Ezra leaned back in the co-pilot seat grumbling to himself as he watched tie-fighters being blown up in front of him, he should be helping Kanan with the guns, but he had been ordered to stay with Hera because his heart gauntlet had started to beep. It wasn't even that he needed to charge or anything, it was just complaining that his heart was beating too fast as a result of running to avoid the stormtroopers. He could have calmed his heart just as easily sitting at the gun as he could next to Hera.
"I don't have a shot," Kanan called out.
Hera turned her head slightly towards Chopper, "Chopper," she called out, "Do you have the Coordinates?"
Chopper beeped something, which caused Zeb to asked, "What did he say."
"He said 'Hello Hyperspace'," Hera said making the jump.
"That's not what he said," Zeb muttered.
It was only a minute later as they traveled through hyperspace that Kanan made his way down to the cockpit, "I told you we'll get away," he said.
"With the shipment," Sabine countered, "You said we will get away with the shipment."
"Kanan," Hera called out, not taking her eyes off the window, "We're low on everything."
"Food," Ezra announced, although he had a feeling that if Hera stopped piling his and Sabine's plates high with food each meal on account that they were growing kids, they still would have plenty of that. He was used to eating a lot less than what he had here on the Ghost.
"Explosives," Sabine added.
"Fuel," Hera added, "We need to make some money or we might as well put the Ghost in storage.
"There's always Vizago's job," Kanan offered.
"That arms dealer again?" Zeb asked, surprised, last time they did a job for him they almost got caught.
Ezra watched as Zeb and Kanan discussed the possible job, Zeb obviously hadn't forgiven him for sending them into a trap two weeks earlier.
"Hey," Ezra called out, "If it puts food on the table and frees up some time for I don't know Jedi training, then I'm in."
Kanan walked up to Ezra pushing him back into his chair before turning to Hera.
"You game?" he asked, if Hera was against it then they would have to come up with a new plan, when Hera voiced her acceptance, they really did need the credits, he continued, "I already know the mission let's head to the spaceport," he then turned to Ezra, "How's your heart?" he asked, it was a common question that all of them but Zeb asked, although Sabine had only asked it once, and he had been struggling at the time and actually needed the help.
"Good," Ezra said giving him a dark look, "I'm fine, probably won't need to charge until tomorrow."
….
Ezra had never been to a spaceport before, but then again until he had joined the Ghost crew he had never stepped out of Capitol City. It was big and busy and he was sure that he would have gotten lost if it wasn't for the fact that Sabine had told him to simply follow her and Zeb but to let a few others get on between them so no one would think that they were together. Kanan would board at the last minute, while Hera followed on the Ghost.
Ezra's job was simple enough, to get the translator droid away from Prime Minister Tua and Mr. Wabo forcing them to use Sabine as a translator instead. So when Chopper started poking him instead of ignoring him like Hera suggest he do on the Ghost he spoke up loud so that everyone would hear the conversation, "Would you cut it out, you have plenty of room, stop crowding me!"
Chopper grumbled something before pulling out his electric prod rod, pointing it at Ezra and zapping him a couple of times, that was not part of the plan.
"Hey Kid," Kanan called out, standing up and peering over the row of seats to look at Ezra, who was sprawled on the floor, "Why don't you get that rust bucket under control."
Chopper grumbled and shocked Kanan as well, as Ezra climbed up on the chair and growled at Kanan, "Why don't you mind your own business," he snapped as Chopper zapped him again, the astromech was having way too much fun with this.
"Hey, Pilot," Kanan called out, "Isn't there a rule against droids in the passenger area?"
The pilot turned his head around before letting out a mechanical sigh, "I am sorry sir, but your astromech must proceed to the back of the craft."
"Hey," Ezra said, "If my astromech is banished, then those two astromechs are banished too."
Sabine smirked, worked like a charm, like any plan that involved Chopper being on one soon enough Zeb was leaning forward talking to them, telling them that she was quite fluent, while all she had to do was act modest, and let them do the rest.
…
"Bay Seven," Sabine whispered as she walked past pulling her helmet on.
Ezra nodded before climbing up onto a stack of cargo crates until he reached the air vent reach he quickly entered, "Kanan," he grumbled into his comlink, "I thought you were going to teach me Jedi stuff, so far all I've been doing is thieving, and I already knew how to do that," by now he paused as he climbed up to another level on the air ducts.
"Just get to bay seven, open the door, and we all get paid," Kanan insisted.
