One thought was rushing through Ezra's head at this point, 'Emily is going to kill me.'

Day 210, 5 BBY

As the man moved back up with his crate to the other two, Ezra continued to glare at them all. He casually moved one hand towards a blaster and one hand towards a lightsaber before the Mando spoke up, "I wouldn't try anything kid."

Ezra's eyes widened under his helmet before he set his glare right on the Mando, "There's somewhere I need to be, so you can take me and my crates there. Now."

The Lasat glared at him, "Why you little-"

He was cut off by the remaining twenty six whistling birds on Ezra's wrist spinning up and glowing.

"As I said, you can take me where I need to go. Now."

The man raised his hands, "Everybody calm down." He looked towards Ezra, "We don't want to fight you, fellow rebels are always welcome."

The Lasat proceeded to take the lid off of one of the crates revealing Imperial E-11 blasters.

Ezra disengaged the whistling birds and approached the crate, "These things are worth a ton on the black market."

He picked one up before the Lasat snarled at him, "Don't get any ideas."

Ezra tightened his fists in anger, "They're mine!"

The beast got in his face, "If you hadn't got in our way!"

Ezra quickly returned the glare reducing the space between them to mere inches, "To bad I got to them first!"

Once again the man played mediator between the two, pushing them off of each other, "It's not who's first, it's who's last."

Ezra, not one to back down, then got in the man's face, even though he was easily half a meter taller, "Ya? Well I plan to have them last."

The man raised his hands with an exasperated sigh before turning to a previously unseen ladder. Before climbing up he turned to the Lasat and Mando, "Keep an eye on our friend here."

The Lasat settled back in a smug position with his arms crossed.

The Mando had yet to say anything, making Ezra curious. He turned towards her and studied her up and down. She had pretty light armor on, only a breast plate, pauldrons, elbow guards, gloves, knee guards, and boots. She wore a black and grey short sleeve compression shirt, and brown and beige combat pants. There was a brown battle belt around her waist where two Mandalorian WESTAR-35 blaster pistols were slung. The armor was painted in multiple different shades of pink, orange, grey, and purple. The left shoulder had a multi colored beast on it, while the right shoulder had a checkerboard pattern. The helmet had a traditional Mandalorian clan marking, but Ezra couldn't place which clan it was. The only thing he could tell, was that she was probably an outcast seeing as she didn't wear clan colors, and she was running with a crew of non Mandalorians.

Which now that he thinks about that, is probably exactly what he looks like. A lone Mandalorian with no clan markings or colors. At least she had markings on her helmet.

Still, Ezra didn't trust them one bit. He didn't survive on the streets with his sister by trusting people. That was more her specialty. No, Ezra learned to cut people out, to survive. By any means necessary.

Still looking at the Mando he was interested if she was actually Mandalorian, "So, what's your name?"

The Mando was shocked at being addressed in Mando'a, "What's it to you?"

Ezra sighed, figuring they didn't trust him either. Well, he didn't blame her. He did hit her with four whistling birds earlier. Looking closer he can see where the projectiles made contact with the armor. He wasn't sorry.

He heard his commlink switch on in his helmet, "Ezra, I'm at the coordinates and found the wreckage of a speeder, please come in!"

He could hear the despair and hope in his sister's voice. He figured there was no way he could discreetly send a message out, so he opted for speaking in Mando'a so at least the Lasat wouldn't understand.

"Don't worry I'm fine. A ship picked me up. It was the crew that was going after the same shipment I was."

He heard a sigh over the commlink, "What am I gonna do with you Ezra? Don't answer that. Get back to the tower now, don't tell them about anything. You aren't going on anything for a week, you understand? You are grounded!"

Ezra scoffed in outrage, "You can't ground me! I made a decision that could be potentially profitable!"

Before they could continue talking the ship shook a bit, "Look, I'll have to call you back later. I promise I'll be safe. I can handle myself."

"Fine, you better! Stay safe, love you."

Ezra chuckled a bit at his sister's concern, "Love you too."

He cut the com before turning back to the two who were looking at him differently. The Lasat had a look of confusion and anger on his face, while the Mando was tilting her helmet slightly as if intrigued by the conversation.

Ezra propped himself up on the crate, "Look, I was just doing the same thing you guys were. Stealing to survive."

The Lasat stepped up to him, "You haven't any idea of what we were doing. You don't know us!"

Ezra pushed him away, this Lasat was starting to get on his nerves, "And I don't want to! I just want off this burner."

The smelly beast growled at him, "Trust me, I would love nothing more than tossing you out, while in flight!"

Ezra snarled under his helmet, "Don't mess with me, Lasat."

