Rebels with a Cause

XV

Ezra was shaking; he had barely escaped the Imperial Academy. Apparently, due to his lack of training with the force, he stood out like a sore thumb. It turned out that during the blood-tests the cadets was to scan for midichlorians or as the Officers called it 'Inquistorious Programme'.

Unfortunately for Ezra after that nearly disastrous mission and sabotaging the Kyber Crystals; they hadn't checked the ship properly for potential leaks. That had landed them in an old Asteroid Base known as Fort Anaxes; which had been long abandoned and a large pack of Fyrnocks; Silicon-based cat like creatures with long legs and bat-like ears which were as equally deadly as they were numerous.

Ezra had utilised the Fyrnocks and the Mother Fyrnock to devour the Stormtroopers and the Grand Inquisitor. Unfortunately for Ezra and Kanan; the Fyrnocks were no match for the Grand Inquisitor, but they did buy enough time to escape.

Meanwhile on Lothal; Harry and Charlee had headed back to the shop and with Harry using a few memory charms, memory manipulating techniques had managed to move back into the mechanical pit. Currently Charlie, Dudley and Harry were shirtless and were slowly but surely dismembering their hunk-of-junk. "Brother and Lover dearest, why are we dismantling our hunk-of-junk." Charlee asked as she poured over some data-slates looking for stray-ships or anyone vaguely suspicious wanting to get rid of specific ship-parts.

"Find anything?" Harry asked in Zeltron. The language was coming to rather quickly, then again Charlie did offer some fun incentives.

"Something…Someone's looking to shift an experimental hyper-drive at like faster than a Class-One. Which would be shifty in that of itself, but what caught her eye was the ship.

"Brother, they have a YT-2400…And guess who the pilot is."

Charlie cocked his head and tapped a rhythm with his metallic arm "Not a clue."

"Not a clue."

"A member of the Ohnaka gang."

Charlie groaned "Sister dear, we cause enough trouble with your new lover and Caleb's step-father and the fact they're associated with the Rebellion."

"But…but…it's a new replacement for this ship…Harry, tell Sabine that the ship tragically…" As she said that on Dudley's commlink the erupted to life.

"Spectre's Seven and Eight this is Spectres One to Six, we're coming in hot and in a bit of banther-poop."

"Are Zeb and his Porg alright?"

"I'm fine Spectre Eight, Porg's in shock…He's been several meat-grinder missions and is looking rather frazzled." Zeb replied chuckling as Ezra muttered 'Not a Porg, is he blind?'

"Blind as a fucking bat, Spectre Six. Blind as a bat, thicker than a brick and tougher than Hera's Astromech." Harry replied, getting snorts from Kanan and Hera. They both knew Harry had perfect vision.

"Harry, what do I have to do to become no longer a porg?" Ezra whined.

"Be grateful we're not calling you a Quokkas instead." Dudley retorted.

"A what now?" Asked Sabine curiously.

"Small four-legged fur covered thing from a family known as a Kangaroo. Anyway, mothers when carrying a baby in the front pouch…yes that's a thing…Anyhow, when threatened by a predator tend to yeet said baby at Predators to save own life."

Sabine, Zeb and Chopper began to giggle at Harry's explanation. If not the explanation then the perfectly usage of the term yeet. They'd seen what happened when Harry yeeted things; it was beautiful providing it wasn't them.

Just then the HWK Freighter spluttered, crashed and nearly exploded "Harry…what was that?" Asked Sabine curiously.

"Er, that's kinda easier to show than explain…because I don't rightly know. All I do know is somethings gone broked and no amount of WD-40; an engineers machine cure-all along with duck-tape is gonna fix this."

Sabine stiffened "Was that Error-404? Please tell me…"

Soon enough Sabine had grabbed a speeder and had made it to the shipyard where the Prizneck's owned a ship-repair shop, which also doubled as a chop-shop. "What happened to my ship?" She demanded the moment she entered.

"Weall, we were trying to de-Huttese the damn thing slash turn it into a proper vessel to help-out with; instead of gritting our ass-cheeks and praying we didn't incinerate whenever we left, entered atmosphere or hyperspace."

Sabine nodded, she understood that "But I'm guessing something broke."

"Boot reet synopsis boss." Harry commented pulling on a gasmask and hazard-suit.

After a thorough check around the ship, using a holo-feed linked to a screen, Sabine deduced that it was old age that had caused the ship to fall apart. "Do you have…"

"We've found one. Quite a good 'un as well. If we can repair this, we might be able to get our new prospective ship off a member of the Ohnaka Gang. The Twins tell me that Hondo owes them a ship, a YT-Freighter series…I get why YT's because generally they're reliable as fuck, go like the clappers and can be sturdier than Rancor on Growth Hormone."