"So we steal to stay alive," Ezra grumbled, "See told you I already know this," With that, he pushed the grate open and pulled himself up onto the roof of the Shuttle Port, it should be easy enough to find bay seven from there. He looked in front of him, he would have to jump from one roof to the other until he got to Bay Seven. Piece of cake he had done this kind of stuff a million times before he joined the Ghost Crew.
…
Ezra dropped down to the floor and quickly opened the bay doors, allowing the others in.
Zeb did a slow clap while he said, "Well Kid you managed to pull it off," He said in his deep voice.
"Was there ever any doubt?" Ezra asked.
"Yes," Zeb and Sabine said in unison, great he still hadn't proved to them that he could be a valuable member of the team.
Kanan however ignored them as he opened the bay door to let Hera in, "Do we even know what Vizago is having us stealing?" she asked.
Zeb opened one of the crates before swearing and stumbling backward. Sabine pulled one out as well, "Whoa they're T-7 Ion disrupters," she announced, before turning to Ezra as if she knew that he had no idea what they were dealing with, "They were banned by the senate, you can short circuit an entire ship with these."
"That's not why they were banned," Zeb confessed.
"They had only started to load the shipment when Hera called out, "They're on to us, Chopper's buying us time but I don't know how much time that will be."
Kanan rushed down the ramp, "Hurry up," he called, "We don't have much..."
Ezra heard the sound of heavy footsteps marching their way, "Time's up," he announced as a troop of stormtroopers appeared and ordered them to put their hands up.
Zeb immediately listened putting his hands in the air as he stepped forward, asking if there was a problem.
Mr. Wabo said something to which C-3PO translated, "Amda Wabo says that those crates contain his disruptors."
"Uh, must be some mistake," Zeb insisted, walking forward more, "Can't possibly be disruptors in there, because they're illegal, right?"
"That's irrelevant," Prime Minister Tua insisted, "We're going to search your crates."
"Be my guest," Zeb said, watching as two troopers walked past him, "On second thought," he said, grabbing them by the back, and tossing them into the other troopers.
Ezra watched as Zeb went ballistic knocking everyone down that dared to get in his way, yelling at them that they needed to go through him if they were going to get disruptors.
"Get those crates on the ship," Kanan called from beside him. Ezra nodded and hurried off.
…
"Yeah, look Chopper made friends," Sabine called out, causing Ezra, who was busy securing the shipment for the flight back to Lothal, to look up, sure enough, the two Imperial Droids that had been on their flight had obviously followed Chopper on board. However, from the beeping sounds that Chopper was making, he didn't think he had approved of it.
"I am C3PO, and this is my counterpart, R2D2," C3PO explained, "I was translating for Minister Tau when we were attacked by thieves like..." the droid trailed off as Zeb stomped past giving him a glare on the way past, followed by Kanan.
"We have company," Kanan announced, "A couple of Imperial Droids, Specter 5 let's get a couple of restraining bolts on these two."
"Yep, on it," Sabine said, climbing the ladder.
"Specter 6, Specter 3, keep an eye on them," Kanan insisted before he too left the cargo hold.
"Right like that would happen," Ezra said, rolling his eyes, babysitting duty seriously? What could the droids even do while they are in hyperspace anyways?
"Excuse me sir, but there has been a terrible mistake, my partner and I are in the service of Minister Tau..."
Ezra tuned the droid out as he listened to Kanan and Zeb talking on the walkway just overhead, he didn't know much about disruptors, but whatever they were, they sure had Zeb on edge.
By this point Sabine was back with the restraining bolts, "Hey, if we need credits maybe Vizago will buy these two droids," she suggested.
…
Ezra had turned over guard duty to Sabine and had slipped into his cabin with a holobook Sabine had given him to help him practice his reading, however, he hadn't gotten far when Zeb suddenly grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and threw him out of the cabin.
"And stay out," Zeb snarled, locking the door.
"You can't do that," Ezra shouted, punctuating each word with a fist to the door, "It's my cabin too."
"Ezra!" Hera voice called from the cockpit, "come in here."
Ezra stomped into the cockpit, "Hera," he complained, "Zeb booted me from my own..."
"I know," Hera insisted, "But maybe you can cut Zeb a little slack today?"
"Oh, like the way he cuts me slack?" Ezra countered.
"Do you know what a T7 Ion disruptor is, what it does to an organic being?"
"Uh, no," Ezra said plopping down in a chair.
