*Stretches* Hey everyone! Wow, it's been a while since I've updated this story, huh? Well, there's a perfectly legitimate reason for that… I had writers block, and I couldn't find the time. So, I made sure it was a bit longer. I hope you enjoy! :D

Q/A's and Reactions:

Chiibe the Rebel- Death can do strange things… XD

Azulablue92- Don't worry Azula! You can easily fix that by re-reading Ezra's death scene in TOS TOM. XD

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EzraSWrebels- He's been through a lot.

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Taylor Fireheart- All of those questions will be revealed in time! :D Enjoy the chapter!

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Midnight Luna- Hmm. Yeah. I'll probably do that after I finish this story, for all you fellow Ezra lovers. You know, it was originally gonna be Sabine who died in that story, but the twist of Ezra dying was so awesome that I had to do it! XD

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Jet's POV


"Okay, hold still," Sabine smirked.

"You know, I think I'm having second thoughts about this!" I protested.

She grinned, aiming the hose at Zeb and me. "Too late."

Suddenly we were pummelled with freezing water as I raised my hands in a desperate attempt to protect my face. "I still don't see how you got a shower and we have to do this!" I barked as Sabine chuckled.

"Because it was you two who used all of my paint! So, I'm just dishing out some justice," the Mandalorian snickered.

I groaned as the water started to hit Zeb. "This is all your fault, Loth Rat," Zeb muttered teasingly.

I shrugged. "Just bringing some fun to your dreary lives."

Sabine raised a brow and aimed the hose back at me, catching me off guard and right hitting me in the face. "Seriously?!" I sputtered, twisting on my heel and rubbing my face. "My mouth was open and everything!" I coughed, wiping the red paint off my face. My cloak weighed heavily on my shoulders as the water washed over it, my face still shadowed by the unique garment.

But the price was definitely worth the fun. Laughter had filled the air, joy slicing through the stagnant tension. And even if it only lasted a few minutes, I saw a side of the crew that didn't seem to shine. Well… at least not anymore.

Movement on the horizon caught my attention. I glanced up at Lothal's grassy expanse, watching the approaching figure curiously. Once close enough, I realised it was Kanan. I wasn't sure how to feel about the older Jedi. He was so reclusive, and there was always a pressure to prove myself and my abilities. I hadn't know the Ghost crew for very long, but I had the feeling that something was very wrong. Obviously whatever happened to them a year ago had effected them greatly, all that remained of the once brave crew being scars and nightmares.

As Kanan walked into the small clearing, he took in the situation and raised a brow. "Do I even want to know?" he quizzed, folding his arms.

"Probably not," I smirked, shrugging innocently.

Sabine turned off the hose and walked over to us. "Back so soon?" she asked Kanan curiously.

He nodded slowly. "I came to see what's going on," he explained.

"Paint war," Zeb summed it up, wiping his face with a towel.

"I see," he smirked, examining the mix of colours that was draining off of Zeb's clothing and down his arms, pooling down at his feet. "And may I ask who started your little warfare?"

Without hesitation, Sabine and Zeb both pointed towards me. I grinned guiltily, and replied "It seemed like a good idea at the time."

He nodded, Sabine and Zeb exchanging glances of joy. I knew that they had fun too, even if they'd never admit it. Even Hera had a small smile tugging at her lips while we were making a mess. I watched Kanan as his eyes glazed over, which they so often seemed to do, before snapping back to reality and staring at me. "You said you know how to fight with any weapon," he started. "Care to demonstrate?"

I perked up, eyes widening. "Yeah," I announced excitedly. Fighting and combat was my thing, an activity I could flow through without a doubt. "I could show you all later if you'd like."

"Sounds interesting," Sabine pondered. "Yeah, I'll watch."

"Me too," Zeb smirked, punching my shoulder. "So I can laugh when you lose."

"Zeb!" Sabine snapped.

"Ha, you won't be laughing when you're the one pinned under my foot," I grinned, raising my chin confidently.

"We'll see about that," Zeb replied while cracking his knuckles.

I turned around and walked back for the ramp of the Ghost, waving my arm dismissively. "Oh, you will see," I called smugly. "…Right after I have a shower."


"Okay, I'm ready," I announced, shaking the tension out of my muscles and stretching my limbs. "How will this work?"

"Okay," Kanan started as the entire crew sat at the edge of the circle drawn into the dirt. "One of us will come into the ring at a time. First to pin the other for three seconds or get them to surrender wins. Got it?"

I nodded confidently. "So, who's first," I smirked.

Sabine stepped forward, placing both her blasters beside the crew. "Hand to hand combat," she stated while circling the perimeter, placing her colourful helmet on and raising her fists. I crouched into a fighting stance, taking steady breaths and clearing my mind. All was still for a tense moment, until Sabine made the first move and sprinted forward. I didn't flinch, swiftly jumping away at the last second and landing behind her. I tried to hit her at external nerve points, but she was quick to twist around and grasp my arm. I smirked, reversing the hold and jumping on her back. She struggled for a moment under my weight before I kicked out her legs, the teen crumpling to the ground with a thud. I held her still but made sure not to harm her while Kanan finished counting down. Once he said '1', I sighed and stood up, offering the Mandalorian a hand. She hesitated at first, staring at me through her tinted visor, before accepting my offer. I heaved her up as she stretched slightly. "You're pretty good," she admitted, pulling off her helmet.

