterious ways, or so the old, decimated Jedi Order would tell you. Whether it was the will of the Force, or another power altogether, Ezra finds an injured woman with no memory of her past, and brings her back to the Ghost. Who she was, and where she came from are dangerous questions for the crew, but the answers they find will change the fate of the galaxy.

Disclaimer: Neither author owns anything related to Star Wars: Rebels or Mass Effect. But if we did, huge fleets of ships jumping out of hyperspace would no doubt have been involved at the end of Mass Effect 3.

Authors Notes: Archer83: Okay, I'll be honest, I've wanted to write this story basically since the moment I heard Kanan say "Specter one to Ghost."

Vergil1989: His obsession with Mass Effect is disturbing. Lol joking aside, I can't blame him for this one since Rebels is pretty awesome on its own.

Chapter 1: A Spectre Among The Specters

Leaving the Lothal system

Garazeb Orrelios (Only to his mum, no one else who knew him possessed a powerful enough death wish to use his full name.) stared in denial at the bruised and bleeding human Kanan and Ezra had just gently deposited on the deck in front of a crate he'd been blissfully leaning against. He took one look at the burned and battered woman before glaring neon yellow daggers at the pair that had dragged her aboard before throwing his giant hands into the air in frustration. "Kanan...do I even want to- carabast! This has got to be the second most idiotic-"

"Just out of curiosity, what's the first?" Kanan Jarrus inquired, a tired smirk plastered on his face despite the day's recent trouble. Running from trouble wasn't exactly a new situation aboard the Ghost, actually it seemed more like a weekly ritual to the small tight knit crew. A boring day was one where they weren't chased by Imperials and their Jedi hunters, like the Inquisitor for example.

"Well you took the kid on didn't you?" The Lasat retorted, and rounded on said kid when Ezra stomped on his foot.

"Hey! I don't recall being asked to join up. You kidnapped me!" Ezra shot back, jabbing a finger into the giant alien's stomach. "Sort of..." He added sheepishly, remembering all too well what had really occurred.

"After you tried to rob us you mean!" Zeb growled back and shoved the kid away with one hand.

"Enough!" Silence instantly fell over the cargo hold as every pair of eyes turned to see a frowning Hera glaring down at them.

"It's his fault!" Erza and Zeb shouted, stabbing a finger at each other.

"Really? Because I don't recall Garazeb... (Okay, so maybe Hera can get away with it once in a while.) helping you drag an unwanted guest aboard my ship." The pale green Twi-lek retorted and crossed her arms in annoyance.

"Technically our shi-" Hera shot Kanan a glare that could have melted durasteel into molten slag. "I mean... your ship, which is completely, entirely not mine." The man hurriedly replied, hoping to avoid Hera's wrath.

"What were we supposed to do? Just let her to die in the street?" Ezra asked, showing a surprising amount of compassion for a complete stranger he had opted to rescue, with Kanan's grudging help.

It was no secret to any of them that the young Lothal resident had been forced to survive off whatever scraps he could find on the streets. That experience had made him hard, untrusting of anyone except himself. Until he met the crew of the Ghost that was. Only Hera saw the look that passed between Kanan and the youngest member of her crew, and made a mental note to question the man when she had the chance. She knew that look by now, and knew that things were likely going to get even more interesting than they were already.

"Kid's got a point." Sabine offered as the lithe Mandalorian teen slid down the nearby ladder.

"Gah, why are you agreeing with him?!" Exasperated, Zeb threw his hands in the air before pointing at the potential time bomb bleeding all over the hold. "Leaving her woulda been the smart thing to do kid. Probably an Imp commando or worse, goin' by what's left of the armor. With our luck, maybe even some spec op. Either way, she's trouble we don't need." Zeb grumbled and nodded his head to the woman Ezra and Kanan had dragged aboard. "Probably won't last long anyway. Good riddance I say."