The Lasat pushed him a bit, "What did you say to me? Maybe you should say it where I can understand it, coward!"

The Mando, who understood what Ezra said, sighed as she realized what Zeb just did.

Ezra, on the other hand, snapped. Nobody calls a Mandalorian a coward, and walked away from it. This Lasat should be counting the seconds he has left alive.

Ezra pushed the Lasat to the ground, in the process spinning up the whistling birds on his left forearm while grabbing a blaster with the same hand. He called one of his sabers to his right hand, but didn't activate it. The other Mando moved over to Zeb quickly. Luckily for Ezra they were to busy to notice his subtle use of the force.

"That was a mistake, Lasat. And now you will pay for it with your life."

The female Mando was quick to step up in front of Ezra before he could move forward. She placed a hand against his chest plate and raised the other in peace, "He doesn't know our ways. He's very distrustful of new people, so please cut him a little slack."

After hearing that, Ezra quickly remembered some of the teachings of the Jedi. They weren't supposed to fight out of anger. It was a fast path to the dark side, and Ezra couldn't afford that. If he fell nobody would be there for his sister.

He took a deep breath and carefully slipped the lightsaber back into its hiding place before anybody noticed it was there. After that he deactivated the whistling birds and holstered the pistol he had drawn.

The Lasat had stood back up and looked as if he wanted nothing more than to fight Ezra. Ezra would be more than happy to oblige his wishes, but kept his thoughts on his sister. Knowing he would soon be off this ship also helped calm him down a bit more.

"If he says it again, I won't hesitate to kill him. But, this can serve as his warning."

The Mando dropped her hand in relief and turned back to the Lasat to tell him exactly what and what not to say to Mandalorians.

Ezra didn't really care about that and instead felt the force around him. He was shocked to feel another force presence onboard. Of course, he could feel everybody, but he had read that other force sensitive people would feel different. Like a bright star in a sea of calm. And there was a bright star aboard this ship. He could feel a gentle call like that of a lightsaber and holocron, but what stood out was the powerful brightness coming from the cockpit.

He figured it must be the pilot, which explained the incredible flying, but wasn't able to focus on it much as the ship shook again.

The only problem was he hadn't noticed the Lasat was approaching him, and when the ship shook, the beast fell right on top of him.

"UGH, get off! I can't breathe!"

The smelly beast growled, "I'm not that heavy in this gravity."

As the beast stood up Ezra rolled over and sighed in relief, "Wasn't the weight that was bad. It was the smell!"

He heard a small chuckle from the other Mandalorian, but before he could respond to that he felt a claw grab his leg and start dragging, "Don't like the air quality, huh? Here, lemme give ya your own room!"

Ezra couldn't do much as he was being dragged helplessly up another ladder, and past cabin rooms. "Hey! Let go of me! I swear to Manda, when I get my hands on you, you'll be begging for mercy!"

As he finished his sentence he was thrown into a small closet room, which was immediately locked. Sighing, Ezra looked around the room, and smirked when he came across the answer to his problems. A nice vent cover was sitting in the wall right where he needed it.

Grabbing a tool off his belt, Ezra went to work unscrewing the vent cover. Once he had it off he quickly started crawling through it. He could vaguely hear the crew trying to figure out where he had gone, but it seemed they didn't have a clue.

He continued crawling until suddenly one of the panels broke underneath of him and he was sent flying to the ground. Looking up he saw the blackness of space, "Woah I'm in space!" Then the consequences hit him, "I CAN'T BE IN SPACE!" Then the TIE fighters hit him, "I'M GONNA DIE IN SPACE!"

He noticed he was in a gun turret and quickly sat down to try and return fire at the TIE's. He managed to hit one before being thrown out of the seat. When he looked back he saw the Mandalorian, without her helmet, glaring daggers at him.

And by the gods was she beautiful. Ezra knew that Mandalorians only loved once. There were even tales that just by looking at someone you would know if they were your cyar'ika. He hadn't really believed that second point. Until now.

Or maybe that was teenage hormones going absolutely bonkers at the goddess in front of him. She even had blue and orange hair! His favorite colors!

Once he came out of his stupor he realized that she was shooting down TIE's. He approached the chair from behind trying to figure out if he should remove his helmet or not. Ultimately he decided not to.

"What's your name, beautiful?"

Before she could respond a furry hand had grabbed his shoulder and spun him around, "My name's Zeb! You Loth-rat!"

Ezra gave his next action about a half seconds worth of thought. He didn't like Zeb, Zeb insulted him, Zeb dragged him around, and Zeb was a stupid name.

