A/N first off, unlike my other stories, this one is not connected to my overall personal 'Expanded Universe', but a stand-alone fic, taking place years after the series in the old Expanded Universe timeline, roughly around the same time as the graphic novel "Star Wars: Unity". Also it will be Ezra/Sabine as well as Kanan/Hera. If you aren't fond of those pairings you likely won't enjoy this. Beyond that, as always I don't own Star Wars or any related character.
Star Wars Rebels
Remember Me
Chapter 2: Ghost Rising
Nar Shaddaa, Under City
Nar Shaddaa and Coruscant are often considered mirror images of one of another. Coruscant is the gem of the Galaxy, the hub of civilization, capital of first the Republic, then the Empire, and now the New Republic. Nar Shaddaa was the twisted reflection. Dark, corrupt, over-ran by gangs, thugs, mafias, among other unsightly types. But there was a sense of honor among them. But, someone had come to the dark planet's Under City, and a series of seemingly random and brutal murders have happened. For that reason, the Jedi Council on Yavin 4 had sent a team to the planet secretly to try to stop the killing.
Three human men, dressed in black, carefully made their way through the narrow alleyways beneath the massive city, barely able to hear the roaring of the speeder traffic. "Hey, found something…" one whispered, his head perked up and quickly made a hard turn down a side alley, deep in the shadows.
The three stood in total darkness for only a moment, before they pulled their lightsabers from their belts and with three pop hiss's later the blue and green lights of their blades.
"Sith Spit…" one gasped at the sight of what was left of a Twi'lek woman and human male. Both had pieces of their bodies scattered across the alley, and their blood splattered the walls and alley floor.
"Who could have done this…" One of the Jedi whispered, squatting down beside the Twi'lek's limbless and headless torso.
A pair of insane, yellow eyes opened in the darkness and a sadistic smile opened to reveal jagged bloody lips. The Three Jedi never knew what hit them…
-SW-
Yavin 4
"Kento Eclipse, Darran Cortana, Zafron Orguss," Jedi Master Kanan Jarrus spoke up as he paced before three young Jedi Academy Students, on the verge of becoming Padawans. "You have done well in your studies and training," Kanan said, running a gloved hand through his graying hair. "But you are not Jedi. Not yet."
He stopped and faced the three teenaged boys. "With the training has come skill, and with that skill has come confidence," He turned to glare at the smirking Eclipse, "But to some of you, overconfidence."
"You believe in yourselves," Kanan said glancing among them, "But… do you believe in each other?"
Darran and Zafron nodded while Kento crossed his arms and smirked. "Is there a point to this, Master Jarrus," Kento asked to the elder Jedi Master, "or do you just enjoy hearing yourself talk?"
"Well, as a matter of fact, I do like the sound of my voice," Kanan smirked, "But, like my first Padawan, it seems you struggle learning in a traditional fashion, but strive more in surviving."
"So, these are the last words before today's test," Kanan took a step back outside the large open ring that the three boys were occupying, "It's simple. Armed with trainer lightsabers, you are going to face a Jedi Knight, also with her lightsaber replaced with a trainer. Three on one, and she has been instructed to go easy. You'll likely lose, but… you could win… if you work together."
"Fair enough," Kento pulled a training saber to his hand with the Force from the rack, and his two companions did the same. "So who are we beating?"
The door swung open and Jedi Knight Depa Jarrus walked in with a slight pump of her hips and a playful smirk on her lips. She held out her hand and the small discus-shape ultrachrome shield disconnected from the back of her halter top's straps and flew to her arm.
"So… when do we start?" Zafron asked nervously.
"Whenever you little boys are ready," Depa smiled at the three and stood patiently, holding her shield at her side, and her free hand resting on her cocked hip. She shook her head, letting her loose Lekku whip around before her before lazily glancing to her shield.