"How can you say that?!" Ezra shouted, even though he knew Zeb's feelings towards anything Imperial related. He had a personal ax to grind against them for the wholesale slaughter of his entire species. Even so, Ezra wasn't backing down this time as he stood between the Salat and the woman he and Kanan had found in the middle of the street in his home town. "I guess it's a good thing we were dumb enough to do the right thing then you big, heartless, stinking-"

Kanan glared down at his temperamental student, imposing himself between Ezra and Zeb before the Lasat could turn the boy into a padawan-based paste. "Hey, don't get me involved, this was all your idea."

"Really? Thanks for the support, Master." Ezra sarcastically replied with a roll of his big blue eyes.

An annoyed grunt of pain from the deck instantly drew everyone's attention. "Can you not yell so goddamn loud? My head's killing me, I'd like to die in peace if that isn't too much to ask."

"Oh great, the Imp's awake." Zeb threw his big hands in the air in frustration yet again before glaring down at the prone woman between them. "Can I shoot her now? Maybe just use my fists, make it more sporting. Not to mention fun."

The injured woman cocked a half burned off eyebrow at the furious Lasat, looking more annoyed than frightened for her life. "Do I get a say in this?"

"Yes." Hera said, just as Zeb made his own opinion known.

With a cruel bout of laughter, Zeb bent towards the soldier and shook his head. "No."

"Considering this is my ship Zeb, I outrank you."

"Really? Thought Kanan was the one in charge of ground missions. I'd say this qualifies."

Hera narrowed her eyes and shook her head at the giant Lasat. "But we aren't on the ground are we?" Zeb had no ready answer for that.

"Go easy on her Zeb, she's had a rough day bringing tyranny and oppression to the galaxy." Sabine deadpanned with a smirk as she held out a hand to the woman, most likely a soldier of some kind at least, and was surprised by her strong grip with her good hand, the other one looked like it had been put through a trash compactor, as she pulled the taller woman to her feet. "That knock on the head can't have done you any favors. I should probably shoot you, just on principle of course, but Ib'tuur jatne tuur ash'ad kyr'amur. (Today is a good die for someone else to die.) Lucky for you."

"I'm just gonna nod my head and pretend I understood that." The injured soldier replied before grimacing as she tried to take a step forward, only to grab at her side and stumble. If not for Ezra, she might have fallen to the floor again. "Damn translator implant must be malfunctioning...and I have one. Huh, good to know."

Kanan sighed as he shoved the towering Lasat out of his way and stared at the woman, pressing several fingers to his right temple. "Her mind is clouded, I sense...confusion, pain and...amusement? Didn't see that one coming. No deception though."

Roughly pushing Ezra away once she was sure she wouldn't fall over, the bruised and bleeding woman stared dumbly at Kanan for several seconds. "Okay….what's with that guy and the touchy feely crap? Wait, did he just read my mind?" Before anyone could reply, a mischievous glint appeared in her glowing red eyes before he blushed an equally deep crimson. "Yup, reading my mind." The mysterious stranger chuckled to herself.

"I don't know if I should be flattered or terrified..." Kanan muttered to himself at the less than subtle emotions the wounded soldier had cast his way. There was something predatorial about this stranger, something that made even the Inquisitor seem tame by comparison, but thankfully, the feeling had passed as quickly as it had appeared, otherwise he'd have probably pushed her out the airlock already.

"You're probably hallucinating from excessive blood loss..." A concerned Hera said, watching as a now wary Kanan backed away from the fiery haired woman. "Do you know where you are? What happened to you?"

"Of course I do... I'm on a ship...a really tiny ship if you call this glorified closet a cargo hold." No one missed the blank, confused look that flashed in the woman's startlingly red eyes, brief as it was. "As for the rest, that's...classified."

"She doesn't know does she?" Ezra stage whispered to Kanan, who only crossed his arms and shrugged. The young padawan couldn't help flinching as those glowing red orbs flashed in his direction. Something about them made him remember all too clearly the Inquisitor's gleeful yellow eyed gaze as he tried to kill him and Kanan on that asteroid. Unlike the Pau'an however, this woman didn't exude evil like a toxic cloud.

"Oh come on! Surely you can at least tell us your name, rank and serial number before we get to the fun part." Zeb gave the woman an unkind smile before smashing his fists together for emphasis. "That's when I started breaking bones, makes quite a show."

