A/N: I know it has been a while. it is not that I do not want to update, but that I have not been able to. My laptops keyboard won't work anymore, I actually had to plug in another keyboard to write this up. I do now know how it feels to be the author who hasn't updated, I now realize what I nag I am when I am waiting for an update.

Anyways I thought I should mention something: the crew is a little bit younger than what they are in the series: Kanan is 21, Hera is 18, Zeb 35, and Sabine is 13. figured if Ezra was younger than so should the crew


At first Zeb thought it was a bad idea to let a seven year old help with delicate equipment especially something like the Ghost; Zeb's main problem was he was worried that Ezra was going to hurt himself. It turned out though that Ezra had an amateur knowledge on working with mechanics. Ezra explained that he used to help his dad a bit with repairs on equipment. So Ezra could easily hand Zeb tools he needed, making repairs go by a lot quicker. While fixing the Ghost the two passed the time by asking each other questions.

"So how old are you?" Ezra asked handing Zeb a screwdriver

"I'm thirty-five, thank you. What's your favorite color?"

"I can't decide between orange and blue, so I like both. What's your favorite color?"

"Purple," Zeb responded, then came up with a more practical question, "Hey can you grab the wrench and screw that loose bolt in there." Zeb was indicating to a bolt that was between some pipes his over-sized hands couldn't reach.

"Okay," Ezra agreed gladly grabbing the wrench, then Ezra asked nervously "Zeb, can I ask you a personal question?"

Zeb had a feeling he knew what the boy was going to ask, "Yes kid, I do bathe regularly, I just smell weird."

This remark ensued Ezra to bend over laughing, "No not that, I was wondering what species you are."

"Lasat," Zeb said proudly, before he realized dismally "I'm guessing you haven't met many of my kind before."

"No," Ezra confirmed while he twisted the bolt. But then he noticed the sad tone that was in Zeb's response and turned to him, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked."

"No need to be sorry," Zeb assured the boy. "It's just… I guess thinking about it makes me homesick," Zeb admitted. Zeb was actually surprised by what he said. It was definitely true, but it was the first time he ever admitted it to anyone. Zeb figured that the kid has that effect on people.

"What do you miss about it?" Ezra asked, curious about the Lasat he found fascinating. If not for anything else, their mutual agreement that Chopper was crazy helped them bond.

Zeb was a little hesitant to answer but again he told the boy, "I guess I miss being part of the Lasan Honor Guard the most."

"What's the Honor Guard?" Ezra asked inquisitively

"Well the Honor Guard are a platoon of soldiers that go around Lasan and help citizens in need. They helped to maintain order and peace on Lasan." Zeb explained

"So the exact opposite of Stormtroopers," Ezra remarked, causing both Lasat and human to bellow out laughing.

"Yeah pretty much kid," Zeb clarified for Ezra after he caught his breath from laughing so hard, "Man I could tell you some stories."

"Please do," Ezra eagerly encouraged.

"Nah kid, you really don't want to hear any of my stories." Zeb replied.

"Yes I do," Ezra assured Zeb excitedly, "I'm a seven year old boy, seven year old boys love stories about soldiers."

Zeb had to admit it, he was genuinely please by Ezra's eagerness to listen to one of Zeb's 'old time stories'. When Zeb wanted to tell his stories, Kanan and Sabine found other things to do. Hera would listen, but Zeb could tell she just listened to be nice. This was the first time since he began his life as a rebel that someone wanted to listen to stories of his past

"Well, is the bolt screwed in?" Zeb asked, causing Ezra to nod yes, "Alright since the maintenance is done, I guess I can tell you one tale over lunch."

"Cool, which one?" Ezra asked as he and Zeb headed to the kitchen.

"How about telling you about the time me and my men went to find a sarlacc." Zeb began, eager to share a bit of his past with someone.


Kanan and Hera were at loss of words. The two had talked about the Voices of Hope with Jho on multiple occasions. They never though he would know them personally, than again they never thought of the Voices of Hope having a seven year old boy.

Hera was the first to come up with the question, "How?"

Jho took a seat on an old ship part where the other two were near before he explained.

"Miriam and Ephraim both lost a lot when the empire took over. They said they didn't want their son to live in a world where he couldn't even have the freedom to speak his mind. So about two years ago the two worked on these broadcast about uniting against the empire. They got people talking, they raised people's spirits most thought they lost."