"Well, Zeb knows," Hera explained, "Because it's what the Imperials used on his people when they cleared his homeworld. Very few Lasats survived, and none remained on Lasan."
Ezra ran his hand through his hair, really, Zeb had lost everyone, just like that? "I guess I can cut him a little slack," he offered.
Hera smiled softly, "Goodman," she insisted, "So how's the Jedi training going with Kanan?"
"Jedi Training?" Ezra echoed, "Never heard about it."
"We'll see about that," Hera growled, pulling out of Hyperspace to reveal Lothal.
…
"Kanan," Hera called out grabbing the Jedi as he walked past, "Why haven't you started Ezra's training?"
"Can we discuss this later?" Kanan asked as he climbed down the ladder to the cargo hold where the others were waiting.
"That's fine Love," Hera said with a warning tone in her voice, "but we will discuss it."
Kanan folded his arms and sighed as Ezra leaned over to Sabine, "Are they…?" he trailed off as Sabine nodded briefly.
"But they think it's a secret," Sabine hissed back as R2D2 nudged her beeping, "Oh, right," she said, "This R2 says that his real mission was to make sure that the T7s never reach the Empire, and his master will pay handsomely for their return."
"I'll think about it," Kanan insisted.
Zeb grimaced, "So we aren't selling the droids, but we are selling the T7s? We don't even know who Vizago's buyer is."
"We know it's not the empire," Kanan pointed out, "And I already made a deal with Vizago, so let's get these crates unloaded."
….
Vizago was really making Zeb uncomfortable, Ezra could sense it from where he stood leaning against a hovercar. The way he talked about the T7s really made him uncomfortable, and he had only heard about the T7s he had never seen them in use. No wonder Zeb was agitated.
Suddenly there was a low rumble and Vizago used the scope of a T7 to see an Imperial transport approaching, "You were followed," he accused Hera.
"That's not possible," Hera insisted, they had not been followed, and there was no way that they somehow knew of their meeting point.
"Tell that to the Empire," Vizago insisted, rushing off, "Leave the rest, we're gone," he told his droids.
Kanan grabbed Vizago, "You haven't paid us," he reminded him.
Vizago yanked his hand out of Kanan's grip, "Vizago doesn't pay for half a shipment and he doesn't pay for trouble with Imperials," he jumped onto some crates, "My friends I hope you live to bargain another day," he said as his droids drove off, "If not then..." he made a noise to show that he really didn't care as the hovercraft picked up speed.
"Sabine, we need to destroy those guns," Kanan shouted.
"Now you're speaking my language," Sabine said, racing off.
Ezra wasn't sure what Sabine was doing, all he knew was he was suppose to be helping Kanan and Zeb buy her time. Kanan had stopped one walker but had been blasted before he could hit the other one. They had taken cover behind a large pillar when Zeb suddenly lunged forward attacking Kallus.
"Only a member of the Lasan guard can carry a bo rifle," he snarled.
"I know," Kallus's voice was cold as he laughed, "I removed it from a guardsman myself."
Ezra grimaced as he heard Zeb growl, not good, not good.
"Come on Kid we got to move," Kanan insisted, as he leads Ezra to a different cover, this one giving them a clear view of the fight between the IBS agent and Zeb.
"That fool Last is going to get himself killed," Kanan groaned, firing at the advancing troopers.
"Okay," Sabine announced, "We're ready, everyone push."
Ezra and Kanan grabbed a cart of crates and shoved them towards the remaining walker, The blast throwing them all to the ground.
Ezra rose his head just in time to see Kallus raise his weapon to deliver the death blow to Zeb. A strange feeling rose up in him, filling his body with energy, "No," he shouted, pushing out with his hands, sending that energy out of his body, and slamming it into Kallus, who went flying into a cliff.
Kanan glanced at Ezra who seemed to be in shock, "Specter 2, get the kids on board," he ordered, racing over to Zeb.
Ezra didn't even have time to recover before finding himself being dragged aboard by Hera who was yelling at Sabine to get aboard.
…
"Thanks for the save Kanan," Zeb grunted as he allowed his friend to lower him down on the Cargo Hold floor.
"It wasn't me," Kanan insisted, "It was Ezra," he smiled as he turned to the young boy, he met Hera's eyes before adding, "and Ezra your formal Jedi training starts tomorrow."
"But we still don't have any credits," Ezra pointed out.
"Perhaps these droids can help," Sabine suggested, "They did suggest that their master would pay for their return, that should tide us over until we get another job."