Kento roared as he leapt toward her, activating his lightsaber mid jump, but the blade only struck the ground. He glanced up to see the Twi'lek flipping through the air. And with a twist of her shield, her trainer lightsaber ejected from its hiding place, activating as it went, leaving a trail of pale white before she took a fighting stance upon touching the ground, her saber held to the side and shield toward her opponent. "You make too much noise…" Depa smiled.
She extended her blade to block a downward slash from her left from Zafron, then spun around to smack the incoming Darran, then locked her blade with Kento.
Kento and Depa parried slashes for a moment, and she took a split second to glance to see Darran getting back up and preparing to rush her from behind. She spun on one heel, and tossed her shield to smack Darran back down, which bounced off his chest to hit Zafron, knocking them both to the ground. All the while, Depa continued to focus on her saber fight with the young Eclipse. Without even taking her eyes off the boy, she made another quick spin to catch her returning shield and held it toward the boy.
Eclipse's eyes widened when he saw the hidden blaster in the shield, and barely rolled to the side to dodge the stun bolts.
He barely was able to get back on his feet when the Twi'lek rushed him again and with a set of jumping kicks she practically ran up his chest. She then spun on a heel to do a snap kick to the recovering Zafron, finally locked blades with Darran. "You boys finished warming up?"
Darran and Zafron looked at each other, and both rushed the female Jedi Knight at the same time, and for the first time in the fight Depa had to go on the defensive, using her saber and shield to deflect their combined effect. She shared a smile with her father, before she dove, rolling between them. Just as she was directly between the two boys she stood on her hands and did a split kick to hit them both just below their ribs.
She swung her lightsaber and it hit Darran in the arm, giving him a non-lethal but very painful shock, then slammed Zafron with her shield sending him down hard on his back. She quickly swung her saber down, bringing her weapon across his chest.
"Guess it's just you and me, Depa," the younger Kento smirked, twirling his lightsaber in his hand.
"And that's why you're about to lose, Kento," Depa took her fighting stance.
"Yeah, you and…" He started, but gasped when she tossed her shield at him, striking him in the chest, then Force threw him high in the air. She flipped into the air, deactivating her lightsaber as she went. While her shield was still flipping in the air, she caught it with both feet and used it and the Force to push herself farther into the air behind Kento. She caught him from behind, and then flipped him back toward the ground. He hit with a hard, sickening thud, and she landed a moment later. She caught her shield and reactivated her lightsaber, ready for him to get back up, if able. He was not.
"And that's the match," Kanan said, walking up beside the struggling Kento Eclipse.
"That… was a lucky shot…" Kento groaned, before falling back down on his face.
"Excellent work, Depa," Kanan gave a small bow to his eldest daughter, "Your Master has trained you well."
"Thank you, Dad," Depa smiled, returning the bow, "Will that be all?"
"It will, thank you for the time," Kanan nodded, excusing his daughter, before turning to the three battered boys, nursing their bruised bodies and egos. "You three, do you know why you lost?"
"Because Depa's a badass?" Zafron croaked from the floor.
"True, but also because you would not work together as a team, as a unit," Kanan paced before them, "The one time she was on the defensive was when Zafron and Darran worked together, had the three of you teamed up and worked together, you could have possibly overtaken her. But you didn't, and now you are the floor, and she walked out the door to tell the whole academy how easily she whipped the poo-doo out of you."
Kanan's lecture was interrupted by a beeping from his belt. He pulled out the com read the message. "Alright, you just got lucky. I have to go. You three will spend the rest of your assigned training time meditating on what you learned today and how to better apply yourselves." Kanan replaced his com and crossed his arms. "Any questions?"
"Yeah… is Depa seeing anyone?" Darran asked timidly.
"I'll answer that with a question of my own," Kanan narrowed his eyes, "How quickly do you wish to become one with the Force?"
All three gulped at the vaguely hidden threat and warning. "If there is nothing else, I'll take my leave. Begin meditating and I will see you all same time tomorrow. Dismissed."
Kenan left the training hall and made his way to the Jedi High Council Chambers. He entered the large wooden door to find he was the last to arrive.