"You really want to dance with me big guy? Bigger morons than you have tried and failed." Their bleeding and burnt guest slowly pushed away from the wall, but it was clear to everyone except her that a stiff breeze could probably knock her over, let alone a grinning Zeb aching for a fight.

"Nah, wouldn't be a fair love." Zeb grumbled and waved her off before walking away, much to the woman's annoyance. "I don't waste my time on weaklings like you."

"Hey! Ugly! Don't walk away from me!" Stepping forward, Kanan used his lightning quick reflexes to catch the clearly suicidal woman before she face planted into the deck. Again. That first time had been more Ezra's fault anyway, when they were carrying her aboard. The fact they were getting shot at hadn't helped.

"You know what, I'm already regretting this." Kanan grunted as he slowly lowered her to the floor. "We need to get her to a medical facility. Where we at Hera?"

"Alderaan might be our best bet, closest planet with decent hospitals. Besides Lothal of course. If someone hadn't decked his fourth Imperial officer this week, it wouldn't be a problem. Oh well, Senator Organa owes me a favor anyway."

"I'm making up for not taking the opportunity with Sloane. Alright, set a course. In the meantime, you three get our self inflicted headache to the infirmary and keep an eye on her. And Chopper...try to stay out of trouble for once." The droid gave a series of annoyed beeps and bloops, just about to experimentally jab its stun arm into the partially armored woman's leg, before rolling away with a robotic huff of disappointment.

"What did I do?!" Sabine asked incredulously, crossing her arms in annoyance.

"Nothing, that's the point." Kanan's annoyed frown vanished as he leaned closer to whisper to the Mandalorian teen. "You really think I'm going to trust those two to make sure our beat up rent-an-Imp doesn't try to blow us up or something? I know I can count on you Sabine. Besides, something about our guest makes my senses tingle, and not in a good way. She might not have much her memory, but she's dangerous. Very dangerous."

"Great, and you want me to stay right next to her. Thanks Kanan." Sabine rolled her grey eyes, brushing a frosted bang back into place, and headed for the infirmary despite her misgivings.

Kanan jumped slightly at the exhausted muttering coming from between his arms. "I can hear you, you know...and I'm not beat up, just...resting my eyes."

"Yeah well, I wasn't too worried. I didn't say you couldn't be trusted, just that you were extremely dangerous." Kanan chuckled, glad that Sabine had gotten the doors for him. Even for someone of his stature, both with the aid of the Force and his physical training, she wasn't exactly a lightweight.

"Very dangerous." The half conscious woman corrected him.

"Oh joy." Ezra groaned as he and Zeb took the half conscious, smirking woman from Kanan's arms. "Honestly, bringing back that dumb meiloorun was less trouble."

Zeb grudgingly nodded in agreement as they dragged their human cargo between them to the small infirmary. "Right. At least fruit can't kill you in your sleep."

"Don't worry, won't kill you in your sleep, less fun that way." The woman grumbled as she was unceremoniously tossed onto the sole medical bed.

"Gee, thanks for that really creepy warning." Ezra deadpanned before he was shoved aside by an eerily grinning Zeb.

Before the woman could retort, Zeb roughly pressed an injector against her neck. "Nighty night. Ha! Always like getting the last word in." She was out like a solar flare the moment her head hit the pillow.

"You know, you don't have to be so gleeful about it Zeb." Sabine muttered from her spot against the wall, her hands on her hips as she leaned forward and glared at the Lasat in annoyance. "But since you want to play doctor, you can hook up her monitors and bacta lines."

"Sure, and find out the hard way what's left of her armor is probably booby trapped? No thanks." Zeb retorted before starting for the door.

"I'll do it." Ezra offered a little too quickly for Sabine's taste.

Hera chose that moment to walk into the infirmary, having set their destination and activated the ship's hyperdrive by that point. "I think this needs a woman's touch. Out you two. You stay Kanan, just in case she gets rowdy when that sedative wears off."

"Fine, but I'm not gonna lie, if I get a good opportunity, I'm totally peaking." Ezra said on his way out with a casual wave over his shoulder.

"Sabine, tie Ezra in the copilot's chair while you're out there." Hera said without looking over her shoulder as she swept her eyes over the woman's strange armor.

