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Chapter 1
Two Months Ago
"Are we there yet?" Ezra complained. The Ghost had been flying through space for what seemed like decades; he had already finished his quota of moving cargo and antagonizing Zeb. Now he was sitting in the cockpit with Hera; everyone else was in their rooms. (He would have been sleeping right now if Zeb hadn't locked him out of their room.)
"You do realize that there are many things you could be doing right now?" Hera responded, not taking her eyes away from the controls. This had been a constant question for the past thirty minutes. She was used to it by now. "Why don't you go find Kanan, maybe learn something?"
Ezra snorted, "I need a break from Kanan. That's all I do now. Training. Slice this, move that. It sometimes feels like I'm his personal servant, transferring cargo from one side of the ship to the other. It's giving me migraines."
"You'll never become a Jedi if you don't stick to your training. If you're that bored of learning how to use the most powerful force in the universe, you could always help out Sabine. I'm sure that she would love to have a model to try out all her paint on."
Ezra grimaced. "Yeah, I'll stick to the migraines. The last time I helped her out she died my half my white and it didn't come out for weeks!" Hera laughed at that. She could still remember how Ezra would "casually" lean against his left side to block the site of his multicolored hair. She was sure that Chopper was still laughing at him behind his back.
"If it makes you feel better, we're here. Go get Kanan and the others." Ezra nodded, "Sir, yes sir!" He exited to cockpit and started to head towards the rooms. As he was walking, he became aware of a dripping sound. Looking around, he noticed little spots of blood on the floor. Trailing them, he was surprised to find that they were coming from his nose. Huh, Ezra thought, didn't even notice it. He continued to walk down the hall, vainly attempting to stop the now flowing blood from his nose.