"What about that one?" Ezra pointed to a picture on the datapad.
"Hah. You may as well throw paper at them." Sabine laughed.
"I heard the CA-87 was good!" Ezra protested.
"If you're a Jawa." Sabine replied. "But hey, what does a fully trained Mandalorian know?"
"Fine." Ezra huffed, scrolling down the page. "This one?"
The gun in question was the E-11, the dull, run-of-the-mill, plain, boring and completely utilitarian Imperial standard-issue blaster.
"Sure get it, but I'll shoot you." Sabine warned.
"What? Why?" Ezra exclaimed.
"Because you're a buckethead then." She explained.
"This?" Ezra moved on quickly, enlarging an image of T-21B. It was a large gun with a long barrel, shorter than a sniper but longer than a typical blaster. Ideal for long ranged attacks.
"No way, you're already slow enough as it is. We don't need you hauling that thing around." Sabine giggled.
"Faster than you." Ezra huffed.
"No you're not."
"Yeah I am."
"No, you're not."
"Yeah-"
"Just hurry up and choose before I change my mind." Kanan grumbled from the other room.
Yesterday
"Kanan!" Ezra called through the ship.
"What now?" Kanan groaned, knowing full well what Ezra wanted.
"Can I get a blaster?" He smiled sweetly.
"Haha. Last thing we need you havin' is a lethal, kid." Zeb teased.
"I've got a lightsabre, you know." Ezra informed the Lasat.
"Even worse." Zeb added.
"But Kanan, I don't feel like I'm contributing enough. You, Hera, Zeb and Sabine all have blasters. So unless we're right up in their face, which isn't too often, I can't do anything but sit behind a crate and wait for you to clear them out." Ezra explained.
Even Kanan had to admit he had a point.
"And besides, you need someone to step up now that you're… Not well…" Ezra continued sheepishly.
The Jedi let out a lengthy sigh. "Fine, but at least ask Sabine for help. I don't want you carrying an ion disruptor or the like."
"Thanks Kanan you're the best!" Ezra exclaimed excitedly as he dashed down the hall, arriving at Sabine's room.
"Sabine! Sabine!" He bellowed excitedly, pounding on her door.
"What is it, kid?" The Mandalorian replied tiredly, her voice muffled by the wall.
"Kanan said I can get a blaster!" Ezra grinned as the door slid open to reveal Sabine standing there.
"That's great, but why does it concern me?" She asked, confused.
"He said I should get advice so I don't get the wrong one." He repeated.
Well, grab the datapad and I'll help you." Sabine decided.
"This kid is gonna be the death of me." Kanan sighed to Hera, who walked into the common room to relax. She dropped onto the seat next to Kanan and rubbed his shoulders reassuringly.
"Relax, love, he's just excited." She smiled.
"I guess. But he's still gonna be the death of me." Kanan admitted.
"What about a DH-17?" Ezra gestured to another weapon.
"Hmmm…" Sabine hummed at length. "It's alright, but it's automatic, so the kick will be ruthless, and I'm not sure you're big enough to handle it."
Ezra was offended but knew inside that she was telling the truth, and only had his survival and best interests on her mind.
"Ok." He replied, downcast.
Sabine detected his sadness and gently pried to datapad from his grip.
"Hey, don't be upset. We'll find your match." She scanned the page. "How about this?"
The DL-44 was a small, compact blaster ideal for short and medium range combat, basically Ezra's ultimate weapon. The boy's eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas morning.
"That looks insane!" He exclaimed and Sabine giggled at his excitement.
"Kanan, where can we get a DL-44?" She addressed the Jedi.
"Vizago might have one. I'll go with Ezra." He replied, standing.
"So you want a DL-44?" He confirmed with Kanan.
"Yeah, that's it," The Jedi nodded. He had specifically instructed Ezra to keep quiet.
"You, over there. Search those crates we got from the weapons factory heist. Look for a DL-44." He gruffly instructed one of his henchmen. The man obliged.
"You need a new blaster, Jedi?" The crime lord asked idly.
"Not for me, for the kid." Kanan patted Ezra's shoulders, enjoying the look of surprise on Vizago's face.
"Eh. Either way." He dismissed it with a wave. "What are you paying?"
"What are you asking?" Kanan challenged.
"1000 credits."
"600."
"750."
"Deal." Kanan smiled as he dropped the credits into Vizago's palm. He chuckled greedily and placed them in a pouch.
His henchman appeared behind him with the blaster in question, handing it to his boss without a word. Vizago inspected it and passed it to Kanan, who once more passed it to an excited Ezra.
"Pleasure doing business with you." Vizago grinned, more concerned with the cash than helping the Rebels.
"The pleasure's all mine." Kanan replied smoothly as they headed back to the parked Ghost.
Sabine rarely got a moment to herself, but when she did, she would brush up on her blaster skills. The Mandalorian was firing at some crudely built targets when a blaster shot fired into one of them, slamming it drunkenly to the side. She jumped in fright, turning her blasters to the source to see a grinning Ezra with his new weapon.
"Kanan, you've made a mistake on this one." She sighed, looking at the Jedi.
Sorry for the delay in release. This one is for Megapithecanthrope. I also tried to make longer chapters. Please review with your feedback, and if it's bad, tell me why :) Thanks!
~Saint