"You got it! Come on kid."

"Wha- hey!"

"What's wrong? I thought you'd enjoy the idea of me tying you up kid." Everyone could practically feel the heat radiating off Ezra's cheeks right about now as Sabine shoved him down the corridor.

"Wow. That girl is just plain ruthless." Kanan muttered to himself as he kept a close eye on their defiant 'patient'.

"You're just now figuring that out Kanan?" Hera asked, a note of amusement in her voice as she gently started to peel away the remains of the black armor. She winced sympathetically when it got stuck, fused to the burned skin underneath, before the careful application of a medical laser scalpel and a good yank had it separated from her at last. "Sheesh….whoever this woman was, she's a lot tougher than your average Imp. Help me with the light Kanan. I think there's something underneath her skin….almost looks like….cybernetics? Is she wired up?"

"Certainly looks that way." Kanan replied glancing over her wounds and the various silvery metallic bits that showed through here and there. "I've never seen anyone this modified since the Clone Wars, and those weren't internal mods either. This is far more advanced for one, and two, it's almost...elegant. This isn't Imperial work, that's for sure. They're all about form and function, not keeping the person looking humanoid while keeping them mobile."

Hera nodded as she ran a quick scan, even if their equipment wasn't exactly top of the line, it was better than nothing. When the results came back, the twi'lek pilot carefully looked over the display before saying, "Hmm. Looks like someone put a lot of work into keeping her alive. Wired is an understatement. These mods go through her entire system, from head to toe, but at a glance, if she hadn't been beaten half to death, you'd never notice."

"So we have an unknown cybernetic piece of art on our table." Sabine stated with a look of admiration as she stepped back into the cramped room. "Ezra's locked in his bunk, and I made sure the vent was sealed up this time."

Kanan nodded at the Mandalorian's thoroughness before turning to Hera. "Gotta hand it to the kid, he really impressed me with this one. Knew something felt off when we were in the market, but he seemed to sense it right away. Led us right to her."

"If the Force wanted you two to find her, then she must be important." Hera replied solemnly, hoping she would be worth the trouble. On the other hand, Ezra had turned out to be pretty handy in a tight spot, so she was willing to give this stranger a chance as well.

"On Lothal? Place doesn't exactly reek of 'important'." Zeb offered before quickly ducking back out of sight at one glare from Hera.

"And yet we found Ezra there and look how he turned out." Kanan shot back over his shoulder, secretly proud to have the kid as his apprentice. Even if he did drive him completely nuts on a daily basis, they seemed to be perfect for eachother. A confused young kid, and a man that had been just as lost in his own way.

"Well, I can tell you one thing. Ezra's really worried about her." Sabine pointed to the unconscious woman as Hera finished applying several wireless monitors, a few bacta infusions, and over a dozen bandages. The woman's arm was also put into a heavy cast and covered in bandages soaked in more bacta, to speed up the healing process. "Do you think she'll be alright?" Sabine asked, doing her best to appear casual about her question even if she was more than a little concerned for her.

"Guess Ezra isn't the only one that's worried. She'll live Sabine, I promise." Kanan said before looking towards the vent above his head. He rolled his eyes when he caught a flash of blue hair before raising a hand, and pulling Ezra of the duct with a flick of his wrist. The young man fell into Sabine's arms, much to his utter humiliation. "Need something?"

"Um, you know me, just thought I'd drop in...hehe...please don't hurt me." Ezra begged the armed older teen glaring at him.

"Ugh, you might enjoy it." Sabine grumbled, dropped Ezra to the deck, and quickly walked away.

Sighing, his embarrassment forgotten in a flash, Ezra started to chase after her. "Sabine? Sabine, I was just-"

"Save it sleemo! On second thought, I might blow up your bunk, with you in it, if you do anything like this again!"

"Young love. I don't know what's more terrifying, the thought of those two together, or a bunch of little Sabines and Ezras running around the Ghost." Hera said with a knowing, distant look, smirking at Kanan's shudder of disgust.

"Yeah, that's just what we need. Along with half the Imperial fleet after us and our deadly Mystery Woman."

