Before you read this little piece I've written, I must say that this is my first time EVER writing something for STAR WARS... Well, writing something for anything, really... In any case, I would love to get some constructive criticism, so that I may write better literary pieces in the future.
What you're about to stop reading is the complete series of Star Wars told with a focus on the Ghost Crew. So basically, I'll write down the episodes of the TV Show, what happens between each episode and what happens after SW Rebels ends. I really hope you enjoy and buckle up for a looooong journey.
Disclaimer - Keep in mind that I sadly don't own STAR WARS. As much as I want to... I hope you enjoy this story and tune in for later episodes. Self-made or Adaptation.
Chapter 1: The Machine in the Ghost
The ghost soured through the vast emptiness of space. The ship and its crew seemed to be on the run. In a matter of seconds, a group of 4 TIE fighters came after them, shooting but either missing most of their shots or hitting the ship's rare shield. One of the pilots was successful in hitting the back of the Ghost but the shots that landed didn't do any damage. The shields were still fully operational.
The green skinned twi'lek woman behind the controls of the Ghost seemed rather upset, looking at the stats in front of her and saying, "Kanan, we have a small situation here. If you care to blast some of those TIEs out of the galaxy, I don't think anyone would miss object." In a rather sarcastic tone. The twi'lek wore a typical pilot's outfit with a pair of goggles and headphones. Her C1-series astromech droid standing next to her silently. He would usually act as a co-pilot or repairperson for the Ghost. He had an orange paint job that looked dated and quite frankly, decomposing. A lot of wear and tear on its outer shell.
"Working on it, Hera!" A voice said from within the ship's halls. The voice belonged to a young man. He was tumbling his way to the top turrets. His hair was long. Long enough for him to tie into a pony tail. He sported a goatee and a greenish yellow long sleeved shirt. There was some armor on his left hand and shoulder. "It's not like you gave me a lot of warning..." Kanan complained as he ran through a door and climbed the ladder that had appeared in front of him.
"Oh, as I recall, raiding an Imperial supply convoy was your plan love." Hera said with a smug tone. Kanan had reached the turret triggers by now. As he started prepping for shooting, he exclaimed "Well, it made sense at the time!" The young man was trying to justify his decisions and tactics. A few shots were fired with no results... As two TIE fighter were doing a circular maneuver to damage the Ghost's shields some more, Kanan was able to shoot one of them down. The TIE was exploded into a thousand piece, bringing a grin on the young man's face.
The Ghost crew's attempts to keep the shields up failed as two shots hit the hull of the ship. The shield controls went up in flames, sparks flying. "Shields down... Chopper, fix them!" The Twi'lek woman ordered her droid. "Okaaaaay, I'll fix them!" The droid exclaimed mellow dramatically with his beeps and bops. The TIE fighters were shooting non-stop, even though, they failed to even land a single shot. Chopper used his extinguisher to put the fire out. Kanan was still struggling with hitting the fast TIEs swirling around their ship. The result of that being more damage to the ship.
"Kanan, what part of blast them did you not understand?" The twi'lek said while feeling the trembles going through the ship. "Kanan?..." She asked again. "Kanan, do you read?" She awaited his response but after a few seconds of silence, she figured that... "Internals comm's out..." She sounded frustrated. "Chopper! Go back to comm control and fix it." The twi'lek said with urgency in her voice. "Fixing Shields!" Chopper replied. Hera rolled her eyes and continued. "I know you're fixing the shields but I need the comm operational to coordinate our attack!" She tried explaining the situation to her droid while working the controls above her head, trying her best to keep them alive. "Now go, before I pull your battery." She threatened him through gritted teeth (And she was NOT joking).
"Son of a..." Chopper slammed his head multiple times against the shield console. He kept grumbling while moving through the cockpit's door. "And while you're back there, tell Kanan to PLEASE, hit something!" Hera said with frustration being apparent in her tone. They were under heavy fire. It wasn't a new situation for them but somehow, they always ended up doing some sort of back and forth banter. Throwing sarcastic remarks or justifying their actions to each other was a daily part of their lives by now. Chopper finally arrived at the top turret's ladder, knocking on it furiously. "Knock! Knock! Knock! Knock!" Chopper said in an attempt to get Kanan's attention. "A little busy, CHOP!" The young man exclaimed. A few more blasts of energies were fired and another TIE fighter was turned to dust. Kanan suddenly realized what had happened and continued. "Wait, what are you doing back here?! Shouldn't you be fixing the shields?!" He inquired. "Fixing the comms then the shield." Chopper answered. Kanan's eyes went wide and he looked down at Chopper. "Did you say you're fixing the comm?!" The man behind the turrets fired a few more shots and looked at chopper once more.
