A/N – I thought about writing a fun little twoshot to get myself back into the grove again, so here goes.
The team edged into the main generator room, their heads darting across the room looking for any more Imperials.
"Room's clear, Spectre 1." stated Zeb, still eyeing the wall in front of him.
"I hear ya, lets get in and out fast." replied Kanan, already moving towards the centre of the room.
Ezra, on the other hand was distracted by a small desk in a secluded corner of the room, he'd developed a habit of rummaging through any drawer he saw recently. Nobody knew why.
"Kid, stop playing with that hydrospanner and help me open this." Kanan shouted, exasperated. He was in position to open the small door and had his hand wrapped around the steel handle.
"This isn't a hydrospanner, Master. Although it does look like one..." Era trailed off, obviously intrigued by his latest find. "Oh well, guess I'll ask someone later" he sighed, hooking the strange object onto his belt and began to make his way over to the older Jedi.
The pair grabbed a handle each and pulled, the hatch coming out of its housing cleanly.
"Well that wasn't so bad, was it?" Ezra smirked, but before he knew anything the device he placed on his belt made a high-pitched bleep and before Ezra could say anything he'd been shrunk. "Oh, Karabast."
"What did you do?" Was all Hera could manage before bursting out laughing. Ezra simply stood on the pilot's console and scowled disapprovingly at the Twi'lek. "Hey – don't look at me like that." She squeezed out "I'm not the one the size off a caff cup!".
"Ya know Hera, I'da thought you'd be the one that'd take a sensible point of view." still annoyed, the kid jumped down from the instruments and walked through the rest of his unsympathetic crew before climbing into a vent.
Conclusion will be posted later today.
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