"Focus," Kanan called out to Ezra who was focusing on the handstand on top of the gun dome, "Focus on letting go."
"Letting go?" Ezra asked, trying to lift his one hand, before letting it fall back onto the round dome, "Rather hold on if you don't mind," he insisted, wondering if Kanan was actually trying to train him or kill him off.
"Enough jokes," Kanan insisted, "Focus."
"I'm trying," Ezra insisted.
"Do or do not, there is no try."
"What does that even mean?" Ezra asked, still upside down, "How am I suppose to do something if I don't try to do it?"
"Well," Kanan responded, tipping his head to the side and tapping his chin, "you see, it goes… Actually, that one always confused me too, but Master Yoda use to say it a lot."
"Kanan can you help me with inventory," Hera's voice called up from a hatch.
"We'll pick this up tomorrow," Kanan promised as he disappeared back into the Ghost.
…
"So how's training going," Hera asked Kanan as he organized the crates of supplies that Hera and Sabine had just got.
"The kid has no focus," Kanan complained, "The slightest thing distracts him."
"He's new to this," Hera pointed out, "You just need to be patient with him, he can't learn everything all at once. It's going to take time and practice."
"I guess you're right." Kanan grumbled, "I just don't know if I'm the right master for him, I mean, I didn't even finish my training."
"He needs training," Hera pointed out, "You said so yourself, and you're the only one that we know of that can give him that training."
"I didn't do anything," Ezra shouted, running into the Cargo bay, glancing at Kanan with a pleading look as Zeb leaped from the balcony above.
Hera glanced at the boys wrestling in the middle of her cargo bay, and cleared her throat, "This is my ship you are messing up," she announced, "And I want you off my ship. Sabine and I have already got most of the supplies, but we still need Meilooruns, go into town and pick some up. Don't even think about coming back empty-handed."
Zeb and Ezra stared at each other in disbelief, Seriously.
As they left Kanan turned to look at Hera, "And where do you expect them to find Meilooruns on Lothal?" He asked.
"It will get them out of my ship for a while," Hera said with a sigh, "That's all that I can ask for."
"Hera, Kanan," Sabine's voice called out through the hallway, "You might want to see this," she announced.
"Now what," Hera muttered as she and Kanan rushed over to the rec room, where Sabine was watching a holofilm on the holonet.
"I recorded this when it popped up," Sabine explained, pulling something up, "It had to do with a Jedi master, still being alive."
"Luminara Unduli," Kanan muttered, "Alive."
"Do you know her?" Sabine asked, peering up to Kanan with wide golden eyes.
"I've met her once," Kanan confessed, "She was a great Jedi master," he let out a sigh, "She'll know how to train Ezra."
"You're doing a great job, Love," Hera insisted, peering up at him with large eyes.
"Where is Ezra anyway?" Sabine asked, "Last I saw him, he was being chased out of his cabin by Zeb. Apparently, Chopper pulled the bolts out of Ezra's bunk."
"So that was what was going on," Hera muttered, "I was wondering about that, I sent them on a wild meilooran run."
"Which will give us some peace and quiet to plan a rescue for Luminara," Kanan announced, nodding to Sabine, "Go ahead and do what you want, we won't be doing anything until the boys come home."
…
Ezra frowned, looking around the marketplace, somewhere had to be selling Meiloorans.
He froze as he heard a voice call out his name, "Is that Ezra Bridger?" it asked.
Ezra paused, looking around at all the stands, there at one or those fruit stands, was a white-haired man that he hadn't seen in years, "Mr. Sumar?" he questioned walking up to him.
"Ezra," the farmer exclaimed, "Look at how you've grown," before pulling out a yogan, and tossing it at Ezra, "Here have a yogan," he insisted.
"Thanks," Ezra said, "Don't suppose you have any Meiloorans?" he asked.
"Meiloorans? Meiloorans don't grow here on Lothal," he insisted.
"They don't?" Ezra asked, surprised, "Of course they don't."
Mr. Sumar chuckled, "Alma sent you out on a wild chase just so you'd stop bothering her?" he asked.
Ezra looked down his chest squeezing tightly at the mention of Alma, "No, I haven't seen her in a while, she took a job at the Imperial Factory, and well."
"You didn't approve of her supporting the Empire, so you split from her and the others?" Mr. Sumar guessed.
"Yeah," Ezra said, smiling softly, "But that's okay, I got a job with an Import Export company. I get to travel, see the galaxy, and it keeps me fed."
"I'm glad to hear that you're happy," Mr. Sumar said, "You might find some Meiloorans with an off-world importer, but it will cost you."
Ezra straightened his bag on his shoulders, "Right," he said, "Well, I better go tell… The others… what you just told me."
"Stop by for dinner any time," Sumar insisted, "Good seeing you."
"Yeah," Ezra said, "Good seeing you too."
…
Zeb couldn't believe that the kid was so stupid as to actually try to steal a meilooran from the Empire, if he hadn't intervened he would have been killed, and he did not want to have to deal with Hera if anything happened to the kid.
Unfortunately for them, they had ended up getting separated. Ezra taking off over the rooftops while Zeb had to take to the alleyways. There had to be something he could do. At the moment he was hiding behind some crates waiting for the stormtroopers to walk past him when he heard a noise behind him, a tie fighter was hovering low to the ground, aiming at him.
