To the private reviewer who asked to be anonymous: Canna Drust being a name close to Caleb Dume was not intentional, I picked her name because there's a meaning behind it. I didn't think about it until it was pointed out to me. Besides, it's pronounced Can-ah[sounding like "can" and "ah"] Dr-uh-st [sounding like "dust" with an r in there]

Also I'm sorry to do this to you all, but after this chapter I'm going to take a mental break from Foibles to focus mainly on another fanfiction I just started. I'm not abandoning Foibles by any means but I think I ran in a little too fast and exhausted all of my creative energy for this. I just want to get my mind off of this plot for a little while, focus on another one, and come in with a renewed energy. So here's a really long chapter before a break as compensation for this [like, usually my chapters are 1500-2000+ words… this one has about double that. YEAH].

Thank you all so much for the support. I have 100 followers as of the time I wrote this, and I couldn't be happier reading all of your reviews and having your support. Love you all~

Note: I do not own Star Wars or any of its characters. Within this story there will be original characters, but everything else is owned by Lucasfilm and Disney.

"So um… Kanan... How much rewiring do we have left to do?"

Ezra was in the lower part of the Phantom, hanging upside down from one of the pipes so it was easier for him to reach the wires he was working with. He probably didn't have to hang upside down but at the very least it was entertaining for the kid. Kanan was up in the control and piloting panels above.

Kanan kept mumbling for something and Chopper would hand it to him in a complaining manner. Finally one time Kanan looked up and said, "Well if you want to do something else go and check the diagnosis." Which resulted in the astromech almost happily speeding away.

Kanan let out a sigh and shouted back, "As of right now I believe we just need to sync things up but if the diagnosis comes back false again we're gonna have to rewire more."

Ezra let out a loudly audible groan of frustration shouting, "We have the basics down, why can't we just have Hera do the rest, she knows the ship better than everyone else. We've been doing this for hours…"

"Hey, the internal comm is still on boys. And if you break it you fix it. I'm not sitting up here doing nothing after all."

Kanan peaked his head down to Ezra and looked at him, "Can you not hang like that with your foot injury if you make it any worse we're going to have to put you out of commission for who knows how long."

The raven-haired teen carefully got down and looked up, "So should we start syncing?"

Kanan was about to respond unsure, but was interrupted by Chopper who was filled with excited beeps and screeches. The jedi listened for a moment before shouting, "Yep, diagnosis cleared."

"Yes!" Ezra waited patiently as Kanan went over to the panel. He pressed down a button and shouted, "Radar!"

"Radar!" Ezra went and looked around in the under part until he found the place he was looking for. He held down a button and moved a wire to a connecting point then shouted, "Online!"

Kanan looked up at the navigation just to make sure and nodded to himself when he saw the radar flash online. He went and pressed another button shouting, "Targeting!"

Zeb was deeply entranced in one of Switch's games. There were five cups on the table and Switch was moving it around as fast as she could before she finally stopped. Zeb observed all of the cups carefully and it took him a while before Switch went to her usual antagonizing scamming behavior.

"Alright Lasat, if you couldn't keep up with the pattern, delaying time is not going to make things come to light."

"Don't rush me!" Zeb retorted as he continued to examine the cups. After a moment he pointed to the furthest one to the right, "That one."

Switch grinned and lifted the cup with nothing under it. He pointed to another one and she lifted it with the same result. When the third one came around Sabine had walked into the room and while Zeb's eyes did not divert from the cup, Switch turned her head and her hand moved with it in a sliding motion but she didn't say a word to her. She lifted the cup fully after that showing the vacant space.

Zeb let out a roar of frustration as Switch moved both hands to one of the cuts Zeb didn't pick and she lifted it, showing the marble. The Lasat slammed his head on the table and shouted, "Karabast! How many credits is that now?!"

Sabine's eyes widened as she questioned, "Wait, are you two betting?"

Switch nodded and motioned her head towards Zeb, "His choice."

Zeb started examining all the cups for some sort of trick to them but he couldn't find anything before he replied, "What kind of trick is this?"

"Trick? There's no trick. Only strategy. When someone cracks the strategy they will always win." Switch spun the marble around and replied, "One more game?"

"Yeah, if I wanna end up starving us all."

Sabine's eyes widened as she turned to Zeb, "You're betting with the crew's credits!?"

"It's all I had an I figured I'd get double the worth back."

Switch raised her palms up to the air and just grinned a cocky smile. Sabine eyed all five of the cups and commented, "If this game has given you an income then you must have had a lot of practice with it. How long have you been doing this for?"

"Eight years." Switch replied as she started shuffling the cups for her own amusement. The mandalorian and Lasat both reacted similarly, a look of shock before Zeb continued, "Woah wait, 8 years? You've been alone on the street for 8 years?"