"Running late, as usual, Old Man?" Master Ezra Bridger sat reclining in his seat in the circular room.
"You know me and entrances, my old Padawan," Kanan said to his best friend. He glanced around to see the rest of the council seated. Grand Master Luke Skywalker, his sister and fellow Jedi Knight/New Republic Senator Leia Organa-Solo, "Fulcrum" Ahsoka Tano, the clone of Galen Marek better known as Starkiller, and finally Grandmaster Skywalker's new bride and former Imperial Assassin Mara Jade-Skywalker.
"How's Kento doing?" Starkiller asked Kanan.
"Your son's skills are growing," Kanan smiled, "His team work could use some work… no idea where that came from…" Kanan smirked as Starkiller sat back and rolled his eyes.
"I'll talk to him…" Starkiller grumbled.
"Don't be a hypocrite… let Juno talk to the boy," Ahsoka piped up, and Starkiller turned to his friend with a look of mock-betrayal. As if his wife Juno Eclipse would be better suited…
"Since that's settled, are we good to get this called meeting started?" Luke Skywalker spoke up.
"Is this about moving the High Council meeting chamber to the Temple on Coruscant?" Ezra asked, "I know the construction project is almost complete."
"That will come up soon but no… the purpose of this meeting is to discuss a killer on the loose on Nar Shaddaa," the Grand Master stated.
"A killer?" Leia smiled softly to her twin brother, "Luke, you're going to have to be a bit more specific… there's a small army of them among the gangs and thugs on that Force-Forsaken world."
"General thug or murderer we would leave to the local law enforcement, but… no, this killer is not only Force sensitive, but Force trained," Luke stated, frowned deeply, "And quite powerful. I dispatched a group of three Knights to investigate the serial killer. They were slaughtered." He glanced around the group, "I believe we need to send someone with greater skill level to investigate. A Master would be better to deal with it subtly and quickly."
"I'll go and take care of the situation," Starkiller stated with a snort.
"Subtly, Marek," Kanan smiled, "we don't need buildings blown into orbit or ships blown out of orbit."
"I suggest Master Bridger and Knight Jarrus accompany him," Luke spoke up again, "They've been studying arts from the recently discovered holocrons on the Jedi Shadows. Do you think you've learned enough to stealthily investigate the matter, Ezra?"
"Depa's taken to it better than I have honestly, but I think we could pull it off," Ezra nodded, "any other info on the subject before we start making preparations to leave?"
Luke and Leia shared concerned looks before the Grand Master reluctantly pressed a few buttons on the control panel of his chair. "We gained security footage from a cantina on Nar Shaddaa from a week ago. We are not sure if this is the killer but… they were able to easily dispatch a known Sith."
A moment later, in the center of the room the hologram of the cantina appeared and it showed Lumiya fighting a Mandalorian in very familiar armor to a few present. "Sabine!" Ezra shot to his feet, then gasped when he saw her gut the Sith then broke her neck. "W-What?"
The hologram ended, and Kanan got up and stood by his former apprentice, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.
"I can't say I'll miss the witch…" Luke stated, remembering his harsh past with the Sith, "Also, I honestly don't think Sabine Wren is the killer we're looking for, but she could possibly have leads on him or her. We've gotten reports of the pink armored Mandalorian hunting down former Inquisitors and Emperors Hands over the last few months, and a bounty hunter using the alias Hera Bridger has been cashing in the bounties."
"That's another reason I'd like you to go, Ezra, you were the closest to Sabine, you're more likely to be able to make contact…" Luke said, then glanced to Kanan, "But if you don't think you can, I can send Kanan or Ahsoka."
"No, No I can do it," Ezra swallowed hard, "I've been… we've been looking for her so long…"
"Keep your guard up, Ezra," Kanan advised, "it has been almost 18 years. She may not be our Sabine anymore." Ezra gave his master a look, "I want to be wrong, too. But be prepared."