He rose his arms and was about to surrender, when he leaped forward, landing on top of the tie, yanked the hatch open, and climbed in, throwing the pilot out, "Never actually flown one of these before," he admitted looking at all of the controls.
…
Hera slipped out of the cockpit and was headed to the kitchenette when she heard the sound of spray paint coming from the boys' cabin. She went to open the door only for Sabine to block her way, "Sorry Hera, no entry." she insisted.
"You do realize that this isn't your room?" she asked the teenage girl.
"I was inspired," Sabine announced, "it was Ezra's idea," she insisted, before closing the door again.
"It could be worst," Hera thought out loud as she walked away, "It could be my room."
…
"I think we're too low," Ezra announced, glancing at the covered windshield.
Zeb grunted, if he had known that the kid was going to be a backseat pilot he wouldn't have let him into the tie, "How can you tell?" he demanded, "Why don't you go clean the window."
Ezra didn't say anything as he looked out the window a strange feeling tugged at his guts telling him that there was danger straight ahead and that they needed to turn, "we need to turn," he insisted, Kanan had just told him this morning that that gut feeling he often had was the force, and he should listen to it.
Whatever it was they were flying towards was getting closer and bigger, Zeb wasn't listening to him, so he finally grabbed the yoke and jerked it to the right, turning right before they flew into a mountain.
"How did you know?" Zeb asked.
"I don't know, I just knew," Ezra insisted.
Zeb chuckled, "Good," he insisted, "That's good," maybe he shouldn't tease the kid about the force after all. "Now get out there and clean the canopy."
…
Chopper chirped a taunt at Kanan as he took down one of his players, Kanan however simply made his move, winning the game, causing Chopper to roll off in a huff, passing Hera as she walked in.
Kanan smiled up at her as she joined him on the couch, "You have to admit it's a lot more peaceful around here with the kids gone."
Hera let out a sigh, leaning into Kanan slightly, "Yeah," she agreed, "but I'm feeling a bit guilty about sending them on..."
"A wild Meilooran chase?" Kanan finished leaning into Hera as well.
The two adults stared at each other for a second and might have taken advantage of the fact that the others were occupied elsewhere when their comlinks crackled to life, "Specter 4 to ghost," Zeb's voice called out.
"Right on queue," Hera said, shaking her head as she pulled away from Kanan, even when they weren't on the Ghost the kids still could find a way to interrupt any private moment that she and Kanan had, she lift her comlink up, "Go ahead Specter four," she insisted.
"We've hit a bit of a problem," Zeb insisted.
Hera glanced at Kanan with laughter in her eyes, "I thought that you might," she said, "Look don't worry about the Meiloorans,"
"Yeah, Meiloorans," Ezra's voice filtered through the comlink as well, "Uh, we found some but we lost them, then we found them again, but we smashed them."
Kanan groaned as Zeb interrupted Ezra, "Just get to the point kid."
That was when Kanan noticed the noise in the background, "Wait, what am I hearing? It sounds like..." he trailed off as Ezra spoke up again.
"Well, you see, about that, well, um," Ezra was trying to figure out what to say, which meant that Kanan was not going to like what he had to say, "we stole a tie fighter," he announced.
"You what?" Kanan demanded, leaping up to his feet.
"He's taking that better than I thought," Zeb announced.
"Get rid of it," Kanan ordered.
"Do we have to?" Zeb and Ezra asked in perfect harmony.
Kanan dropped back onto his seat, "At least tell me that you dismantled the locator beacon?" he asked while rubbing his forehead.
"Of course," Zeb said, "We aren't fools," he said loudly before hissing, "Under there, the red wire, no wait, the blue."
"Well, which one is it?" Ezra asked.
"It's the red and the blue," Kanan muttered, shaking his heads, never ever again, he didn't care how bad they were fighting sending those two out on their own was a bad idea.
"Right got it," Ezra said, "I mean, got it a long time ago," he let out a nervous laugh, "You know back when we first boarded, right away, immediately."
"Stealing a tie attracts unwanted attention," Kanan reminded them, "Rendezvous at Shadow Site Two, fly straight there, do not stop, and don't do anything."
…
Kanan frowned, it had been hours since they had contacted them and had told them to meet them here, "They should have been here by now," Kanan growled.
Hera squinted her eyes against the sunset, with a frown, there were two figures headed towards them, "Over there," she announced, pointing eagerly as Ezra and Zeb walked up to them.
"One fresh Mielooran as ordered," Zeb announced, dropping the fruit into Hera's hands.
"Thank you, kind sir," she said jokingly, bowing at him.
"Forget about the fruit," Kanan muttered, "Where's the tie fighter?"
Zeb let out a sigh before admitting that they had crashed it.
"On purpose," Ezra insisted, "We didn't want it to fall back into the Empire's hands."
Kanan nodded his head, "That's what I like to hear," he announced, "Now go inside and rest up, we're leaving first thing in the morning to Stygeon System."
"Why?" Ezra asked.
"There's a Jedi Master there that will make a great teacher for you," Kanan insisted despite Hera shaking her head at him.
Ezra frowned, "I see." he said softly.