This is my first fanfiction, please review to let me know what to improve and/or change. Enjoy.
It was early noon at Yavin-4, the system's sun wasn't even visible from the surface yet, it was only illuminating it indirectly through the refraction of the planet's atmosphere.
The landmasses of Yavin-4 were covered mostly by rainforest, one flying over the surface at low altitudes would be able to spot pyramid like structures in midst of all the trees, the remnants of a long extinct race that once inhabited the planet.
A large clearing in the jungle made room for a significantly larger pyramid; it was surrounded by modern infrastructure. A sizable area in front of the pyramid was covered in permacrete; it served as a landing pad for the starships and fighters currently located at the base: two Hammerhead class corvettes, one large CR90 Corvette, a VCX-100 Light freighter and surprisingly a mandalorian Kom'rk-class fighter. Despite it being early morning the base's personnel was already on active duty; they were transporting cargo crates, maintaining the ships and managing the station's logistics.
Four standard weeks had passed since the rebel defeat on Atollon, after the battle the surviving rebel forces made multiple hyperspace jumps to cover the tracks of their escape. Mon Mothma's plan behind the decision not to send reinforcements had worked out: Thrawn did not know about the real size of the rebel military presence in the galaxy. After the remaining ships had reached Yavin-4 they assembled an outpost near the large temple; said outpost was then expanded and improved upon in the following weeks.
Ezra was thinking about all of this while sitting cross legged on the soft grass in front of the base.
There had been barely any combat missions for the Ghost crew since they arrived at the Yavin system, all available cargo ships were required to assist the construction of the new base. Most of the time Hera, Zeb and Chopper were busy transporting containers of building materials and supplies to the surface from orbit. Meanwhile, Kanan was busy organizing and discussing important matters about the future of the Massassi group with Dodonna and the other generals. And Sabine, the mandalorian girl he had started to admire the first moment they met; she had returned to Krownest with her Clan after the first escape jump from Atollon, where they parted ways with the Rebels. Ezra had not heard of her since, the last time he saw her she was with her mother, talking to Hera about the outcomes of the battle and a future cooperation between rebels and mandalorians in their fight against the empire.
His train of thought was interrupted by a short, high pitched noise originating from his comlink, followed by Hera's familiar voice:
"Spectre 2 to Spectre 6, meeting at HQ in 5".
After extracting the comlink from his belt he answered the call: "Spectre 6 to Spectre 2, on my way."
He stood up and started walking back towards the base, quickly returning to his previous train of thought: now, he had been mostly alone after arriving to Yavin-4, a lot of free time, therefore a lot of time to think about his past and future, and so he did.
He now realized that he couldn't stop improving on himself. Kanan told him that he had great potential in the force when they first met on Lothal; he had been wasting said potential since Kanan was blinded on Malachor. His master told him he had little to teach him anymore, so Ezra stopped training his abilities further.
He reached the main entrance to the base and headed towards the meeting room.
He now recognized his mistake, and vowed to never stop trying to exceed his limits and to improve on himself.
Only doing so, someday, the war against the Empire could be won.