Ezra woke up, getting a late start to the day. Getting a ration bar and cup of caf from the barracks, he headed to the hanger. "Wow it's bright," he thought. "Brightness of Atallon."
He saw the array of ships on the hanger. He smiled at the sight of the Ghost, brightness shining its exterior from the early afternoon sun.
He saw a welcoming surprise. Her. Someone that makes him blush and holds him accountable. No, not Sabine. Spectre Seven. "Making repairs on the Ghost? That's a first," Ezra thought.
"I didn't know you were a mechanic," he said, crossing his arms.
"Well Ezra, since I couldn't get you to be my apprentice, my seeker droids were the next best thing. Back then, I made sure to keep up with their maintenance." Seventh added, "I had my own TIE fighter. Made sure to keep her up to date. Sadly we couldn't bring it back to base."
Ezra smiled, "Back to base? Ha, you know that fighter had all sorts of trackers on it."
Seventh rolls her eyes, "Perhaps, still wish she was here."
"Maybe you could do something close to having one," Hera said walking out of the Phantom. "Rebel High command is to make sure rebel fighters stay up to date and repaired. They want you to serve as a mechanic when we have more downtime between missions."
Seventh nodded. She is a fan of fixing up other fighters for a change.
Ezra sensed famishment from Spectre Seven. "Did you eat at all this morning?" he asked. "I sense you're starving."
Seventh stared at his half-eaten ration bar. "Give me that." she commanded.
Ezra submitted and gently handed her the rest of it. Seventh gorged on it. "No thank you?" Ezra asked funnily.
Seventh grinned, mouth full. "Thank you…"
"Hey no eating with your mouth full!" Hera responded playfully. Ezra smiled.
The antics, playfulness. Seventh Sister started to feel like she's welcomed. That she belongs here.