"So, do we take a transport?" Ezra said, sitting back down.
"Too risky," Mara spoke up, "If this killer has access to the computer systems he could monitor the air traffic, and then lay a trap for you. It would be best to take a personal transport and land off the beaten path.
"Take the Ghost," Kanan offered, "Depa knows how to fly her, and Chopper's been keeping it pretty close to flight ready." Kanan smiled, "Since we been mostly using Republic Transports instead of the old Girl, she's been just sitting in the hanger by the house. Take her out and let her stretch her legs."
"Sounds like a plan," Luke smiled, "Ezra, you and Depa keep in contact with regular reports and leave immediately. We need to get this sorted before any more lives are lost."
"I'll get Depa to meet you at the ship," Kanan nodded.
"If there's nothing else, let's be dismissed," Luke stood up, and the other Masters followed suit, "May the Force be with us all."
-SW-
Ezra gazed out the window of the transport as Kanan drove him and Depa to the settlement a short distance away from the Jedi Academy. It wasn't a large settlement, not much bigger than Tarkin Town back on Lothal, but it was built around the almost abandoned Rebel Alliance Base that commanded the now legendary Battle of Yavin.
The speeder stopped before a large almost Spartan home and the three climbed from the vehicle. Kanan's three youngest came running to great them. The thirteen year old Lux stood a slight distance back waving to his beloved Uncle Ezra, eight year old Kora ran to her big sister and hugged her, all while the three year old Sabi went straight to her daddy, dragging a stuffed Tauntaun that was almost bigger than she was.
Kanan swooped down and lifted little Sabi into the air, her tiny lekku twitched excitedly as she giggled, but kept her death grip on "Taunie".
"Caleb and Chopper are running checks on the Ghost's light systems, Dad," Lux said of his elder brother, "Finally… Mom had to threaten him with Sabi Tea Party duty to get him off his tail."
"Caleb or Chopper?" Kanan asked.
"Both," Lux smirked with a slight chuckle.
"I'll check on Caleb and Chopper, make sure they haven't killed each other," He said, glancing to Ezra and Depa, "You two go see Hera."
"Where's she at?" Ezra asked, glancing to Lux.
"In the Holo-conference room," Lux pointed back to the house, "You might catch Uncle Zeb while you're at it."
Ezra and Depa walked into the house and made it to the conference room and found Hera seated before two holographic images, one of Ezra's old bunk mate, the Lasat Garazeb "Zeb" Orrelios and beside him was a petite woman with long blond hair and striking eyes standing with her arms crossed. "It boils down to bloody stubbornness, Hera," the woman sighed in frustration, "And you know how I feel about our innocents being harmed in crossfire. I had hoped with the Empire gone and the Jedi on the rise this would stop…"
"Maketh's right, Hera," Zeb nodded, "but the Imperial presence isn't answering to the Imperial Command, Kallus is still fighting the war. If we can cut off the head of the snake this will be done and over with."
"We might be able to get some Jedi on the ground, Maketh," Ezra spoke up, gaining all three's attention.
"Master Jedi," Maketh bowed respectively.
"How's it going, Kid!" Zeb waved.
"Hey buddy," Ezra smiled, "And I told you repeatedly, Maketh, you can call me Ezra."
"That would be impudent over communications, Master Jedi," Maketh replied, "Particularly business calls… but… if you were to make a more personal private call…" She said, glancing down and away slightly.
"Um… yeah… uh… sure…" Ezra said, unsure how to respond. "But, I can get with the council after this mission and see if we can get a group to Lothal and deal with Kallus."
"Senator Jarrus has my personal contacts, Master Jedi," Maketh stated, "Feel free to contact me at will… concerning our business as discussed of course." She added before her com closed out. "Governor Tua out."
Hera smiled broadly at Ezra as Zeb openly chuckled. "I have one thing to say, Kid," Zeb pointed a finger at his best friend, "She's rich, think about it. See you on Independence Day. Specter Four out."