Sabine crossed her arms and replied, "It's a very familiar amount of time."

"Well it should be." Switch had not looked up at the two as she shuffled around the cups, "Ezra, Twig, a bunch of us were all orphaned or homeless the same year. It's not that uncommon."

"Why's that?" Zeb replied. He waited for an answer for some time before he pulled away a couple of Switch's cups. She looked up and let out an annoyed breath, "You haven't heard about the Lothal Revolts?"

Sabine finally sat down at the table and replied, "No, Lothal had a revolt?"

Switch put her marble in her pocket and looked at Sabine with her hands folded together, "Lothal has had two revolts. It's loss of resistance left with the second one. The first revolt was a farmer revolt. The Empire came in when Lothal was under an economic crisis offering protection, security, and stability. We took it, unaware of the consequences. They began to destroy people's land and replace it with factories or using the resources for their projects. The first revolt was started then, but there were no deaths that time. Instead everyone who fought was arrested and the rest were left homeless. It didn't affect as many people in cities, but I've heard about rundown villages where people are left starving."

"Tarkintown." Sabine whispered under her breath, Switch shrugged in agreement but didn't seem to know much about it herself.

Switch's face suddenly became a lot more serious and cold as she replied, "There was a period where no one really resisted, but one day voices began to be spread throughout Lothal. We called them the Voices of Freedom. They spoke the truth about the Empire, spread out warnings to others, and above all else they promoted something that sparked the adults."

"Really? What was that?" Zeb replied with obviously as much interest as Sabine in the stories.

There was almost a hatred to Switch's voice as she replied, "Fight for a better future, one that we may not live to see, but one our children can live in. That was their message. If you can't fight for yourself, fight for your child." Switch's folded hands seemed to grip tighter, "The Voices of Freedom were caught one day. Someone must have given away their location or they sought out their own doom. I don't know. But on that day, the Lothalians, especially the adults, were furious and the word passed of their capture, possible deaths even. And many of the parents went out and rioted. If they were going to restrain the voices, they were going to fight back with fists."

The two rebels watched Switch seem to struggle to remain emotionally composed, but they were in awe over this tale. The black-haired girl's voice was shaky as she continued, "I watched my parents die… and then I learned a valuable lesson that day." Switch took the two cups Zeb had stole, stacked them up, put them in her bag, and then she looked up, "If you can't beat their game, make up your own."

It was safe to say that anyone who was force-sensitive and working on the Empire's side to catch the rebels was not in the best spirits. The Inquisitor had a wound on his head from the Lasat throwing his bo-rifle full-force at it. Vice was doing better than the Inquisitor by a long shot because even if they hadn't gotten Ezra in their hands, they accomplished their main mission for the time.

Vice stood silently as the Inquisitor went about his business, but at one point he finally turned to Vice, "Could you please give your opinion about the current situation?"

"If you mean the rebels, I personally feel we are going about this a far too long and complicated way. If one little piece doesn't fall into place what do you expect to d-"

The Inquisitor didn't have o say anything, he just stared into Vice's soul, which caused them to shudder and go silent without continuing their statement. He was trying to make it clear that he felt his plan would work and that everything would fall into place soon. The Pau'an took a few steps away and asked another question, "So, with Bridger… are you what he hates the most yet?"

"Master I am all for answering your questions but when would I have gotten the chance to see Bridger's reaction. And I seriously doubt I am, I've had very little time with the kid."

"I suppose I was wrong, this is going at a terribly slow pace. You should be working more productively."

"Oh I'm sorry master, please do forgive me for my lack of effort, now please tell me how you killed Kanan Jarrus, I am certain I can learn from you."

The Pau'an looked at the Acolyte with an anger before replying, "Fair point. However, you know I am trying to not kill the master so quickly."

"Why go after him at all then."

"Do you not need a distraction?"

Vice shook their hooded head, "From Jarrus? Absolutely not. I am certain I could handle the padawan without you being involved in any form."

The Pau'an let out a quiet laugh before turning, "Sure you could. Now tell me, would you like a new task starting now?"

Hera definitely felt a lot more content when she heard Ezra and Kanan let out their cheers when they completed their fixing of the ship. In fact, she would have laughed if she weren't still a little irritated by their destruction of her ship.

Twig was in the cockpit with Hera. He wasn't really talking and she understood why. Every time he did, his face was filled with sadness because of the state of his voice. They checked just in case he happened to catch a cold, his vocal chords were worn so thin they recommended he not strain them just in case something were to happen. Now, he sat there with a box filled with the devocular implant.

After the cheering stopped and the master and padawan seemed to move elsewhere, Hera turned to Twig and spoke up, "Okay, I don't have many options, but I'm assuming the last thing you want us to do right now is have us leave you on the streets on Lothal."