So, Ezra headbutted Zeb. Hard. He proceeded to tackle him into the small hallway, "I'm not a Loth-rat you shabuir! I'm a Mandalorian!"

Ezra didn't let up his pummeling until he felt somebody drag him off Zeb. When he turned around he saw the Mando girl, but what really caught his sight was the blues of hyperspace behind her.

He didn't register them dragging him up towards the cockpit. He had given up all his fight. The only thing he could think about was the fact that he was in hyperspace, and Emily was on Lothal.

The thing that did get him out of his daze however was when he felt somebody trying to take his helmet off.

He immediately pushed the hands away and got a quick look at the situation. He was in the cockpit with Zeb and a green Twi'lek who he assumed was the pilot. The pilot had recoiled her hands and he assumed she was the one who tried to take his helmet off. Emily said anonymity. That means the helmet stays on.

"Do not, touch my helmet."

The pilot nodded and smiled a bit, inside her mothering instincts were screaming for some reason, "What's your name?"

Ezra considered that for a second. He shouldn't give them his name, but they did need something to call him. "You can call me blue."

The pilot's smile widened a bit, "Thank you. You can call me Hera, and I see you already met Zeb."

Ezra turned to the Lasat slightly, noticing his nose was slightly bleeding and a bruise was forming under his right eye. "Ya, charming fellow. Look, just drop me and my crates off at Capital City and I'll be out of your hair."

The door opened revealing the man and girl. The girl spoke up first, "They aren't your crates."

The man continued as they walked in the cockpit, "And we aren't going to Capital City; the job's not done."

Ezra felt a bit trapped with the four of them blocking his only exits. Out of instinct he positioned himself in a defensive stance with one hand near a blaster and the other near a saber.

The mandalorian seemed to notice this, "Look, we're not going to attack you. Once the job's finished you can leave and never see us again."

That was only a bit of Ezra's concerns though, "I want, my crates. And I will go through you to get them."

While doing that Ezra noticed the force signature wasn't coming off the pilot, Hera, but instead it was coming from the man. He didn't feel a kyber crystal with him, but there was definitely a lightsaber other than his on this ship.

The man squinted his eyes at Ezra a bit, as if studying him in the same way. "I don't think you'll like the results of that."

Ezra scoffed, "One on four, I like my chances."

Hera interjected before things could get violent, "How about I take us back to Lothal and we can discuss this there?"

Ezra grinned under his helmet, thinking Emily and him combined could easily take these four. "I like that idea."

He must of said it with a little to much enthusiasm as everybody looked at him intrigued. The girl's eyes widened with realization, "No Specter 2, do not land on Lothal!"

Hera, visibly confused about the use of codenames, turned to her, "Alright Specter 5, why not?"

The girl, Specter 5, glared at Ezra, "He's got backup there."

Ezra tried to figure out how she knew about that until it hit him. She heard a little more of that conversation with Emily than he thought she had. "I don't know what you're talking about. I work alone."

The girl turned back to Ezra, "You think I didn't hear that little conversation in the loading bay? Who's waiting for you?"

Ezra's fists clenched a bit, "How the haran am I supposed to trust you four, when you obviously don't trust me?!"

Hera sighed a bit, "Alright that's fair. You know me and Zeb. The droid is C1-10P, or chopper. The man you see is Kanan, and our resident Mando is Sabine."

Ezra unclenched his fists slightly and relaxed his stance. Everybody else visibly relaxed a bit as well. "That's a start, but let's get this clear. I don't trust your little group. And I can see you obviously don't trust each other much either. Unless Sabine here is going against everything Mandalorians are taught at a young age."

Kanan's glare intensified, "What's that supposed to mean?"

Ezra was really tempted to oust the man's secret, but doing so would reveal himself as well. "Oh nothing. Just Mandalorians value family over everything."

Sabine glared at Ezra, "What would you know about that? You're clanless! Your just as much an outsider as any non mandalorian."

Ezra's head snapped to Sabine, and in a cold low voice warned her "Choose your next words very carefully."

Sabine didn't back down, "Maybe Zeb was right! Prove you aren't a coward! Give us one good reason not to kill you, and dump your body."

"Because you won't get past two steps."

Hera quickly interject as Ezra spun up his whistling birds, "ENOUGH! There will be NO fighting on my ship!"

Ezra actually recoiled a bit at the outburst, reminded of his sister and mother when they got mad. For what must have been the millionth time that day he deactivated the whistling birds as Hera continued, "Will you please remove your helmet? Maybe if we could see your face some trust might start building."

Ezra briefly considered this, but his sisters words of staying anonymous came back to him. "No, you'll have to figure out something else."