"She IS nice, Ezra," Hera rolled her chair completely to face Ezra, resting her hands on her very pregnant belly, "at least she is now."
"Oh don't start…" Ezra groaned and Depa giggled at her uncle and mother.
"Kanan called ahead, he volunteered the Ghost…" Hera said, her smile turning into a frowning glare, "It would have been nice to talk to me first before volunteering my Girl…"
"Hera, it's me… and your own daughter," Ezra held out his arms and motioned to Depa, "You know I love that old ship…" The sharp look from the pregnant Twi'lek caused him to quickly amend, "You know I love that ship, and would never do anything to cause any harm to come upon her or your daughter."
"I know, that's why Kanan isn't spending the night at the Academy for the next week…" Hera stated, and then pointed to Ezra, "One little scratch. One single little scratch, just a chip of paint, and not even the Force can protect you."
"We'll all be fine, besides," Ezra flashed one of his winning, charm-filled smiles, "We'll have Chopper to take care of us."
Hera raised an eyebrow but nodded, and glanced to Depa, "Keep your Uncle safe, will you, Love?" She said, struggling to get up, and almost fell. If it wasn't for Ezra's Force-enhanced reflexes she would have fallen to the floor.
"Hera?" Ezra asked in concern as he held her till she steadied herself.
"I'm OK… I'm OK…" She nodded, "This one is just proving to be a hard one to carry…" She said, touching her belly. "I'm thinking… this may be the last for us."
"I would hope," Depa said, from her mother's side, "Six is more than enough."
Hera walked with Ezra and Depa to the ship and joined Kanan and the rest of her family inside. The Corellian freighter known as the Ghost was in still excellent shape thanks to Hera's astromech droid C1-10PR, better known as Chopper, tirelessly keeping her ready to go in the event of her service being needed again. The family entered the familiar cockpit of the freighter and found Hera and Kanan's eldest boy and the droid running system checks.
"Fuel cells filled and ready," Caleb sat in the pilot seat of ship, "She should get you there, as long as Dumpa doesn't make you crash."
"My name is Depa, you sorry…" Depa started toward her brother, but was stopped by their father.
"That's enough, you two," Kanan said, glancing between his two eldest. "Anger leads to hate… and hate leads to…"
"My brother in a body bag?" Depa popped her knuckles.
"Depa…" Kanan said warningly.
"Yes, Daddy…" she said, giving him a pout that reminded him so much of how she was as a little girl.
"You two need to get along better…" he said, trying to avoid the sad green eyes and pouted lips, "But… just learn from this experience…"
"Yes, Daddy," Depa nodded as Kanan walked past her to stand by Hera at the door. "Still got it…" she whispered with a proud smile toward her fuming brother.
"Alright, Kids, let's leave Uncle Ezzy and Depa to their mission," Hera said to her children and husband, then fixed Ezra a firm glare, "Not a scratch…"
Caleb huffed, then climbed from the pilot's seat, and Depa took his place.
"You be careful," Kanan said as he and his wife ushered Depa's siblings from the ship. "And may the Force be with you."
"May the Force be with you as well, Master," Ezra gave a slight bow.
"See you soon, Mom, Dad," Depa waved with a smile as the hatch closed.
They waited for the family to exit the ship before Depa began the startup procedure.
Ezra sat in the copilot chair and ran a finger across the console, and looked at the dust on his finger. "Are you sure you have her ready to fly, Chop?" Ezra asked the old droid.
The astromech turned its rotating dome toward the Jedi Master, and extended his electroshock prod. "Easy, easy, Chopper!" Ezra held up his hands, "It's a simple question."
Chopper withdrew the prod, but gave some warning beeps before rolling back to the computer.
"Alright, Depa," Ezra turned to the girl. "Once the engines are fully charged, ease the throttle forward, and pull up."
"Uncle Ezra," Depa said in a condescending tone, "I've known how to fly the Ghost longer than I've known how to walk. I have more faith in her than I do the Force. So, just set back and let me fly, kay?"