Twig nodded ferociously as the Twi'lek tried to come up with some sort of plan. Then she heard a transmission try to make it through and she stopped to listen, "Hello? Cannot hear you."

"This is Fulcrum. We are in the area but we will not engage, we detect a tracker on your ship and we refuse to have our missions be compromised."

Hera's eyes widened as she stopped the ship exactly where she was and looked over at the devocular implant. She knew how to check for bugs but after thorough inspection she knew it wasn't from the implant.

The Twi'lek quickly thought things through before she found her eyes narrowing unwillingly. She looked at Twig and spoke, "If anything happens please say so on the comm… I have to do everything myself these days…"

Hera walked out the cockpit with a straight and unamused face. When she walked by Kanan's room she stopped and knocked. After a few minutes the door opened slightly and Kanan popped his head out, looked at Hera and responded, "Just a few minutes oka-"

The Twi'lek grabbed Kanan's ponytail and pulled him out of the room. Ezra had been in a meditative pose on the ground but ran over to watch and see Hera pulling his master by the ponytail until he pulled away shouting, "Okay is there a problem because I do not need to have my hair pulled like that."

Hera did not say a word as she motioned for the Jedi to follow her into the Phantom. Once there, she looked around and started opening up everything. After some time of silence Hera looked up and replied almost in a hostile way, "So you wreck the outer frame and inner circuitry, and now I find out you managed to get a tracker placed in it."

Kanan's eyebrow rose as he questioned, "Tracker?"

"Yes love, I don't know why we didn't expect this to happen after you left the Phantom lying around for… how many days again? I don't think that matters but the point is you get to help me find this tracker. Why did it now show up in the diagnostics? Or rather, why didn't you see it?"

"It must not be in the typical place they put it… whoever tracked us made sure it was hard to find and detect." Kanan commented as he began searching around as well.

Ezra had continued meditation as Kanan had instructed for quite some time, as his master was gone. But after a while, he couldn't handle it anymore. The padawan left Kanan's room and headed to the main room where Sabine was now sucked into Switch's cup game as well.

With a built up irritation, Ezra walked over as Sabine pointed to the middle cup and inevitably lost. She let out a groan in frustration and Switch noticed Ezra's appearance and spoke up, "Don't give it away Blink, blunt honestly isn't appreciated."

Having a more focused mind after meditating, Ezra managed to not take this jab like he normally would, and he instead turned to Zeb, "How long have you spent on this with her?"

"Me? Two hours. Sabine's been doing this for a half hour now."

"You aren't betting are you?"

Switch looked at Ezra with an emotionless expression, "You don't think I'd put up with this for this long for free do you?"

"Of course you wouldn't."

The cup switching began again, but as soon as Switch stopped, Ezra pushed Sabine's hand down and reached for the cup all the way to the left. Underneath it was the marble. Switch swatted his hands away but he kept them out with the palm raised, "The credits."

Switch narrowed their eyes and handed Ezra the credits. Sabine stared in disbelief before looking at Ezra, "How did you do that?"

"It-"

"Hush it." Switch snapped out before putting the marble back and switching around the cups. Sabine pointed to two of them with no marble being left underneath.

When she pointed to the third one, Ezra's eyes narrowed as he watched Switch do her trick and inevitably made Sabine lose. The mandalorian began to examine the cups again before Ezra spoke up, "Your playing is cheap and this game is worse than Sabacc."

"Oh hush, nothing is worse than Sabacc when it comes to digging your own grave… now…" Switch looked at Sabine and grinned, "One more time?"

"Don't do it Sabine it isn't worth it."

"Don't try to tell her what she can and can't do Blink, she's capable of making her own choices in life."

Ezra slammed his hands against the table, "Okay listen up, Canna, I've watched people get suckered out of everything they own from this game of yours for years, I'm not going to watch you bet my family out of house and home."

"Now, now. First… there's no need to pull out real names… really?" Switch crossed their legs and leaned an elbow on the table; "Second, if I bet them out of house and home it's their own problem for not making better life decisions." Switch tossed the marble in the air and caught it as she replied, "Third… your family?" Switch scoffed and started to laugh before continuing, "I don't recall you having a family."

"I do though, this crew is my family." Ezra spoke hiding the annoyance in his voice. Switch cracked her knuckles and replied, "They may be your friends, but they are not under any circumstances your family."

"Friends are the family you choose!"

There was a steady amount of silence and Switch chuckled almost sadly as she replied, "Well it's a good thing I don't hold myself down with this family nonsense."

Almost as soon as she spoke there was a noise on the comm that sounded like Twig speaking. None of the four in the main room could make it out other than the name, "Hera" which meant Twig needed Hera back in the cockpit. But as soon as he was done speaking there as a loud bang and then more repeated bangs continued.