"I don't need to talk to Captain Hera right now! Get back up there and fix the shields!" Kanan yelled while pointing his finger to the cockpit. "Ughhhhh! Make up your minds..." Chopper shook his head and rolled back to the cockpit. "Oh yeah, and when you see Hera, tell her to fly better." The sly remark flew out of the young man's mouth accompanied with some frustration. BAM! Another tremble was felt throughout the ship as chopper arrived, delivering Kanan's request. "Kanan said to... Flyyyy better." Hera gave a frustrated chuckle and exclaimed. "Oh-ho-ho. He said that, did he?" Chopper popped his mechanical arms from the sides of his head and started shaking them in a feat of panic. "Oh no... Nooooo. Noooooooooo!" Before he could react, Hera started pulling up the Ghost, making Chopper fly across the cockpit and hit a wall. "Oh great, there goes another scratch..." Chopper thought to himself. For a droid, he was pretty expressive.
"Woah!" Kanan's eyes went wide. He did NOT expect that... Although, he should have. After all, he knew her well enough to expect a retaliation of sorts to his snarky remark. She had a big grin on her face. "Do I have to do EVERYTHING myself?" She said while activating the frontal targeting systems. The captain fired a few more shots, eliminating one of the two remaining TIE fighters in the process. "Just reduced Kanan's targets by half. Tell our fearless leader he should be able to handle one lone TIE fighter on his own." Hera said, giving a sarcastic remark of her own. "Are you kidding me?! I'll just do it myself for you, IDIOTS!" Chopper yelled, hitting his head multiple times with his mechanical arms. He would be exploding from anger if that was a thing, droids could do.
Hera shook her head, realizing what Chopper had said in her response. "What was THAT?!" She had a sort of growl in her voice. Chopper rolled past the top turrets' ladder, using it to give himself a bit of a boost as he slid past a secondary door. Kanan's jaw dropped and his eyes nearly popped as he watched their droid roll. "Chopper! Chopper, where are you going?!" He yelled. Annoyed and shocked. Chop finally passed a final door to arrive at the rear turrets. "Come to Choppa." He said with a digital smirk registering in his circuits, grabbing the turret controls and firing his shots at the last remaining TIE. After a few misses, he finally achieved his goal. The last TIE fighter exploded into smithereens and Chopper beeped and bopped arrogantly. "Go Chop! Go Chop! Go Chop! Go Chop!" He celebrated his achievement while rolling back to the cockpit. He was thinking about a reward. "I can ask for anything... I can even..." His thoughts were caught short when he heard his owner congratulating her "HERO" instead of him. "Alright... I'll admit it. That was some fine shooting."
Kanan replied with a slight flirtatious tone. "Thanks. You too." Chopper strode into the cockpit. Kanan's face was mere inches away from Hera. His hand was slowly reaching for her hand and it was pretty obvious to Chopper that he was about to go for a kiss. Hera had a smirk on her face with a raised eyebrow. She liked it when he complimented her. Chopper was about to blow a scanner over how stupid this all was! He needed to reveal who the REAL hero was. "You think that last TIE exploded all on its own?!" Kanan's eyes slowly opened and awkward smile crept its way onto his lips. He looked at Hera who was looking at him. They looked at each other for a second, no intimacy or alone time yet... They felt a tad bit disappointed at that fact. Kanan continued "Just Kidding, Chop." He placed his hand on Hera's back for a split second before she continued. "We know you got that last one." She patted the droid's head and said. "Good work." Chopper felt his pride circuits were getting some proper attention. "Noooo probleeem." Kanan sat in the co-pilot's seat and ordered. "Now get that comm fixed." Hera joined him and sat next to him before continuing where he left off. "And the shields. Don't forget the shields." She emphasized on her point. Chopper had enough. He pulled one arm out and shook it in a sassy fashion. "Naaaahhh, fix them yourselves!" Kanan and Hera turned around, eyes wide and appalled by Chopper's response. Both saying "What was that?!" At the same time. Kanan raised an eyebrow, rolling around as they made the jump to Hyperspace.
Now, now, I know. I know this isn't original. I'm literally just turning an episode into a fanfiction chapter. Don't worry, I'm not gonna just copy this stuff. I just want to add some secret narrative to episodes. Plus, I'll cover all the in-betweens. So don't worry about it. Next episode is gonna be about how a CERTAIN Mandalorian came to meet our lovely couple. So, we have an official being told through words then a self-made episode by yours truly.
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