"Why were we never told about them? We could have helped them." Hera said, a little dismayed they couldn't of helped Ezra's parents.

"It was supposed to be local knowledge only. No one talked about it publically out of fear that if off world people got wind of it, more imperials would come here." Jho explained.

"So how was Tseboo involved with all this?" Kanan asked.

Jho again appeared a little frustrated with the mention of the Rhodanian. "Tseboo was the 'inside man'. He worked for the imperial information office, any information he happened to overhear went back to the Bridger's. Any devices the Empire deemed unfit, Tseboo and Ephraim would fix it up and use it for the broadcast."

"And you're sure Tseboo was the one who ratted them out." Kanan ask, hoping there was another reason the Bridger's were taken away. "Maybe he was arrested and forced to squeal."

"Besides the fact no else in Capitol City knew about what the Bridger's did, right after they go missing, the only time he is ever seen now is coming in and out of the Imperial headquarters, hiding behind the Empire like a coward. It had to be him!" Jho exclaimed angrily

"And you have no idea where he could possibly be at now?" Kanan asked

Jho just sighed, "I wish I knew more."

"Jho, when you found Ezra, letting him stay with you wasn't going to be long term, was it?" Kanan asked, seeing what possible alternative was for Ezra.

Jho answered, "No. I wish I could take him in but my wife…, well you know. But I know some people from Alderran who could help him find a home. Kids are always getting adopted there. Before I could though, Ezra heard me talking about Tseboo's Imperial job on the transmission with an acquaintance who saw Tseboo "just the other day' and he ran off to find him."

Kanan just shook his head, annoyed at the situation that not only the crew, but Ezra were in.

Jho went on, looking ashamed "I wish I could have done more more but-"

Kanan put his hand on Jho's shoulder assuring, "Hey you did all you could, and Ezra wanted to make sure we told you he says 'hi'". Jho smiled at Kanan's words.

Hera though came up with something else they needed to know, "Jho we just need to know one more thing; do happen to know where the Bridger's lived?"


"Suddenly, our lanterns went out. We were in total pitch black when I felt the sarlacc slimy tongue wrap around my waist!" Zeb exclaimed to the young human boy as the two were enjoying some BLT's. Ezra was intrigued by the tale that Zeb was telling.

"The beast then tried to swallow me whole! But once inside the sarlacc's throat I took out my bo-rifle and electrocuted him from the inside!" Zeb exaggerated by making all these movements to indicate how the situation happened.
"What happened then?" Ezra asked eagerly

Zeb keenly finished his story, "The sarlacc began thrashing, but I knew I had to keep up the attack, it must have been a good ten minutes before the monster succumbed to his injuries and with one last loud burp from his remains, I was expelled from the beast, finally the sarlacc that was terrorizing a multiple of Lassan's towns was dead."

By the end of the story Ezra was staring at the Lasat in amazement, "Woah, you're like a real hero."

Zeb laughed, pleased by the compliment, "Thank kid." Zeb expressed his gratitude by patting the kids back. But once Zeb's hand made contact with the boys back, the boy shrieked in pain and quickly retreated to under the table.

"Kid, are you ok?" Zeb asked worried, he only patted the kid lightly. He had barely touched him.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Ezra went on hysterically before Zeb noticed some blood was forming on Ezra back, that's when it hit him about what Sabine had mentioned last night.

"Ezra, kid it's okay? Just relax, no one is attack you. You're safe." Zeb's words seemed to work a bit as the kid began to calm down and quieted a bit, noticing the lack of a continuous beating on him. Zeb asked the kid, "Did someone at the base do that to you?" Zeb asked calmly

Ezra could only nod as he tried to wipe the tears from his eyes.

Zeb knew he had to keep a level head, and looking at Ezra's pained expression on his face, the task was one of the hardest things he ever would have to do.

"Come on, let's get that back cleaned up." Zeb calmly told the kid.

Ezra sniffling came out and held Zeb's hand as they went back to the medbay

"I'm sorry that I freaked out." Ezra said as he sat back on the med table, who had calmed down.

"Don't worry about it kid," Zeb assured the boy as he got the medical supplies, "if anything I should be apologizing, now can you take off your shirt so I can bandage up that scrape?"

Ezra did as he was told, and squirmed out of Kanan's old shirt over his head. That was when Zeb saw them all. Ezra had multiple scars on his back and across his arms, Zeb could even see a few lacing his abdomen. At least five, that looked like whip marks, were recent and were the ones that were bleeding. Most though seemed to have healed, though not well as they seemed to of been infected at some point. Those scars appeared to be a few months old at least. Some were small and jagged, while others were quite large and straight. Zeb could tell those were the ones that were engraved into the boy intentionally.