"That'd be incredibly dangerous." Hera commented from her position near the engines.

"It'd be classic, especially if we can get a Hunter running away from one…Especially if the Hunter has an ancient, antique worth millions of credits whilst wearing an awesome wide-brim hat."

"With a whip." Dudley finished, no-one described the finest tomb-raider outside of Lara Croft without his handy whip and pistol. "And pistol."

"Anyway, we have a job. If you're familiar with Minister Tua."

"Blonde, fair skinned, blue-eyed…Aryan." Dudley explained.

Harry nodded "And I should give a shit about her, because?"

"She's actually a decent planetary governor in as far as they go." Ezra pointed out.

"You realise I don't give two tonnes of shit…Why does this matter?"

"We believe that this Empire Day coming; someone will be planning a hit on her."

"What's to stop me from hitting the hitters only to perform the hit myself?" Harry replied.

"She's not the problem. They're planning on releasing some new sort of TIE-Fighter, TIE Advance v-1, we're going to destroy the prototype. Furthermore, Fulcrum has informed us of a rogue Rodian."

"Like that you've lost my interest."

"My parents knew a Rodian, by the name of Tseebo. He might know what happened to them." Ezra murmured.

Charlee saw Harry's jaw tightened and she placed her hand on his "Something wrong?"

"Just might have misjudged Ezra, slightly."

Charlie nodded and leaned against Harry "He'll forgive you."

"He is the type. Little Punk."

Charlie turned her head, a grin on her lips "Is that a promotion from Porg?"

"Marginally…" with a voice that carried to Zeb and to Kanan they both chuckled "…Ezra's not bad for a streetwise Lothcat runt. Hard to see him as a Porg anymore especially when our backstories are rather identical."

"Anyway, Hera…no I'm not getting involved in this mission. Mainly because Error 404 has done it's last Error 404. No Dudley, the next ship isn't going to be called the 'Dandy Eagle', it's going to be called 'BEATNGU' or 'Manic Marauders'.

"I like that. This Manic Marauder, what and where is it?"

Harry looked at the Zeltron's and shrugged "It's a YT something or other, with a totally reasonable hyperdrive…should we need to get out in a hurry."

Sabine's tone took a dangerous edge to it "What's the class hyperdrive."

Harry shrugged "I honestly don't know. I don't ask. I tend to go 'does this fly?' if so I fly it. I don't ask for specifics but from what this one is telling me by her body movements it goes fast." Harry's eyes glazed over slightly at thought of the high-speed.

"It's above Class 1…How far I don't know." Charlie admitted.

"Above Class 1! That's like the fastest ship ever; I've only heard rumours of projects like that in the Empire! This could be incredible…" Sabine's face paled as she looked at her wild-haired pilot. "…And also terrifying."

Caleb cocked his head "Why is that terrifying? I mean it's Harry, behind the controls…He can't be that bad can he?"

Dudley took a deep breath "It's more like Harry can…fly things very well…By very well, I mean is a literal and practical genius when it comes to flying."

Caleb grinned impishly "I bet he can't fly as well as Uncle."

"He can kid, oh he can. Remember when we had you go with Hera…Harry jumped onto the ship; he'd had a bottle or three of alcohol, he was drunker than your second cousin Kyle…" Caleb gulped.

"Is that the one, whose spine you broke?"

"No that was Cousin Arthur."

"How many cousins do you have?" Harry asked.

"A lot…There's also a lot of hybrids as well…Prizneck Zeltrons are weird, weirder to the point where other Zeltron families think we're strange."

Harry nodded, he popped his neck and strapped a pistol and blaster to himself "Sabine, can I borrow your hair dye again?"

Sabine nodded "I've only got what people would call shocking colours or bright red."

"Red, I'm going to try something." Soon enough with an entire can of red-hair dye and a semi-permanent spell, and manipulation of his skin Harry managed to make himself a dead-ringer for a male version of who Dudley could only call 'Aunt Lily'.

"Now, the Charley Squad and I will calmly dissect this Ohnaka Gang member most violently to get his ship; then we'll come and help you murderise some imperials including the Governor…correct? Then we'll pickle a Rodian for the truth on Ezra's Parents fate."

"How about less brutally maiming more conning them? Please don't kill the Stormtroopers unless you have to, also leave the Governor alone." Pleaded Ezra.

"I'm surprised he doesn't want us to not pickled the Rodian…"

"Because pickling him might mean he's going to be left alive…painfully, but alive."

The Spectres split off and the miscellaneous, mischief making, murderous, maverick shenanigans were about to begin.