"Cheer up." Hera grinned as she patted Kanan on the cheek. "It could always be worse you know."

"Really? How?" Kanan asked and raised a quizzical eyebrow. "Because this seems bad enough."

"We could be flying into a trap." Kanan could only huff in annoyance at Hera's bad joke.

Entering the Alderaan system...

Her mind was a blur of words and nameless faces, all she could feel was pain and fear as she eyes rapidly darted around the sterile looking room. Nothing seemed to come into focus as her heart began to pound in her chest. She wasn't restrained, but she couldn't move anyway. Her limbs felt heavy and useless, like she was in a drugged haze. Suddenly a woman's face appeared over her, staring at her with cold blue eyes as she frowned and shouted to another person in the room. Just as the pain and fear was becoming unbearable, it gradually began to go away just as fast as it had begun, as her eyes slowly started to close against her will.

The final thing she saw was the apathetic frown on the woman's face before she shot upright in her bed, biting back a scream of pain as her multitude of injuries reminded her of their presence. "Shit….feels like I got gut punched by a krogan..." What the hell is a krogan? She groaned, and slowly laid back down when her world started to spin on its axis, with her as its fulcrum.

"Don't know what a krogan is, but I'll bet that getting hit by one isn't pleasant." Turning her head slowly, she saw the man with the ponytail sitting by her bedside, a small, amused gleam in his eyes which faded away. "You've been tossing and turning in your sleep for the last three hours." Kanan said as he looked up from his folded hands which had been under his chin until that moment. "Your mind was a maelstrom of emotions the entire time, but I thought it better for you to ride it out than risk waking you. Learned that one the hard way when Zeb gave me a black eye."

"Zeb?"

Kanan nodded, not all that surprised she didn't remember the alien in question. "Big grey skinned guy with the pointy ears and the beard. You talked with him earlier."

"Didn't get a name before I passed out. What kind of name is Zeb anyway?" She grumbled, clearly not the best of patients to have on an illicit smuggling / freedom fighting transport ship.

Kanan laughed, giving her a gentle pat on the shoulder. "It's actually Garazeb, Zeb for short. Don't use his full name unless you have the strong desire to lose consciousness again. Which you did, right after you tried you take him hand to hand. Wasn't the smartest idea by the way, you could barely stand." Their patient merely flicked Kanan a rude gesture he had never encountered before. "Wow. Brains, beauty and very little common sense. Don't see that much these days." He muttered sarcastically.

"Your girlfriend seemed to have them in abundance." The bedridden soldier chuckled when Kanan's cheeks turned beet red and he quickly looked away with a grimace. "Oh yeah, you've been stirring that green honey pot alright..."

"It's not like that! Ugh….I'm more interested in talking about you anyway."

"...I wish I knew about me." She all but whispered despondently before turning her head away. "So, Kanan right?" She asked hopefully, as if clinging to a few facts she knew to be true.

"Yup. Don't wear it out. I'd ask for your name in return, but..." Kanan gestured towards the woman, making no secret of the frustrated confusion he could feel pouring off of her.

"Funny guy." The woman rolled her eyes but sighed heavily as she looked to the lines and monitors that had been hooked up to her before turning her gaze back to the man who was sitting by her bedside. "Thanks for saving my ass by the way."

"No problem. Actually, you mainly have Ezra to thank for that."

"The blue haired runt I saw running around? Seemed like a good kid."

Kanan nodded to her with a genuine smile. "He can be a handful sometimes, but he means well. Had to grow up on the streets after his parents went missing, no thanks to our glorious Empire."

"Gonna take a guess this Empire isn't the benevolent government establishment."

"That'd be putting it mildly."

"Huh. Well, for what it's worth, thank you. Sounds like I could've just as easily woken up strapped to some operating table." The woman let out a snort of amusement at that. "Wouldn't be the first time...damn." Her glowing eyes flicked back and forth as if searching for a memory she already knew she wouldn't find. "That is really starting to annoy me."

"It'll come back." Kanan said, hoping to reassure her.

"Glad one of us is an optimist." She muttered darkly in response, not believing him by all appearances.