Zeb couldn't hold his tongue, "What did they do to you?" Zeb tried to retract his question, fearing talking about it will cause the boy distress "Never mind kid. I just-"

"It's okay," Ezra assured Zeb before he told him, "I actually got it a few nights ago when I tried to escape again."

"Again?" Zeb asked curiously as he began to clean up with blood from the boys back to bandage it up.

"I've tried to leave a few times, but the last time I really almost got out. The night before you guys rescued me, I pretended I was sick and when the two guards came in to check on me, I jumped over them and locked them in the cell."

Zeb laughed again, "A seven year old tricked a pair of troopers, why am I not surprised?" This caused Ezra to chuckle before he frowned and continued his story.

"I knew the base pretty well and I avoided the troopers. I actually made it outside through the vent. But The Inquisitor found me. That's when I got that." Ezra said pointing to the back that Zeb had just finished bandaging.

"Punishment?" Zeb asked.

"Training," Ezra corrected, "Training all night, of dodging troopers targeting me on the Inquisitors orders, one of them had shock whip." Ezra shuttered at the mention of the weapon, recalling the pain that inflicted on him only a few days ago.

Zeb faced Ezra and gently place his hand on the boy's shoulder, before telling him convincingly "You're a lot tougher than I thought."

"If I was tough, I wouldn't even have gotten the scars in the first place." Ezra told Zeb, thinking the Lasat was just easing the situation. Ezra didn't feel like he was tough like Zeb

Zeb though shrugged off a bit of his shirt to show the kid teeth marks on his shoulders, or where a piece of his shoulder should be, a good chunk of his shoulder was peeled off his body, leaving teeth marks all across it.

"Something I forgot to tell you about in the story I told you earlier. When the beast was swallowing me, his teeth got a piece of me as he swallowed me. Yet I still managed to take him down. And trust me I have way more scars than you do." Zeb told Ezra who looked shocked at the idea of someone like Zeb getting hurt. Zeb continued, "Scars aren't a sign that you got hurt, they tell everyone else that you are a tough survivor."

Zeb's encouraging words prompted Ezra to smile, "Thank Zeb."

At that moments Sabine came into the medbay holding some clothes in her hand, "What's going on in here?" Sabine asked.

Ezra put the stained shirt back on before he answered, "Nothing Zeb and I can't deal with." causing both boy and Lasat to smile at each other.

Sabine smiled and rolled her eyes, "Well it doesn't seem like you guys are causing trouble."

"The day is still early," Zeb said as he ruffled Ezra's hair causing both boys to laugh. "What have you been doing all morning?" Zeb asked Sabine.

"Oh just making some changes to Ezra's outfit," Sabine said, handing Ezra what was in her hand. It was his cadet uniform, except now it was orange.

Ezra could hardly tell it was the same uniform

"I was thinking your outfit could use some color, I hope you like the color?" Sabine asked.

"Are you kidding? Orange it my favorite color." Ezra said as he hugged Sabine for the gift, "How did you know?"

Sabine just slyly smiled, "Oh women's intuition. Why don't you go to the bath room and change?"

"Okay," Ezra agreed, hurrying to the bathroom, leaving the Mandalorian and Lasat in the medbay."

"That was the only dye you had, wasn't it?" Zeb good-humoredly asked Sabine.

"Yup," The thirteen year old answered.

"Well since you're done with your project of the day, you can enjoy the kids company for a bit, I need a nap." Zeb admitted

Sabine teased Zeb a bit on the matter, "What? The big Lasat can't handle one kid for a day?"

"No the kid is great, but out favorite rust bucket woke me way to early." Zeb pointed out as he headed off to bed, only to trip over the droid in the hallway. The droid then beeped at the situation he caused.

"Dammit Chopper!" Zeb shouted as he began kicking the droid as he continued to head back to his room.

Sabine just smiled at herself, already having an idea of what she and Ezra could do until Kanan and Hera came back.


A/N: I hope all enjoyed the fluff and emotional moments behind it. Please remember; reread, review, recycle! seriously though i would love to read some peoples opinion on this. Also qucik rant :LEGACY WAS WAY TOO EMOTIONAL FOR ME AND I LOVED IT!