Ghosts of Christmas Past
** Alas…once again I have to remind myself that I do not own Star Wars Rebels. *Cry* I own my own imagination and creativity though! They can't take my thoughts away!
I'm going to make mini chapters of this fic because time is of the essence right now with it being the holidays (I'm a pet sitter/ behaviorist and retail worker) **
Chapter 1: Holidays of the Past
The day had been a great success. The Ghost crew had just finished an assignment and collected on their credits. They had managed to obtain a few extra crates of unknown content; the plan, to sort through and sell the extras on the black market for extra credits. Hera and Kanan climbed down into the cargo bay to already find Ezra looking into one.
"Hey Kid. I didn't say you could open them yet, I told you to wait for us. There could be dangerous items in there." Kanan's voice was serious and calm, but there was a slight hint of amusement due to the impatience of his young padawan. Ezra startled the lid quickly shutting.
"Sorry Kanan..I couldn't help it." The teenager grinned but Kanan felt something more. He felt sadness. He watched his student climb up onto the walk.
"I'm going to go take a shower. Having to sit in close proximity of Zeb for an hour doesn't make for a pleasant aftermath." Before his master could stop to question him, Ezra Bridger had disappeared down the hall.
"Wonder what's gotten into him." The Twi-lek murmured as she looked over the boxes, deciding which one to open first.
Kanan opened up the crate that his youngling student just had opened. He silently scanned over the items stopping on some red and green items with bits of white.
"I think I know." He reached in and pulled out a red triangular floppy hat with a large while ball of cotton at the tip, the crown encircled with white. Kanan hadn't seen anything like this in years, since before he left for the Jedi temple. It wasn't a holiday celebrated by many in the location they were in. It wasn't a holiday celebrated by many at all anymore. Typically, Christmas was viewed as a human holiday just like "Life Day" was a Wookie celebration.
"I've seen those before. It's a human holiday right? It pops up a little once a year. Never really did much research. Just took it as a weird holiday." Hera had walked over and was inspecting the crate.
"Why did it seem to upset Ezra?" The pilot may be indifferent in battle, but when relaxed she was a mother at heart. Hera enjoyed being able to care for Ezra like one of her own. It gave her joy and hope.
"My guess is it reminded the kid of his past. When his parents were still around." He placed the hat back.
"I don't think we'll get a lot for this crate but we can try to get something." The two sorted through the other crates, every now and then one or the other would make a comment about how they were left with the dirty work while the three "kids" ran off to play. Hera was planning a long list of chores. Little did they know, a certain Mandalorian teenager had watched the whole thing.