"Ok…" Ezra barely sat back when he was pushed back into his seat from the G-Force of the sudden full blast of the Ghost's thrusters. "Depa!" he cried, glancing to see her leaning forward, gripping the control yoke with an almost insane smile on her lips.
"Depa… Depa, pull up… please pull up…" Ezra whimpered as the ship roared toward one of Yavin 4's many ancient pyramids. "DEPA, PULL UP!"
She waited to the very last minute and jerked back on the yoke. Most would say making a complete ninety degree upward turn would be impossible in a ship of the make like the Ghost, but obviously most have never met the daughter of Hera Jarrus. In less than 5 yards of slamming into the pyramid, the ship shot straight up, through the atmosphere, then leaving into space.
Ezra sat back and breathed as the younger Jedi typed in the hyperspace coordinates for Nar Shaddaa, and a moment later the white stars became blue lines as they shot forward.
"Should arrive in a few hours," Depa explained.
"Good, meantime, I'm going to go back and meditate, call if you need me," Ezra said standing up, patting Depa on the shoulder, "Good flying. You are your mother's daughter…"
Depa smiled brightly at her former master, before turning her attention back to the controls. Ezra watched her work for a moment, before he exited the cockpit.
As Ezra made his way through the corridors of the ship, waves of nostalgia radiated through him. He climbed down into the commons, and he could see clearly in his mind's eye. Chopper buzzing around being chased by Zeb after likely shocking the Lasat, Hera and Kanan would be on the bench, trying to subtly flirt, and Sabine would be at the kitchenette drinking caff. "Home…" He said, closing his eyes for a moment, then opened them again to find himself alone in the old ship.
He continued on to the quarter's area. He paused before entering his and Zeb's old bunk, instead going across the hall and opening the unlocked door. The graffiti covered walls met him like an old friend, warm and inviting. When Sabine disappeared, none of them could bring themselves to do anything to her room. He took a deep breath as one of his last memories of her and him in that room came to mind.
Ezra smiled to himself as he easily hacked her door again, and let himself into her room. The smile faded when he saw her angrily moving her paint gun over a piece of metal. This was new. Usually her painting was slow, pointed, precise and calculated. This was angry and wild swipes of her paint. "I don't need the Force to know something is bothering you…"
Sabine turned quickly to the intruder, her now lavender hair and pink highlighted bangs bounced with the movement. "What have I told you about invading my privacy?"
"I think something about stopping it, but I figure you'd actually upgrade the lock if you were serious," Ezra crossed his arms and leaned against the wall. "Don't change the subject, what's wrong?"
"This Rebel Alliance thing," Sabine turned to look at her painting, "I don't like it."
"We've been through this, we need to all stand together if we're going to stand a chance against the Empire," Ezra said, approaching his Mandalorian friend.
"But we're not standing together, Ezra," Sabine frowned, "Hera's getting involved in some leadership council with Ahsoka and Organa, You and Kanan are doing this and that with the troopers, they're sticking me with some bomb squad unit, and Zeb's getting with other Lasat survivors. I don't mind joining this alliance, but I don't like it splitting us up."
"Think of it as just extending the team," Ezra smiled compassionately.
"But we're NOT a team, Ezra!" Sabine exclaimed, turning toward the now slightly taller boy, "We're a family! We're a family, and I feel like this Rebel Alliance is ripping it apart… just like the Empire ripped my old family apart…"
"We ARE a family, Sabine," Ezra said, placing a hand on her arm, "You, Me, Kanan, Hera, Zeb, and even Chopper. You're all I have left, too, Sabine. You think I'm going to let anything, Alliance or Empire, take that away from me either." He then flashed her a flirty smile, "Haven't you figured out you can't get rid of me that easy?"
He blanched in surprise when she wrapped her arms around his waist, and laid her head on his shoulder, "Holding you to that, Kid…" She whispered in his arms.