I blushed slightly, which they thankfully couldn't see. "Thanks. You're really quick at fighting."

She nodded with a smile, turning back to the others and sitting down. Zeb stood up next and stretched, strolling into the circle casually. "So, you can fight with anythin' huh?" he smirked while pulling out his bo-rifle. "Let's see 'bout that."

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, pushing down my surfacing doubt. All my combat lessons replayed in my mind, useful teachings sparking my memories. Slowly, I opened my eyes and relaxed my muscles. "Bring it," I grinned while motioning for the Lasat to begin. He smiled, the ends of his staff igniting with purple electricity. We circled each other cautiously, waiting for someone to make the first move. I waited patiently. I needed to see how strong and fast Zeb was, or my attempts could be futile.

Finally, he decided to strike, lunging forward with bo-rifle ready. I slipped away fluidly, surprised at how remarkably fast he was. He twisted back around and eyed me cautiously. Now it was my turn. I leaped into the air and landed on his shoulders, clinging tightly around his back as he struggled to shake me off. I raised my hand and struck him on the spine, causing him to falter and drop his bo-rifle. My eyes widened, since that blow should have caused him to fall, but the Lasat remained strong, finally flinging me off. I groaned while tumbling over the dirt, my vision blurred and back aching. I glanced up as Zeb stood over me, bo-rifle poised. My eyes widened as I searched around for something to use, Kanan beginning to count down.

My gaze locked onto the hose as I used the force to pull it into my grasp. I turned on the water flow with my powers and aimed the hose at Zeb, shooting a spout of cold water straight in his face. He stumbled backwards with a gasp and I jumped up and slid in-between his legs, the hose trailing behind me. I ran a circle around the disoriented Lasat before finally giving a mighty tug on the tube. With a gentle encouragement from my boot, Zeb tumbled down face first, legs knotted in the hose. I quickly jumped on his back, holding his hands in a tight lock. "Uh… th-three… two… one," Kanan stuttered in amazement while Zeb struggled to be released.

Finally, I let go and rolled onto the ground, panting from exhaustion. "Jet, are you okay?" Hera's voice rung through the air. Zeb untangled from the hose and glanced at me with new found respect. "Good job kid. I'll give you that one," he smiled gently, giving a subtle nod.

I sighed and propped myself up on my elbows. "Thanks… but I don't think… I'd have won in a real fight with you," I wheezed, a small grin lining my lips.

He smiled sympathetically, and asked "You okay?"

I nodded quickly, pushing myself back onto my feet and stabilising myself. "Yeah, I'm fine thanks," I sighed. Zeb nodded and picked up his bo-rifle, attaching it to his back again. He went and joined the others as I took deep steady breaths. "I think that's enough for today," Hera stepped forward, concern etched on her face.

"No," Kanan put up his hand. "She still has one more opponent to beat."

I raised a brow, wondering who was going to step forward. But when the others glanced at each other in confusion, a hint of dread seeped into my system. Kanan strolled into the circle, my eyes widening. "Kanan, wait," Hera tried to intervene.

Kanan pulled the two cylinders I'd stolen when I first met him off his belt and twisted them together with a click. He threw the object towards me as I fumbled to catch it. I stared down at it in confusion, glancing back at Kanan for some kind of guidance. "It's a lightsaber," he explained, pulling something else from behind him. It was the lightsaber I'd seen in his cabin the other day!

"Kanan, this is crazy!" Hera snapped. "You can't expect her to fight you with that! Someone's going to get hurt, and she's already tired enough-"

"Don't worry Hera," I reassured, though a note of doubt lingered in my tone. "I can do this."

She turned to me with concern and uncertainty. "Jet, you don't have to do this," she started.

I glanced at Kanan and took a deep breath. She was wrong. I did have to do this. I had to prove that I was worthy enough to be part of their crew, and I had to earn their respect. Especially Kanan's. "It's okay," I sighed, igniting the blade. "I've got this."

She stepped back nervously, watching the scene with wide eyes. Kanan activated his saber, the blue blade jumping to life. I slashed my sword experimentally, adapting to the new weapon. I had never used such a light and deadly weapon before, but I was a fast learner. All I needed was to watch Kanan's movements carefully and create a strategy. So, I settled into a defensive stance and waited for Kanan to begin. Though it seemed the Jedi had the same idea.

After a tense, still moment, I switched to the offensive and lunged forward, swinging the blade down. Kanan smirked, our blades clashing and my vision engulfing in a burst of light. I stumbled backwards, rubbing my disorientated eyes and raising my blade just in time to block a blow from Kanan. My heels ground into the dirt as he pushed down against the swords. I groaned, quickly pushing his sword up and then jumping away. Twisting on my heel, I switched once again to the defensive and made sure to keep my balance.

