Rebels with a Cause

XII

Dudley was in stitches. Harry jumped onto the back of Kanan's speeder and they had driven into the loading bay of the Ghost as it was taking off. "Harry, you were getting some and you had left Ezra and Zeb out to dry?"

"Less Zeb, more Ezra…One of them is a bit like a Porg only not as cute."

"I'm not sure Zeb would appreciate being called a Porg." Hera chimed in.

"Who said I was referring to Zeb? Last time I checked you guys acquired a Loth Rat before my cousin and I." Harry retorted and this time everyone began to chuckle.

"On a different point…how did you manage to make yourself look like a Zeltron?"

Harry smirked, he concentrated and ever so slowly, skin became red "Minor and I mean minor shapeshifting; less shapeshifting more chameleon if I'm honest. Anyway the point is I changed my features, I'm fine and Zeb and the Porg aren't. Let's go."

(Zeb and Ezra)

They had managed to disable the tracker, destroy three TIE Fighters and were now boring down on the transport with the Meiloorun fruit "You sure about this? Hera's not gonna be pissed at us for not getting Meiloons."

"Hera's the closest thing I've had too a mom in way too long Zeb. We're getting that Meiloorun, no matter what."

Zeb nodded "Get ready to drop." With that the TIE Fighter began to turn. Ezra jumped and shot out of the TIE and onto the rooftop of the transport ship.

Two Stormtroopers greeted him, they levelled their blasters at him, they froze as Ezra calmly levitated a Meiloorun towards him "You did…all of this…for a fruit?"

Ezra nodded "Oh and the Empire can suck my dick and get off my planet." With that he reached out with the force and chucked the Troopers off the transport.

As the Troopers hit the floor, Ezra found himself being pulled into the air followed by a cry of 'Yeet!' Harry had used the Force and had literally pulled Ezra into the ship "Got the Porg."

"I am not a Porg!" protested Ezra.

"Only a Porg, who cannot accept that he is a Porg will protest that he's a Porg." Dudley commented in what was construed as a 'Wise Old Man' tone of voice.

"Isn't that more Zeb…"

"No. It's you Ezra. Because, unlike you, Zeb has learnt when to and when not to pick a fight and use his brain. You my little Blue Porg need to learn that. Now sit back, drink your blue milk and let me sort out your mess." Harry chipped in.

"It's because of you we're in this mess."

"Yet everyone's bitching at me for hooking up with someone whilst on the job. We were meant to have a low profile; incognito…you understand don't you Ezra? I wasn't detected at all…Yet who's driving around being chased by the Empire? Not me…Well, not directly but anyway."

Ezra sat down looking like a kicked Loth Cat, utterly dejected "Harry, you have a point but a bit harsh…We kinda need to save Zeb."

Harry nodded, turned to Dudley who was grabbing the rocket launcher "I'll have that…I can make the shot."

"You're saying I couldn't?"

"I'm saying if this goes wrong, I'm the one who bounces…I've fallen from this height and survived." Harry retorted and Dudley nodded.

"I hate it when you put it like that."

"Dudley; YOU concentrate on getting as many of us out of this as possible and hopefully we don't end up on that tropical planet looking for Star Dust."

"Scariff? Aye; you do know we're gonna have to make a choice."

Harry snorted "Stay the course. Do not fuck with time, do not fuck with what I've seen and you've interpreted."

Hera looked at them "Scariff? Star Dust? I'd like some answers."

"Scariff is where everything begins and everything ends. It's the lynch pin; Captain Syndulla, should the call for Scariff ever come…Heed it. For it is the crux that'll bring the Empire crashing down." Dudley stated.

"Harry's got a connection to the Force like no Jedi, I've ever known or Force Sensitive for that matter. Due to the shitstorm that brought us here, Harry's not manipulating the connection to its fullest. That rag-doll and lightning is the furthest he's willing to go."

"Perhaps not willing. I'd rather I didn't have this connection, nor being put on this pedestal…Now I'm off to commit a little bit of murder."

The ramp dropped and there was the distinctive sound of the Launcher being fired, several curses by Zeb and several TIE's blowing up. "Spectre Eight to Spectre Four, hide the TIE in that Canyon five klicks from this location." Harry instructed.

"Hera, get us out of here."

Hera complied and three hours later, they were re-entering atmosphere. Zeb had parked the TIE, made it sound like he had blown it up. Zeb had a feeling they'd need it for later.

The Ghost parked next to Phoenix 404; it was a compromise that everyone was happy with. Harry got to work, he began to repair the external parts of the ship. "Just what do you think you're doing, you stupid twat."

