A/N So yeah, new update...yay. And just to help you
Sabine is 27
Ezra is 25 at the moment
So without further ado, let the chaos ensue
Life on the Ghost changed once Garazeb joined the two rebels. It first started with getting to know the boy, who said he was 15, and that they could call him Zeb. After that they gave him the grand tour of the ship, and allowed him to get settled in his own Cabin. The night started good until screams could be heard from the Lasat's cabin. It takes both humans to wake the 15 year old, and Dev has to put all his weight into it else the boy hurt them or himself. Once he's awake Dev leads him to the galley and allows Sabine to go back to bed. Zeb does as directed and moves further into the bench.
Dev takes a seat across from him with two cup in hand and hands one to Zeb. Unlike before when the drink was just a glass of water, this is a rich dark brown topped with a white cream speckled in light brown. Zeb looks at it skeptically and watches as Dev takes a long drink from his own cup. When the cup is pulled away it reveals a fake mustache made of the cream. When the human notices Zeb hasn't drank any from his cup he pushes it closer. "It's Hot Chocolate with whipped crème and cinnamon. It helps me get back to sleep."
Zeb nods and tries the drink, humming in content as the rich flavor rolls down his tongue and throat. Dev smiles at the reaction and takes another drink from his own cup. "So this has happened before?" Zeb asks once he finishes half the cup. Dev nods, "More than you know, but it helps having someone around, and knowing I'm not alone."
Zeb nods and the two go back into relative silence, save for the sound of the cups being placed on the table, and later in the sink. Dev turns to Zeb just as the youngling is about to go back into his cabin. "Just so that you know, Sabine and I are here if you need us, just knock, or shout in some cases." in a mumbled side comment that Zeb's large ears are able to pick up "Sabine has enough experience with me." Zeb chuckles at that small known knowledge not meant to be heard and enters his own room. he curls up on the bottom bunk and faces the wall, still not liking how empty the room feels, but knowing that someone is nearby helps.
Dev meanwhile sits in his room studying the different trooper helmets he has collected over the years. the ones on the top shelf are from far in the past and the coating of dust proves that. Each one has a different color and/or pattern which tells it's own story. He looks to the mural Sabine did of his family photo, and gives a sad smile at the life he has lost and was forced to leave behind. As he continues on this train of thought, his comm from Fulcrum goes off, alerting him of either a mission or check in. Most likely both if he's being honest.
"I'm here Fulcrum."
"I was hoping you would be."
"What do you need done that couldn't wait a few hours?"
"Do you know of the planet Ryloth?"
"I suppose our next mission is there?"
"you guessed correctly. There is a budding rebellion there and I would like you to recruit them."
"What can you tell me about this guy?"
"His name is Cham Syndulla. after the death of his wife, he has devoted his life to fighting the empire, but limits the fight around his home."
Dev nods, "Very well, I'll change our course, and direct the Ghost towards Ryloth. I shall contact you when we reach their atmosphere."
Fulcrum nods and the transmission ends. Dev lets out a long breath, and begins heading to the cockpit. He sits in the captain's chair and begins entering the coordinates for Ryloth. Sometime during this Sabine takes a seat in the copilot seat and merely sits in companionable silence. After a moment when Dev finishes prep, and the ghost once again enters hyperspace, Sabine asks "So, any way I can get you to talk about the mission before the morning?"
As she says this she leans back in the chair and brings one leg over the other, crossing her arms and getting comfortable. Dev recognizes it as her way of saying you better tell. "We're headed to Ryloth to recruit General Cham Syndulla."
Sabine sits up straight up at the name. "I recognize that name from my academy days. We were forc- required to learn his fighting tactics from the clone wars."
"I actually got to fight with him once. I never met him in person, I was just a part of his squadron in one of his fights." Dev admits.
"Than lets hope he remembers that." And with that the two leave for their respective cabins.
The next morning, Zeb is the first one awake, and as soon as he takes a seat at the table, promptly drops his head on it, and his arms dangle over the sides. That is how Dev finds the teen when he gets to the galley. He leaves the teen where he lies and begins making his breakfast as well as a pot of caf.
Sabine joins the two to see Dev sitting with a bowl of cereal and cup of juice, and a plate of space waffles set in front of a sleeping Zeb. "Is he ok?"
"Yeah just had a late night like up. Hopefully it gets better with time."
