Ezra slouched in his seat, propping his head up on his arm. He was bored. That was clear.
He'd taken a mission from Sato at Hera's recommendation. At first, he wasn't gonna do it, but then he heard Kanan and Rex arguing down the hall, and agreed. Those two had been at it for weeks. Sometimes he could hear them, with his Force-heightened senses, late at night, and ended up shoving his head under his pillow. Or he'd hear them arguing over whether he should prioritize Jedi training or Blaster training. Those times usually ended with him banging his head against the wall, just wishing they would just shut up!
This was better than sticking around there. Besides, he wanted to be helpful.
A crew member checked their current trajectory, then turned to Commander Sato. "We'll be arriving in the Del Zennis system any moment."
Ezra stood, but never lost his bored slouch. He leaned an elbow on the back of Sato's chair. "Well, we're coming up on the last known position of our missing patrol, but I already checked the star charts." He gestured to the blue streaks of hyperspace outside the canopy. "There's nothing out here." That earned him quite a sharp look from Sato. Right, not helping. He quickly corrected himself. "But obviously, that's not true since the ship went missing, so, you know, there must be something out here." He finished, nodding nervously.
"When Captain Syndulla said you volunteered for this mission, she insisted you could be helpful." Sato reminded him, turning back to the canopy. "Let us hope that is true."
Ezra held in a sigh. Looked like he wasn't helping as much as he'd hoped. Sure, this was just an excuse to escape his problems, but he still wanted to make Hera proud. There must've been something he could do to help. Then he felt the little nudge he did so often, the one that gave him that unsettling feeling that kept him on his toes. The Force was trying to communicate something. "Something's about to happen." He muttered.
Suddenly, the machines in the cockpit began to beep loudly, increasing speed and volume.
"Commander, we've lost hyperdrive control." The Captain shouted. And suddenly, the blue outside the canopy morphed, twisting in a spectrum of colors as the ship was jostled as if something was yanking it aside. Suddenly, the ship spiraled out of hyperspace.
"Emergency positions," Sato said, running to the controls himself.
Ezra had been thrown back into his chair. His head spun, but he managed to pull himself to his feet. "What's happening?" He asked the Commander. "Are we under attack?"
"We're being pulled out of hyperspace," Sato said, as the ship continued to spin, dizzyingly. "Secure all stations and get me status report."
"Instruments have frozen!" The Captain replied, frantically working on the control board.
The Captain yanked hard on the controls, steadying the ship. The outside stopped spinning… and they were greeted by the sight of an Imperial ship.
"It's a Star Destroyer!" Ezra shouted, too shocked to do much more.
Sato shook his head. "No." He said. "That is something else."
What?! What else could it be?
"Send the distress signal. Now!" Sato ordered and began recording a transmission. "Phoenix Home to Ghost. We've been pulled out of hyperspace. The Empire-"
Then all the lights shut off, and the ship jostled as it began floating towards the Imperial ship. Well, this day couldn't get worse.
The Ghost crew, minus one member, sat around the holochess table, watching a hologram of Commander Sato. They received a signal from Sato ship, and everyone was on edge, not just because of Sato, but Ezra, too.
"Phoenix Home to Ghost." The hologram said. "We've been pulled out of hyperspace. The Empire-"
"The transmission was jammed," Kanan said as Hera shut the table off and flicked the lights back on.
"But still, that doesn't make any sense," Hera said, even though she knew it didn't change the circumstance. "You can't pull a ship out of hyperspace because you never know exactly where it is. A tractor beam can't get a lock."
"That's 'cause this isn't a tractor beam." Sabine Said. "It's a gravity well. When I was at the academy, they were developing a new cruiser with gravity well projectors powerful enough to pull a ship out of hyperspace."
Hera frowned, irritated. "Well, it looks like they finished it."
Sabine shrugged her shoulders. "Chances are they're still testing the system. If they follow Imperial procedure, the testing zone for this type of ship wouldn't be that large." She pressed a few buttons on her wrist console. "You'll probably find it not far from where we lost contact with Commander Sato."
Kanan stood. "All right, everybody. Gear up. We're goin' out there."
Hera was the next to stand, but not to get ready. "Not everybody. You and Rex will go to that system." She said, crossing her arms. "Find that ship, and I bet you find Ezra and the others."
Kanan rolled his eyes. "Not Rex! I'll take Zeb or Sabine."
"Rex's military experience will be invaluable and he can also impersonate a stormtrooper."
Kanan chuckled. "Right. That's because he is a stormtrooper."
Hera frowned at him in disapproval. "No, he was a clone trooper."
Kanan crossed his arms, looking away. "Same thing."
"Kanan," Hera put a hand on his shoulder, firm, not comforting. "I sent Ezra. This is the only way."
Kanan sighed in defeat. "All right. We'll get 'em back. All of them."