Harry spun to find two Zeltron's heading towards them. "Spectres…stand down, they're Charlie and Charlee; they're the people I were with before the incident."

"We know that skinny and wiry twat on the ship who's about to blow his cock and balls off if he's not careful." Shouted one of them, causing Harry to yelp and go from sitting to a jump enviable of a Jedi and land like a cat.

"That's impressive…You sure you're not a Jedi?" Charlee asked with a smirk.

"Nope…Been offered the training. Don't fancy being another beacon of hope in a society run by the Nazis."

Charlie looked at him "Nazis? Now that I'm actually paying attention to you…where are you from? I mean you don't have 'standard stereotype' look from anyone in the known Galaxy."

"Because I'm not. I'm from a world that's probably going to kill itself in the next century. Warring over fuel and religion."

"That's hardly fair, Harry." Dudley commented.

"But am I wrong though Dudley?"

"Fair."

Charlee walked over, hips swaying slightly "You took off in a hurry."

"Had to rescue a friend and his pet. Said pet is dumber than a Loth Cat."

(Zeb)

As the Lasat lowered his bo-rifle, he carried on with job of lifting and carrying the tools and excessive parts of the ship. It was now taking shape, instead of it being something like a Hutt's junker-vessel it was now revealing itself to be a HWK-1000, although it looked like it had been seriously chop-shopped like more guns and an expanded cargo capacity and something resembling crew quarters. His batlike ears picked up Harry's statement.

It warmed the Lasat's heart that Spectre Eight had called him a friend. Harry would probably deny it vehemently later, but Zeb wouldn't care. Harry was slowly thawing; he did snigger at the thought of Ezra being his pet.

He'd bring this up with Harry later. He hefted the coils of wire and traipsed up the ship.

(Normal)

"Nice ride, where'd you acquire it?"

"Bounty hunters." Harry replied getting raised eyebrows.

"Decent ones?"

"Considering they didn't identify themselves as such…I defended myself. We cashed it in and took the ship; welcome to Phoenix 404 and quite frankly ignore my cousin."

Dudley pouted "The Dandy Eagle sounds much cooler."

"It's Sabine's ship and I'm Pilot and Mechanic…"

Sabine chimed in "Harry is my voice and law onboard the Phoenix. I won't say much as I prefer my room on the Ghost; Harry just don't break it and for goodness sake don't drink and drive or smoke and drive or both."

"Grass before beer in the clear. Beer before grass and you're on your ass." Harry stated as he pulled out a joint from the inside of his jacket, followed by a match and ignited it.

Charlee sauntered over "Never took you for a smoker."

Harry chuckled "I'm a lot of things and not all of them pleasant…this, the joint, helps me cope with me being me and extends the life-expectancy of the pacifistic ideologists that the Universe seems to saddle me with."

Charlee cocked her head and took the joint "Anyway, the Empire shut our shop down and tried to freeze our accounts. Since all our money goes into a different account and then cycled to us my brother and I along with Caden can survive…Anyway, you want some more hands? My brother is one of the best mechanics and gunners you'll ever have. I'm a good astrogater, plus we have a slew of contacts, caches and everything else."

Harry grinned "Charlee…are you sure you want to do this?"

"I've never felt more alive being questionably grey, Harry…question is, are you?"

Harry blushed slightly "Yes…" Whatever he was going to say he couldn't, the words he was going to say were gone. He was completely stuck, a song that he had overheard was playing in the back of his mind 'He's choking now, everybody's joking now…' just then Charlee snapped him back to reality "You alright?"

"Aye, completely forgot what I was going to say. That…scared me…More than I care to admit."

Charlie cocked his head "You're one of them are you? The one that'll chase people intending to do harm off in fire and arrogance, stomp on them and leave with a nod, wink and wisecrack?"

Harry nodded "That's me. Although less fire and arrogance but I'd agree to that."

Charlee, took his hand and pulled herself close "From the way you're positioned you're completely nervous about this…Don't worry, I like it. I won't bite unless you ask."

Harry blushed even more however Kanan cut them off "We need to find Master Luminara…If we can free her, we'll have gained a very powerful ally."

"Is the Phoenix ready?"

Hera grinned "She is…Harry, you ready for this?"

"Kicking names and having some ass…Fuck yes. Dudley, Good Zeltrons grab your shit, pick a cot and let's get going."

(Inquisitors)

"They have taken the bait…Perfect…Luminara's bones shall serve the Empire."