"Good thing I'm not the only one on this ship." Kanan's eyes glowed with a mischievous light a split second before they heard a knock on the hatch. "You can come in Ezra. She isn't gonna bite."

"Unless you're into that sort of thing." 'She' muttered as Kanan rolled his eyes and waved the boy in.

"Um, hi there." Ezra offered with a meek wave as he poked his head into the small bay. "Nice to meet you...again, kinda." Rubbing at the back of his neck, Erza's bright blue eyes flicked away for the bedridden woman's curious gaze as he displayed the object in his other hand. "So I know it must be scary and all, not remembering much, but I found this and got an idea." He proudly held up the remains of her armor's chestpiece and tapped at a burnt and faded mark on the upper right side.

"You going somewhere with this kid?" Kanan asked with a knowing grin as he felt the mildly embarrassed woman next to him struggling not to facepalm at Ezra's antics.

"Um, yeah. See this mark, looks to me like a 7 so..." Ezra, beaming with pride, held up the damaged armor. "Hi Resh, nice to meet you." He shrugged at her dubious look. "Figure any name is better than nothing."

She could only blink and stare at the blue haired youth for several seconds before a slow, appreciative smile appeared on her face. "Huh, kid's got a point Kanan. More than I had before I woke up anyway. Thanks Ezzie."

Ezra blanched at the horrible nickname, and glared at 'Resh'. "Ezzie? Seriously?"

She shrugged. "Better than smartass."

"That one's already taken anyway." Kanan helpfully told her.

"Good to know. And Ezra, thanks. For more than the name. Pretty sure Zeb is gonna be calling me 'Don't Shoot Me In The Face' when I get out of this bunk though."

Kanan had to laugh at that, glad to see a hint of humor in the exhausted woman's glowing red eyes. "Right, I think Resh suits you better. It's also the symbol for credits."

"Credits huh? Nice." The newly christened Resh chuckled before she started to cough. She groaned but waved off the two men just as Kanan got up from his seat. "I'm alright. Getting too old for this shit, but I'm alright. I assume we're heading to a medical facility. Care to fill me in?"

"We should have already landed actually." As if on cue, the ship gently rocked and shook as the landing gear touched down on the landing pad. "Ah, perfect timing. Hera's never made me a liar yet. To answer your question, we're on a planet called Alderaan. The Imperials aren't welcome here, but they still maintain a presence, so we should be relatively safe so long as we don't attract unwanted attention."

"Your green girlfriend must be one hell of a pilot, reminds me of-...nevermind."

"Hey, don't beat yourself up. Somebody already did a pretty good job of that for you." Kanan laughed as Resh punched him in the shoulder with as much strength as she could muster. Which wasn't a whole lot, but he still had the decency to wince in pain and rub at it afterward.

"You had that one coming Kanan." Ezra grinned before he hesitantly held out the piece of black and burnt armor. "Don't know what you want to do with this. Maybe you can hold on to it? One day it might jog something loose in that thick head of yours?"

"And there goes whatever respect I had for you, you little punk." Despite her words, she nodded and cradled the burnt plate next to her as he gently placed it in her arms. "Huh, lighter than I thought it'd be."

"From what we could figure out, it's lighter and stronger than plastisteel, but it's geared more towards kinetic defense than your standard blaster bolt. You get into a lot of fist fights wherever you came from?"

"Something like that. Probably." Was all Resh said as she flipped the black metal this way and that, before finally setting it down with a frustrated grunt. "Nada." Only Kanan knew she was lying since he had detected a brief glimpse of recognition when her gaze fell on the 7 symbol on the front of the chest plate. He didn't pry though.

"So, ah, you probably need some help getting dressed. I'll go get Sabine and Hera." Ezra offered, trying his best to avoid her glowing red gaze.

Resh slightly lifted the sheet covering her and glanced down at her bruised, and very naked form. "Yeah, good idea kid." Only Kanan could see the slight upturn of her lips as a blushing Ezra dashed out of the room.

"You're just pure evil, teasing him like that. Nice job Resh." Kanan said after Ezra had gotten out of earshot, an amused smirk on his face.

The smirk faded from her lips as her expression turned somber. "You have no idea what I'm capable of. Hell, I don't know what I'm capable of….and that worries me."

