It comes in waves
Chapter 1
The first wave: Garazeb Orrelios
The lone Lasat sauntered through the halls of the ghost to his meager, shared cabin. As much as he liked Ezra, he always hated how they had to share a room together. Too bad Kanan wouldn't stand to have Sabine and the kid in the same room…things might get…interesting. He ventured a glance over to the far wall, with a comical painting of Ezra crushing him with a bunk bed. He chuckled at that. As bad as that day was, at least they got a nice mural out of it…and a TIE fighter… as he reminisced; he became separated from the world, remembering the good times before all this rebellion business. In his daydreaming, he didn't realize the red light going off above the door to his cabin. He didn't hear the low sirens, warning of an impact with an oncoming ship. Everyone was asleep on the ship, but it surely wouldn't stay that way. The thing that brought him back to the world around them was the swish of the doors opening behind them, followed by an adolescent girl, in very loose fitting pajamas, asking him what was going on. Only then did the Lasat understand what was going on, realize that the collision warnings were blaring all around them. He didn't have an answer for her, so instead, he ran to the cockpit's control panel, and to the grumbling astromech droid running diagnostics on the ship faster than he would ever comprehend.
"Chopper, what the hell is going on up here, what's with all the sirens and the lights? Chopper made a low, annoyed sound as he extended one of his arms and turned the lights of the cockpit on. Zeb froze. They were mere yards away from colliding with a super star destroyer. There was nothing to be done, the crash was unavoidable. The only thing he could do now was let everyone know that they would need to be ready for a crash.
"Brace for impact!" he yelled down the hallway. He saw Hera come out of her room, already dressed in her captains' attire. Upon hearing the warning, she locked up, and he could see pure fear in her eyes, as if she knew what was happening. Kanan followed closely after her, then Ezra after him, marking the crew's full attention. He saw them grab hold of the railings and the walls and anything that might hold them. Just in time too. On impact, the ship lurched forward and he saw the glass of the cockpit crack ever so slightly. But that wasn't the worst of it. After the initial crash, there was another lurch, and flashing yellow lights replaced the flashing red before them. They were caught in a tractor beam, and it wasn't letting go. The ship jerked to a continuous speed as they were pulled into the super star destroyer's hull. Zeb could see guards all around them as they were pulled into the loading dock. All with blasters aimed directly at the cockpit. Then he saw something that made his blood run cold. The male inquisitor, the one called "Fifth Brother" was standing on the cat walk above the troopers. He could see him barking orders down to the troops, and watched the Stormtroopers switch their blasters from stun to kill. Then, without warning, a barrage of laser fire blasted through the cockpit, shattering the glass, and destroying the computers. Chopper was hit by a reflecting blast and went down. He would have stopped to help him, but they had bigger fish to fry. He ran down the hallway and exclaimed what was going on. His feet were bleeding from running over the glass, and it made it slippery to walk on the smooth metal floors. He ran into his room and grabbed his bo-rifle, and then returned to the hallway to talk to the crew. They were all in disarray, even Kanan. That truly rattled him, Kanan was a Jedi, he was supposed to be calm under pressure. Then, they heard a loud cutting sound. They turned to look down the hallway and saw the faint light of a laser cutter melting its way through eh back entrance of the Ghost. They readied themselves for a fight, and Ezra and Kanan ignited their lightsabers, filling the room with a soft hum, accompanied by an almost earie blue illumination. The door fell, and laser fire flooded the hall. The two Jedi were very efficient at blocking the lasers, sending them back at the opposing forces of Stormtroopers. The loud clatter of troopers dropping the ground could be heard outside the door, as the knights advanced up the hall. They came to the mouth of the Ghost's loading area, and fanned out, the Jedi taking point. Ezra used his laser to lay down cover fire for Kanan, who was using both a lightsaber and his gun. Together they carved a path through the Stormtrooper's, leaving only burning armor and dead bucket heads. Sabine was using her characteristic dual pistols, and Hera was dropping troopers with well-placed shots from her concealed blaster pistol. Soon, and after a few "miracles" they had all but cleared the hangar. That was when the inquisitor jumped down from his perch. The Jedi tuned their attention toward him, eager for a fight. Zeb converted his weapon into the crackling fighting staff, and prepared for battle. The inquisitor made the first move, slashing sideways at Kanan. This was paired by him, as Ezra stepped up to his left to deliver an overhead blow. This combination caught the inquisitor off guard, but not defenseless. He used the force to slam Ezra into the opposing wall, putting him out of the fight for at least a few minutes. Zeb stepped up, twirling his staff. Kanan and the inquisitor were trading blows at alarming speeds, and it would have been quite the sight to see, had their lives not been on the line. Kanan was getting tired though, Zeb could see it. He tagged into the fight, deliver a vicious smashing movement that he brought down on the inquisitors back, stumbling him. He ignited his second blade, and set it to begin spinning. He fought with a type of elegance that the Lasat, as a fellow melee fighter had to respect. Then, it was their turn to be knocked off guard. The inquisitor was locked in stalemate with the two warriors, nobody giving an inch. But that was too good to be true. The inquisitor used his brute strength to knock Kanan on the bridge of the nose, shattering his nasal bone. Kanan cried in pain, and as the Jedi stumbled about, blinded by agony, the inquisitor made his move. It was lucky for Kanan that Zeb was there, or he might have lost much more than his left hand. The Jedi dropped his lightsaber and cried out in pain. As the lightsaber was about to hit the ground it immediately began levitating toward the inquisitor, who held out an outstretched palm, as if beckoning for something. The lightsaber fastened itself to his belt, and then fell limp. Zeb knew they were in trouble. He saw Sabine and Hera dragging the barely conscious Ezra down to a hallway, and shouted to Kanan.
"You need to go, now!"
"But what about you?' Kanan responded.
"I'll be fine, we Lasats are tough, and I've never lost a fight. Now go." He knew the words he spoke were empty, lifeless and carried no weight with them, and yet he felt instilled with confidence; as if in his small speech he had tricked himself into having hope. He saw Kanan run to the passage way, and take another glance at him. Zeb solemnly nodded. Kanan saluted him, in an almost depressed manor, and then closed the blast doors. Whish slammed with a whoosh. The Lasat sighed.
"At least I could save them, it's the least I could do, after all the stuff they did for me." He smiled, remembering for one last time, the bunk bed falling onto him, the TIE fighter chases, and all their misadventures. Just one last time. His dreams were interrupted by a burning sensation in his chest. He looked forward, puzzled, straight into the veiny eyes of the inquisitor, snarling at him. He meant to chuckle at the memories, but found no air would come, and chocked for breath. The searing sensation traveled up his neck, into his chin, into the bridge of his nose, and then the Lasat, last of his kind, last of the honor guard, was split in twain by a horrible crimson blade.