Sabine scoffed, "Don't tell me you're a child of the watch. Because if so you aren't a real Mandalorian. Those cultists are nothing more than religious zealots strutting around in beskar."

Ezra recoiled at that, "Child of the watch? No, I'm not a child of the watch, I just prefer to stay anonymous. What clan are you? Or are you a fake?"

Sabine tensed and almost took a step forward, but realized it was a valid question. Then she remembered she had clan clan markings on her helmet, "Just look at the helmet."

Ezra shook his head, "Yes I know you have clan markings, and now that I look closer I can see the house markings as well, but if you stole that armor you wouldn't know what they mean. So, what do they mean?"

Kanan, Hera, Zeb, and Chopper looked on with interest. This was something they actually didn't know about their recently acquired fifth member.

Sabine furrowed her brows trying to figure out the best approach to this. She could say her real clan and house, but she also could say a different one and see if this guy knew what he was talking about. "Clan Rook, House Kast."

Ezra instantly drew a blaster and pointed it at her, knowing for a fact those were not Rook or Kast markings. "Wrong answer."

Sabine just smirked, knowing this was a real mandalorian. "Don't worry that was just my own little test for you. I'm Clan Wren, House Vizla."

Ezra shook his head and holstered his blaster, figuring that was a fair enough thing to do. "So, you are a Mandalorian. What's a Wren doing so far away from home?"

Sabine looked down, "I'll give you the same answer I gave everybody else. The empire. You obviously know Mandalorian ways, who are you?"

Ezra seriously considered answering this. What would be bad about telling them his mothers clan? "My mother was clan and house Vizla, but she didn't raise me on Mandalore with the clan. When I got my armor I couldn't paint it Vizla colors. It didn't feel right, and I don't feel like a Vizla."

Sabine nodded at the explanation and looked Ezra up and down. She approached him and stuck her arm out in the traditional warrior greeting.

Ezra looked at the arm she was extending before grasping her forearm in a warrior greeting and salute.

Kanan looked on with interest, trying to figure out who this guy could be. "Who is waiting for you back on Lothal?"

As Ezra was considering his answer the ship popped out of hyperspace into the orbit of Lothal, "My sister is back down on the surface. She's actually probably worried sick about me right now."

On cue Ezra's commlink went off in his helmet. He pressed the button on his vambrace to answer it and was immediately met with a distressed Emily. "Ezra! Where were you?! I was tracking you and all of a sudden the tracker dropped off and I couldn't reach your com! I thought you were dead!"

Ezra naturally switched into Mando'a at the pretty personal conversation, not minding that Sabine could hear. "I'm fine sis. The ship I was on had to jump to hyperspace to lose the Empire. One of them is a Mandalorian. I trust her. Maybe not the rest, but can I drop the anonymity a bit? Give them my face and name?

Emily didn't respond for a few seconds considering what to do next, "Alright, but don't tell them who dad was. You can tell them about mother, but they are not to know you are a Jedi."

"I figured the same thing. I'll see you soon, everybody but the Mandalorian is giving me weird looks right now."

With that Sabine laughed and the commlink went off. Everybody looked at Sabine in confusion and she quickly sobered up before looking at Ezra, "You can trust all of us. We are no friends of the Empire. We won't sell out you or your sister since it seems you're trying to actively avoid them."

Ezra nodded before reaching up and taking off his helmet. The crew got their first look at the mystery Mando. Once the helmet was off they took in his features. Tan skin, Electric blue eyes, and medium length hair that was so blue it almost looked black. But what really got all of them was how young he was.

Kanan was the first to speak up, "Hera go ahead and get us landed. What's your name, kid?"

Ezra looked around at them and Sabine gave a subtle nod, "Ezra."

Hera smiled a full smile while piloting, "Thank you Ezra, now why don't we get you home. Your parents must be worried sick."

Ezra's face fell at that, "I don't have parents. It's just me and my sister. We've been alone for over seven years now."

Ezra sent Emily the coordinates of where they were going to be landing, "My sister will most likely be waiting for us. She won't hurt any of you."

The crew nodded and everybody took their assigned seat, "Although, I do want something for this little excursion. My share in the crates."

Kanan sighed, "We'll think about it kid."

The rest of the trip was done in silence until they came across the landing zone where they saw another Mandalorian with a speeder bike.

As soon as Ezra noticed this he smiled, "That's Emily!"

Everybody smiled as they made their way down to the loading bay.

As soon as the ramp opened they saw the Mandalorian with a stern stance, "Ezra Osirius Bridger, do you know how much trouble you're in?" she said with a cold voice that Ezra had only ever heard once.

And once again today, Ezra was terrified.