"Well he's got us now, so it'll improve you'll see."
Dev is about to say something when there's a grunt from the sleeping purple mass, and than Zeb picks up his head to see the plate of food in front of him. With a yawn and stretch he mumbles "Thanks for the food." and than begins eating.
"So what are we doing today, supply run, messing with the empire, combat practice, or messing with the empire?"
Sabine laughs, "you said messing with the empire twice now."
"Yeah because they deserve it, and I enjoy it." The Lasat says, sticking his fork into one of the waffles and sticking it up in the air.
"Sorry Zeb, but today I need to talk to someone. If we're lucky we'll come across an empire ship." he quickly adds the last part to cheer the Lasat up. "Fine, but we're practicing later."
"Deal." To make it official The two shake hands shortly after Dev leaves to see how close they are to their destination. Sabine and Zeb joining him just as he takes them out of hyperspace, the planet of Ryloth, home of the Twi'Lek's directly ahead. As they approach a transmission arrives from a nearby ship, when they except it they are greeted by a adult male Twi'lek with varying pigments of orange skin and burnt orange eyes. Sabine studies the man, and her eyes gleam with unasked questions.
"Identify yourselves." At the command Dev can't help but stand up a little straighter. "Dev Morgan, Pilot of the Ghost. I'm here to request an audience with General Cham Syndulla of the Twi'lek Resistance."
Cham stares at the human male and studies him. A few moments pass, and by this time Dev thinks that he will decline. "Very well, we will meet by my terms and at a location of my own choosing."
Both Sabine and Zeb look as though they want to argue, but Dev holds up a hand behind his back. "Very well, We'll await the transmission with the appointed location and terms." When the transmission ends he turns to look at his two crew members. "OK, before either of you two say anything, you need to look at this from a military point of view." both are silent at that and give Dev their full attention. "I know that by allowing him to pick the terms and location will put us at a disadvantage when meeting him, but this needs to get done."
Zeb looks like he wants to argue, but doesn't say otherwise and tries to think on why this is important and what is going to be discussed. Sabine on the other hand knows the information that allows this meeting to make sense. The three stay in the cockpit when the transmission arrives with both the terms and location.
Terms:
The Pilot and Co-Pilot are to attend this meeting
No weapons are to be brought
The meeting ends on my terms
Terms will be added at the location
below is the location
Dev and Sabine study the transmission, and already Sabine does not like what she sees. Just from the information alone they will be at a disadvantage, so they will have to tread carefully. Dev locks in the coordinates of the meeting location, and it takes them to what appears to be Syndulla's own house. It appears to be a two level square like structure with two levels. The upper level has a wrap around balcony that has some of Cham's resistance fighters patrolling.
They land the ghost in the area in the clearing to the front of the base. A pair of soldiers exit the compound to escort the pair to the meeting area. The three crew members go to the loading bay, and Dev turns to the Lasat. "OK, I need you to guard the Ghost, if anything happens you let us know through the comm."
Zeb nods and climbs up the ladder, most likely to retrieve his Bo Rifle from his cabin. Knowing the ship is in good hands the two humans leave, hoping for something good to come of this. Not noticing the three shadows lurking in the shadows.
When Zeb returns to the loading bay, he can just see the backs of the two who have taken him in disappearing into the building. Not one to stand and do nothing, he decides to get some practice in, and begins going over the forms he's been taught back home. As he does this he fails to hear the sound of wheels and feet on the metal floor, until it is just a few feet from him. He whirls around to come face to face with a young Twi'lek female and human male.
The female has spring green skin with pale markings and deep green eyes. She wears a dark beige tank top tunic with orange cargo pants and what seems to be a utility belt. she wears a sturdy pair of boots with gloves on her hands the same color brown. On her head appears to be a makeshift pilot's cap along with goggles. The way she stands is wide eyed and hunched over, surprised at being discovered. The male hangs on her left arm and looks to be trying to pull her back. His dark brown hair is spiked up and looks to be in need of a few brushings. He wears a green long sleeved shirt with dark blue jeans. His black boots go over his pants.
If Zeb were to guess their ages he would say they are older than ten, but a few years younger than himself. "What do you think you're doing?" he growls, trying to make himself seem older by deepening his voice, only for it to crack at the last syllable.