Kanan pounced forward, blue clashing with blue as my muscles struggled to maintain the fight. I gritted my teeth and tried to kick his leg out. His legs wavered for a moment, giving me the perfect opportunity to push his blade aside and sweep his feet out from under him. He landed on his back with a thud, my small victory diminishing quickly as he recovered and shifted to a defensive stance.

This time, I used different sword and staff techniques I'd learnt over the years to attack, but his defensives were too strong to break. I stepped back, balancing myself and catching my breath. Kanan was quick to take advantage of this and attacked, forcing me back as I blocked his powerful blows. Block. Block. Swipe. Block. Duck. Swing. Jump. Block. Block.

This process went on until my muscles began to scream at each blow. I was panting heavily, hands sweating and energy fading. Every fibre of my body begged me to stop, surrender and end the fight, but I just couldn't. You never show fear, and you never give up. They were the two most important lessons I'd learnt. So, with one final attempt, I swiped at his legs, causing him to jump. Then I used a force push while he was in mid-air, making him fly backwards and tumble over the ground.

Taking my opportunity, I sprinted over and kicked his lightsaber away, holding the tip of my blade just inches away from his neck. But he seemed to have another plan in mind, twisting away and kicking me hard in the shin. I stumbled back, grinding my jaw and raising my blade weakly. But I had no more energy left. I couldn't fight anymore. Kanan leaped forward and landed a few more blows with his fists, his final kick to the stomach making me skid backwards and collapse to one knee. I gasped, clutching my waist tightly and letting the lightsaber fall from my grasp. "Jet!" Hera called worriedly.

Tears were stinging my eyes, my lungs constricting and sweating forehead resting on my knee. I could taste blood in my mouth, my nose bleeding profusely as well. But the bitter taste of defeat stung more than my physical pain. This was my one chance to prove I was useful, that I could be a valuable member of their team. But I had failed. And that was a sensation I was all too familiar with.

Surprisingly, firm but gentle hands grasped onto my shoulders. I glanced up with a grunt and stared into Kanan's concerned eyes. "Are you okay?" he asked.

I wheezed in response, waiting for the disappointment to settle in his gaze. But it didn't. Instead, I saw worry and guilt, which surprised me greatly. He pushed my hood back slightly, just enough so that the sun could light up my features. His eyes widened with shock, a small gasp escaping his lips. "Jet, I'm so sorry," he mumbled. "I was just trying to find your limit. I didn't mean to hurt you."

I wiped my face quickly, tugging my hood over again and staring at the ground. "I failed," I whispered with defeat.

He chuckled in surprise. "What? Failed? This wasn't a test Jet," he stated.

I perked up. "It wasn't?"

He shook his head and explained "I just wanted to see how good you were at combat. I wasn't sure if you'd be capable enough to be a rebel, but you've greatly exceeded my expectations."

My eyes widened. "I did good?" I asked numbly, and probably childishly.

"Jet, you beat Zeb! I mean, not just anyone can be Zeb!" he exclaimed excitedly.

"But barely," I croaked.

His joy faded, being replaced by a stern frown. "Jet, you have amazing combat skills. We all realise that," he said while gesturing to the bewildered crew. "Why can't you?"

I thought about it for a moment, my shoulders slumping and muscles aching. "I don't know," I muttered. "I guess I'm not really used to… positive feedback…"

Concern seeped into his gaze once again. "What do you mean?" he asked.

I shook my head and mumbled "Nothing."

He squeeze my shoulders and smiled gently while Hera walked over and placed a hand on my back. "I'm so proud of you Jet," she grinned, rubbing soothing circles into my back.

My eyes widened. "Proud? But… w-why?" I stuttered.

"Because you did great out there! You won against Sabine and Zeb, and you almost beat Kanan," she pointed out joyfully. I frowned, not understanding why they were okay with me losing the fight. "Jet," Kanan sighed. "I never expected you to know how to use a lightsaber… I didn't even expect you to defeat Zeb! But you have amazing skills, and I think if you had a bit more training, you'd master how to use a sword."

He stood up, dusting himself off and offering me a hand. I hesitated at first, staring at it with suspicious eyes. Finally, I accepted his hand and he pulled me to my feet. I glanced at the others who walked over to us, a surprised yet also amazed expression on their faces. I'd always had a sense of self-confidence, but pride was a different story. And for once, I felt a glint of pride swelling in my chest. I may not have won, but I had still proven myself to the crew. And that's what really mattered.


Hey guys! How was the chapter? Did you enjoy it? How does Jet know so much about combat? Tell me what you thought about it, I love to read your reviews. I can't wait for season 2 guys! It's so close now and I'm so excited! :D I know most of you will have October 14thcircled on your calendar, but it's the 18ththat I'm so excited for (since that's when it comes out in Australia)! I'm so excited guys! No words can describe how ready I am for this! XD

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed the chapter, and again, sorry for such a long delay. May the force be with you, always!

-Superherotiger

P.S I think the song 'Perfect World' by Simple Plan totally fits Kanan in this story. What do you guys think about that?