"Whatever your past, that doesn't dictate who you will become in the future. We all have a choice Resh."

"Fortune cookie bullshit doesn't become you Kanan, but thanks anyway." Despite the sarcasm laced words, Kanan didn't need to sense her emotions to know she was grateful for the effort.

"Fortune cookie bullshit?" Kanan inquired with a cocked eyebrow.

All the pent up anger, confusion, and frustration she had been holding in suddenly burst out of her. "Oh how should I goddamn know where the hell that came from?! The only thing I know for sure is that I was left for dead and you guys apparently saved my life! Okay you did save my life but that's not the point!" Her tirade would have gone on longer, but another coughing fit had Resh curled up on her side. "Probably would have been smarter to just walk away."

"Never was one to do the smart thing." The incident on Cynda and its orbiting planet of Gorse had proven that many times over on its own. Kanan put a hand on her shoulder and held her steady so she didn't end up falling off the bed. "Take it easy, like I said, it'll come back. One way or the other."

When her coughing fit finally abated, she frowned and thunked her head against a pillow. "Here's another thing I can tell you about myself with complete certainty, I'm not the patient type."

"Really? I hadn't noticed." Kanan ducked as her pillow was chucked at his head. "There's something else we know, your aim could use some work."

"Very funny asshole."

"That's Kanan." Kanan helpfully informed her with a shit eating grin.

"I think mine fits you better. But fine, I'll humor you, Cannon." Resh countered, her own grin appearing on her battered face.

"Oh boy." Kanan replied and ran a hand down his face in exasperation.

"What's up?" Sabine asked as she stepped in quickly followed by Hera.

"Turns out Resh has a terrible sense of humor." Kanan answered, a grimace plastered on his face.

"Resh?" Both women asked simultaneously.

"You can blame your boyfriend for the name." Resh spoke up, enjoying the wide eyed look on Sabine's face all too much. "You could do worse I guess."

"He's not my- not important. How'd Ezra come up with that?" Resh replied by tossing what was left of her chest plate towards the graffiti covered young woman. "Ah, that's actually sort of clever."

Hera smiled as Sabine rubbed at the raised marking with her gloved finger. "Ezra can be downright poetic when he wants to be."

"When he's not being a total sleemo." Sabine replied before tossing it back. "Your ride's waiting by the way. A good friend of ours is footing the bill, so don't worry. You're in good hands here Resh."

"Good to know. Not sure if I want to be left alone with complete strangers while I'm being worked over, but good to know." Resh replied, the first note of uncertainty filtering into her voice as she looked away. Kanan got a hint of shame for showing weakness, for wanting someone to keep her company, but didn't comment on it. He still filed it away for future reference.

Hera patted her leg with a knowing look. "Kanan and Ezra can go with you."

"What now? I don't remember volunteering for anything." Kanan groaned as Ezra jabbed him in the side with an elbow. "Not helping kid!"

"Really Kanan, surely you know the old axiom, when you save a life, you become responsible for it." Sabine gleefully quoted, much to the never-quite-a-Jedi's annoyance.

Kanan blinked in exasperation, frowning at Sabine. "That only applies to wookies! ….Normally. I'm not going to win this one am I?" Kanan asked, having a feeling he knew the answer to that question already.

"Nope. Better give up now Kanan. You'll live longer that way." Hera advised him, as she helped Resh gingerly sit up on the bed and slowly, gently slipped a shirt over her head and arms.

"I am really starting to like your girlfriend Kanan. She's a smart woman. Not to mention the fact I could eat her with a spoon..." Ezra looked about ready to pass out at the lustful look on the woman's face as she studied every square inch of the blushing twi'lek. "And I'm noticing you aren't denying it left and right like someone I could name." Resh got a pair of trowsers tossed in her face for her trouble a split second later. "Totally worth it."

"It's...complicated between us." Hera admitted after shooting Sabine a dirty look as she pulled the pants off Resh's head and helped her into them.

Resh didn't let either of her stun audience get a word in edgewise as she quickly continued. "Let me guess, Zeb and that clanking beat up robot...total robotsexuals, am I right?"