The girl seems to gain confidence from the crack in his voice and wretches her arm fro her companion. "I'm curious, it's in my yard, I'm allowed to check things out."
Zeb glares, and stalks towards her, towering over her form as he stands up straight. "So that gives you the right to enter?" The girl doesn't back down and only nods. Zeb grabs both trespasses by the backs of their shirts and lifts them into the air. "That's it!" He all but roars. Only to drop them as he receives a shock in his lower leg.
The two older members of the ghost approach their ship, Dev rubbing the back of his neck, and Sabine trying to contain her anger. After all that they did to make sure the meeting went well, he still had the gall to decline joining the bigger fight. As they come to the lowered ramp of the cargo bay they see random sparks of bright white outlined in blue, and various shouts, more unfamiliar than familiar.
As they run up the ramp they see a young female Twi'lek held up in Zeb's left arm and a human male held up in his left. The Twi'lek flails around in his grip, and cheers on an old C1-10P droid that tries to shock Zeb from underneath his foot. The human just tries to uncurls Zeb's four fingered grip from the back of his shirt.
Dev tries not to laugh and Sabine is the one to take charge. "KIDS!" And like that everyone freezes up, all but the droid who finally manages to land an electrified blow. At the jolt of electricity Zeb drops the two trespassers on the ground, but they don't make a move to leave. "What is going on here?"
(Zeb Human Twi'lek)
I was doing To check out Keep Hera out I haven't These two come This lunatic We can just Than Chopper Their murder bot
"Enough!" Sabine yells because at this point Dev his holding his head because of all the emotions coming at him. "You two, introduce yourselves, and I want Name and age."
"Hera Syndulla, 11."
"Caleb Dume, 13"
Sabine nods "Ok now Zeb explain what happened."
"I was practicing my fighting forms when these two come on board with their droid. Hera thought that just because the ship was here they could come on board, when I was about to get them off the stupid droid attacks me." Hera quickly interjects "I wasn't going to do anything."
"Hera." Caleb says
"Whatever, I just wanted to check out the inside."
"Yeah, literally."
Sabine just watches the two bicker between each other. "OK Hera, does your father know you're here?"
"He doesn't care, and I want an adventure. I left a note saying where Caleb and I would be, so he can contact us when he finally notices." Sabine stops at this "What do you mean, 'When he finally notices?'"
Hera pouts but explains "After mom died, dad stopped thinking about family, and puts all his focus on his rebellion and his work."
Sabine thinks for a moment. "Let's go talk to the Captain."
As Hera and Caleb follow the Mandalorian, the Twi'lek can't help but send a smug look towards the Lasat. Zeb growls low in his throat and holds his hands up in a choking manner towards the younger female, only to receive another jolt of electricity from the droid. Hera hears the surprised yelp and her smile widens. Sabine leads them to the galley where Dev is laying on the bench with one leg dangling over the edge and both arms over his eyes. He hears the small groups entrance and says. "What?" in an almost whiny voice. Sabine merely knocks his other leg off the couch and takes its place. "Sit up, we need to talk."
"About what?" He than sees the two kids from the loading bay. "It as to do with them doesn't it?"
"Yup, they want to join us."
"OK, how old are you two again?"
"I'm 11, and Caleb's 13. Now before you say anything. I already told her why it shouldn't matter, so talk to her first. Another thing is that I'm good with my hands and can fit into small spaces."
"Sabine and I are good with our hands to, so you'll have to define how you're good."
"Do you remember my droid Chopper? Well I fixed him up with nothing but scraps that I found in the nearby junkyard where I found him."
"Yeah and it hasn't left her side since." Dev contemplates this. "So you're good with machines?"
"Yup, my dad would know that if he took the time to notice."
"Let me sleep on it, your father said that we could stay here the night. If you still want to do this be back on the ship by 0800 sharp."
Hera nods eagerly, grabbing Caleb by the wrist and dragging him out of the ship. As the pair leave, Dev feels a familiar tug at the back of his mind. He looks at the retreating pair, mainly the boy Caleb. As the two figures disappear within the compound he wonders if Caleb had the same feeling.
A/N So, in my First Year Seminar class at UWS, we stared watching an old show called Firefly on Netflix. After the first episode, I couldn't help but see it as a western type of Star Wars. So yeah I may use some of those episodes as inspiration as well as those from the series.