"I always loved hiding out in Aunt Sabine's room," Ezra was brought out of his memory by Depa standing in the door, admiring the paintings on the walls, "So colorful and beautiful, just like I remember Aunt Sabine being herself."
"You were barely over a year old when Sabine disappeared, Depa," Ezra glanced to the girl. "You can't remember much."
"I don't remember much, flashes really, more of color than anything…" Depa replied thoughtfully.
"That is the best way to describe your Aunt Sabine," Ezra smiled sadly, "She was color. She is color… wherever she is…" he then approached the girl, "You needing something?"
"We are approaching Nar Shaddaa, wanted to know which port you wanted us to dock," Depa replied.
"Oh that's easy, we're not," Ezra smiled knowingly at his former Padawan. The two returned to the cockpit, Ezra sat down in the copilot seat and began pressing some buttons.
Depa returned to the pilot's seat as the ship came out of hyperspace over the city-covered moon. "Alright Chop, jam all scanners, and put the Ghost into stealth mode," Ezra then brought up a map of the planet, "The murders all happened in this general area," he said pointing out a series of dots, then brought up an abandoned factory district, "We'll land here, then go from there."
"Why there, why not one of the space ports, there's one not far from there," Depa frowned in confusion.
"We don't know who this killer is or what kind of access he has," Ezra explained, "if he can get his hands on the dock reports, he'd know we're on world and likely looking for him. It's better to just land away from any prying eyes, and keep the element of surprise."
"But, Master, that's illegal…" Depa stated.
"Oh my dear, innocent former Padawan…" Ezra patted her head, "I know. And it's not the worst illegal thing I've ever done."
He then sat back and crossed his arms, "Alright, Dep, bring us in."
-SW-
Old Factory District, Nar Shaddaa
A young male Mandalorian in blue and gold-trimmed armor sat against the smoke stack of one of the abandoned factories, his matching helmet with a black T-shaped visor sat beside him, and in his lap was a sketch book as drew out the city-scape horizon of the planet. This was the best place to do this sort of art, with less lighting he had a clear view of the stars beyond, and the planet the moon was orbiting.
He narrowed his hazel-blue eyes as a familiar ship from his mother's own painted pictures appeared, flying toward him. "It can't be…" He said, putting on his helmet, and activating its built in scope.
He put his art supplies in his armor's back pack, and carefully made his way around the rooftop to follow the Ghost as it flew low over the factories' rooftops. He jumped from roof to roof as he followed it in the shadows, making some jumps that normal humans could not. He fell flat on his stomach as the ship stopped and spun in a half circle before slowly lowering in between factories, jerking slightly as it hit one of the factory walls.
His eyes were trained on the ship as it powered down and the ramp lowered. Thanks to the Holonet News, the young man recognized Jedi Master Ezra Bridger and Jedi Knight Depa Jarrus as they exited the ship, the dark haired Jedi Master was loudly complaining to Knight Jarrus about her flying and how she should have been more careful when flying. He walked over to the side that had hit the wall, with the Jedi Knight following sheepishly behind. She jumped when the Jedi Master yelled about someone going to kill him for that gash.
He got up quickly and ran away from the scene, making careful jumps and slides to a rundown lower class sector. He ran all the way to his apartment and slid the access key to open the door. "Mom!" He exclaimed running into the room. He found his mother dressed in a tank top and sleep pants. His mother glanced to him, from where she was touching up her pink Mandalorian helmet.
"Nate? What's the matter?" she asked, then frowned at the missed mark with her paint gun, "Karabast, I was almost done with that coat…"
"Mom, forget the helmet! The Ghost just landed," He exclaimed, "Ezra Bridger is here."
The only sound was of the clanging of Sabine's helmet and paint gun as they hit the floor.
To Be Continued…
A/N: FINALLY finished! Sorry for the long delay, but real life has been kicking my tail lately. Do hope this was worth the wait. Won't say more without spoiling the story, so just enjoy reading it, drop me a review! More to come!
