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The blue of the hologram glowed softly against the darkness outside of Ghost. The unnatural, scratchy voice of the hooded, mysterious figure Fulcrum filled the cockpit. They had just dropped off the crates to the flotilla above Mandalore where the droids of Fulcrum had greeted them, and now Fulcrum had contacted Hera once again.

"Hera, I'm sorry, but you have to go on another mission. The rebellion is low on supplies, and the Ghost crew is the most successful at bringing in supplies." Hera nodded, not daunted at the aspect of another job.

"So, what do we do?"

Ezra woke up, the mattress and sheets soft against his cheek, a headache pounding behind his eyes. He was faintly aware of Kanan dozing on the seat next to him.

And then the Inquisitor took over once again, and he knew no more.

Sabine and Zeb were sitting around the table waiting for Hera to come out. In mean time, they wondered about Ezra. His fever had gone down drastically, something that astonished the crew. He had stubbornly walked all over Ghost despite Kanan's and the crew's complaints. Still, he was weak and unable to do much without getting dizzy or falling over. He had bumbled around as if he was un-used to his own body. He was strong, sure, but a fever couldn't simply be cured because he was strong.

Hera exited the cockpit, and Sabine and Zeb shook off those worrying thoughts. Sabine's head snapped up and asked rather eagerly;

"What did Fulcrum say?" Hera sat down with a defeated sigh, and crossed her legs.

"We have to go to Hoth to take some supplies. Again." She replied, resigned. Zeb's ears pricked up at her tone.

"Well, what's wrong with that?" he asked, baffled. "It's just a simple supply run… we get money, the rebellion goes on…" He trailed off, unable to think of why Hera would sound so disappointed. Hera's eyes were fixed on her lap.

"Well… Hoth's base is sort of deserted because of the fact that the base at Hoth has nearly impenetrable walls, and no Sabine, your bombs won't work either," she said, forestalling Sabine's question that she was about to ask. Sabine's mouth snapped shut rather sulkily, cropped hair flopped in front of her face. Hera continued now with a small smile "and the only way in is through vents…" Their eyes widened in comprehension, understanding dawning upon both of them.

"And Ezra is the only one able to go through the vents."

"Why didn't you tell Fulcrum?" blurted out Sabine.

"I didn't study the base until she gave me the mission and sent me the files on the base on Hoth."

They all fell silent, wondering how they can accomplish the mission without Ezra. Ezra… just couldn't. He was too sick, too weak, still not recovered enough.

"I'll go."

Three heads turned towards the person who said that. Ezra was leaning against the ladder. A moment of silence, just like the calm before the storm. True to the word, a storm of protests followed.

"But you're-"

"No, definitely-"

"- kidding me-"

"- killed"

"Crazy plan-"

"Hey, where's Ezra?" came the alarmed yell of Kanan, echoing from above the ladder. The flurry of protests stopped abruptly. Few moments later, his boots appeared, and began to ask a question, meanwhile dropping onto the floor.

"Where's E-"

The question was cut off by the sight of Ezra, who looked at him defiantly, chin tilting upwards. Kanan's mouth opened and shut. His face turned red rapidly. "You should've-"

"Hey, Kanan." Said Sabine, cutting off his rebuke. "Ezra here says he can go on a mission with us."

"What? Ezra, no, you're still too weak-" was Kanan's instant reply.

"Isn't that for me to decide how weak or ready I am?" asked Ezra determinedly with a hint of amusement. Kanan was once again speechless.

"Kid, you can barely walk without falling over-"

"I'm far better now. Plus, all I have to do is open the doors from the inside. The rest of you can do the fighting, and I'll be safe up in the vents."

"He does have a point…" said Hera rather thoughtfully, and she nodded slowly to herself. "Plus, it's a simple mission." Sabine and Zeb simply watched Ezra, Hera and Kanan intently, offering no arguments, as if they were watching a game of holo-chess. Kanan swung his gaze to her sharply, and Hera stared calmly back. He shook head rapidly, groaning in the process.

"No, this whole thing is crazy! You're putting the kid in danger, he hasn't fully recovered yet, can barely walk without getting dizzy tripping or- or- and now you're telling me he is going on a mission?! How irresponsible is that?! He's just a kid!"

The whole crew fell silent at his outburst. Even Ezra looked taken aback, all sense of humour gone. Kanan stood still for a moment or two, then seemed to realize what he just did. His face had a tinge of remorse on it, but he continued.

"Loo-look, he just can't-"

"I think Ezra is right love." Said Hera gently, and got up and placed a hand on his shoulder. Kanan sagged, and looked at Ezra's stubborn features. He sighed, shook his head and brushed off Hera's hand and climbed back up the ladder. Hera looked worriedly up the ladder, before she turned back to the stunned Zeb and Sabine and sat back onto her seat. Ezra walked over rather shakily as if someone had swapped his legs with another person's, and sat as well. Once they were ready, Hera activated a hologram of Hoth.

"Alright crew, here's the plan…"

Kanan sat on his bunk, head lowered and eyes closed. Every now and then he shook his head and sighed. The whole plan is crazy. He knew he should be down there at the table, getting briefed just like everyone else, but he couldn't. How could he survive the guilt if Ezra got even more injured just because he went on this mission? The rebellion could wait- Ezra was family for goodness sake. Seeing him unable to walk without getting light-headed when usually he was so full of energy had thickened his resolve not to let any more harm befall upon him. How could he let the boy walk into more danger that with no doubt this so called 'simple' mission would bring?

Sighing, he got up and stretched. He walked out of the room, only to be greeted by Hera.

"I don't want to talk right now." He growled, and turned away.

"Oh, I think you will." Said Hera with steely calm. She put her hands on her hips, lekku swinging slightly. "Look Kanan, the whole crew is depending-"

"Depending on me? Yeah, that I know. Especially Ezra. That's why this whole plan is crazy!" He exclaimed, and threw his hands up at the last few words, eyes widening in exasperation. Hera shook her head sadly, head slightly lowered.

"Look love, don't think I don't feel responsible for Ezra. But this mission won't succeed if Ezra isn't there. And you should feel proud instead because of the fact that Ezra is determined to do it even though he's sick. Proud that he's strong enough." Kanan sighed, and lifted his head. With narrowed eyes, he said softly;

"I am proud."

And he really meant it.

"So let him do it dear."

Ok, hopefully that chapter sounded believable. Until next chapter!

PS. I just realized I have been spelling 'lekku' wrong. Oops.