"You are the most foul mouthed person I've ever met. I rather like it." Hera chuckled as she watched Sabine stomp off in disgust. "Just be glad Zeb didn't hear you."

"His secret is safe with me. Everybody has their kink. Their naughty, disturbing little kink. For instance..." Hera couldn't stop the involuntary moan that escaped her lips as Resh's hand shot out lightning fast and roughly ran her fingertips over one of the pilot's lekku, sending a shiver down her spine. "Ha! Thought so..."

Kanan slapped her hand away for that. "I think you're having just a little too much fun. I'll let that one go since you're on pain killers."

"I can handle this on my own Kanan." Hera told him, more than a little irked that Kanan was so protective of her, and turned her green eyed glare on Resh. "It's sad to say but I'm one of the few of my species that doesn't take her clothes off for a living. Used to be twi'leks had a bit more respect for themselves." Hera muttered as she helped Resh slip on a pair of comfortable leather boots. "'Course, it doesn't help most slavers prefer to grab as many of my kind as they can, and the Empire actually pays some of the more 'respectable' groups." The twi'lek even bothered to do the air quotes as she laced up the boots.

Resh's glowing eyes darkened at the thought of Hera's people being enslaved, but her gaze softened as she pushed the thought to the back of her mind for the moment. There'd be time to consider all that later. "Twi'lek huh? A rather pretty name for a beautiful race, if you don't mind me saying so. You should be proud. You've got your own ship and a loyal crew, can't ask for more than that. All you need is a star to steer her by, and there are trillions of those."

"Sounds like you have experience with romantic ideas of space travel." Hera chuckled, secretly glad for the subject change before helping Resh to her feet and out of the infirmary one slow step at a time.

"I must be well read, or at least that's my go to romantic space travel reference." Resh said with a shrug.

"Whatever the case, that's still more than you had before. Come on, no point in being stubborn as a rancor." Kanan offered her his arm, holding into Resh's left side while Hera handled the right.

"If only Joker could see me now- whoever the hell that is, I know he'd be laughing his ass off though." A frustrated sigh escaped her at the fragment of memory that slipped through her fingers.

"See, people who find you hilarious, that's another one we can add to the list. No one around here of course, but it's a start." Kanan grunted, shifting the woman's weight to his side.

"Ha. Ha. I'll have you know I'm very funny...apparently. At least that's what I thought..." Resh replied uncertainly, just as they entered the cargo bay.

"Half crispy fried is more like it." Zeb muttered from the cargo bay ramp, holding his flat nose theatrically and waving his hand. "Smells terrible by the way. Like a sarlacc's-"

"And you're a basket full of turd blossoms there furball. I may not know much, but I know you shouldn't finish that sentence." Said crispy fried woman replied darkly, her voice promising a great deal of agony if he did.

"Aw. Is the lil barbecued human upset? Sorry about that, I truly am..." Zeb' massive grin and sarcastic tone stated otherwise.

"I'll remember that when I get out big fella. Then we'll have that dance, you and me, and you'll be sorry."

Zeb gave her an honest smile for once. "Can't wait."

"Oh, I like him. Still gonna kick his ass." Resh quietly whispered to Kanan and Hera as they carefully walked down the open ramp and out into a large hangar bay. It was here that she got her first look at the cityscape that they had landed within, and she nodded her head in approval even if nothing looked familiar to her. A glance to the right revealed that Kanan was onto her, as always it seemed. Resh found that she didn't mind for some reason.

"Hey wait up!" Ezra shouted as he clambered down the ramp, almost stumbling as Zeb gave him a hard slap on the back.

"Ha, have fun kid. I'm sure sitting in a medical bay is just a bunch of laughs."

"Gee, thanks." Ezra grumbled as he slammed his fist into the brute's shoulder.

"Do they even they realize how adorable this little brother / big brother thing is they have going on?" Sabine said after Hera walked back to the ship after letting Ezra take over in her place of assisting Resh.

"No, but I say we don't tell them. It's more entertaining that way." Hera chuckled as she watched Ezra and Kanan help their new addition into the waiting transport before it took off for the nearby medical facility.