The rebels realized at that moment they were under attack. Hera slid down the ladder from the Phantom and ran for the cockpit, "ZEB. SABINE. ON THE GUNS NOW!"

The Mandalorian and Lasat ran immediately on call, Ezra stood there with Switch as she tried to stand up. She had her bag slung around her shoulder as she questioned, "What did you do this time?"

"I didn't do anything so why don't you just shut up!"

The shots made the ship shake once more and Chopper quickly rolled down the hallways heading towards the cockpit. The lights flickered for a moment and Switch looked at Ezra and replied, "Calm down, you do realize most of the time I'm joking right?"

"Why do you hate me so much?"

Switch raised her eyebrow and questioned, "What are you talking about?"

"You're always speaking this way, taking advantage of others and myself, how can you stand that? Did I do something wrong to you?"

"Blink when have I ever said I hated you? I have no reason to hate anyone; it's a general wall I put up for everyone. You just happen to be my primary competition most of the time."

The teen didn't listen, he just shook his head and replied, "You can't sugar-coat this, you know what you've done, why should I expect you to not repeat anything you've done."

"Because I'm leaving Lothal to put my past behind me!"

One shot hit the ship extremely hard and resulted in a big crashing noise as the lights flickered again. But this time a huge light fixture on the ceiling began to tumble down towards Switch. She had no time to react or even notice the falling, but the light fixture was heavy enough that it left the possibility of her getting seriously injured or killed.

Ezra stared at it for a moment, debating whether or not it would feel right for him to just let it hit her. Deep inside, he wanted to see her hurt; he wanted to see her suffer. But a bigger part was telling him to let go and save her.

The majority ruled.

Ezra quickly rose up his hands and closed his eyes; the light fixture stopped plummeting and levitated above Switch. The black-haired girl looked at Ezra confused before she looked up and stared in absolute shock at it.

"You know… if you moved it would be a lot less heavy."

The female teen backed away far slower than she meant to and jumped back further as Ezra dropped his hands and let the fixture crash to the floor. He was breathing heavily because of the sudden use of the Force. But at least he was getting better.

Meanwhile, as he was heavily breathing, Canna was staring at him in disbelief.

"Blin- …Ezra… did you just use the Force?"

Hera ran up to the cockpit just in time to see a giant Star Destroyer right in front of the ship. The Twi'lek let in a deep breath and quickly began to pilot and dodge as best as she could. But because she wasn't prepared, they were surrounded, horrifically. Her shields were not all the way up and by the time she went to, a shot hit the shields and they were down. Hera stared in fear for a moment before she shouted into the internal comm, "Chopper!" the astromech zoomed in just in time and she asked for it to fix the shields.

The droid went to its usual spot and rolled up and tried to fix the shields, but he couldn't fix the damage internally. Hera swore under her breath before she shouted, "You know what you have to do Chop. Sorry…" the droid let out a roar as Hera shouted, "Kanan! Did you find the tracker yet?"

"I literally just found it. It was inside the chairs of all places they coul-"

"Great! Get to the airlock and let Chopper out!"

"What?!"

"External damage to the shield generator we gotta send Chopper out there to fix it or we're all goners! Throw the tracker out into space while you're at it!"

Kanan ran from his spot up in the Phantom and slid down the ladder and ran to the airlock. When Chopper caught up, Kanan gave him a pat on the head and handed him the tracker and he shouted, "Go Chopper, be the hero!"

The astromech went in the airlock room before Kanan magnetically sealed it and opened up the door to space. Chopper threw the tracker as far as he could and rolled his way to the damaged shield mechanism. He started performing his droid repairing magic as fast as possible but dodged for a moment when a shot from the Ghost almost hit him.

Although Zeb knew the little droid couldn't hear him, he couldn't help but shout an apology to the astromech and then continued firing at all the TIES.

After a few shocks and wire placements, Hera grinned as she saw the shields back in operation and she let out a cheer, turned them on and spoke through the comm, "Good job Specter 3, make it back inside fast so we can make the jump to hyperspace!"

Chopper made a little salute before he rolled back to the airlock. Hera sent out a transmission to Fulcrum shouting, "This is the Ghost to Fulcrum, we're going to have to rendezvous at another time." Hera let go of the transmitter and replied under her breath, "Unless you like Star Destroyers…"

"Acknowledged."

When Kanan gave the okay, Hera placed the coordinates and made the jump to hyperspace. After a few seconds, she let out a sigh of relief and then turned her head to the right.

Pressed up against the chair, hugging his knees to his chest in fear was Twig. Although he was an older teen, he looked rightfully afraid of the situation. Hera smiled at him and placed a hand on his shoulder, "You did great. Thank you for keeping a look-out or we would have been in trouble."

Twig nodded nervously before Hera gave him a pat on the back, "Everything'll be alright."