A/N: I didn't think I would update this, but here I am, thanks to my wonderful reviewers! Yay! (First story. Sorry for the enthusiasm. ) Btw, last time I forgot to write the authors note. Sorry again.

Therefore, the disclaimer:

Rex, will you do the honours?

-But I'm not even in Star Wars Rebels!-

*Gives Rex a look* Get your shebs over here!

-Fine. Sabine of Macayhill does not own Star Wars. Disney does. Hmph. Di'kuts, all of them. –

You know, you're soft hearted for a clone trooper.

-Kriff…-

Chapter 2

"Green and orange striped hair? Is that what you tried to do? Looks like a bantha gave you a present on top of your head. Sorry kid…" mumbled Kanan.

"What? This was not on purpose! It was all Zeb's fault!" Ezra started getting frustrated.

"Oh, give me a break. Why are ye even blamin' me? I'm innocent, I tell ye!"

Hope he doesn't use that Force of his on me.

"Innocent until proven guilty. Sorry kid, that's one thing we can't do," Kanan said, even though he knew that wasn't the case. Kanan just wanted Zeb to have some fun.

"I'm too smart for that. What about the Force? And why are you siding with Zeb, even though you're supposed to be my teacher? "said Ezra with a glint in his eye.

"Fine. If Zeb dose not confess now…" stage whispered Kanan slowly and ominously.

"Okay, okay, I confess!" shouted Zeb and escaped quickly.

"Finally!" thought Ezra as he ran after Zeb.

Zeb raced into the hold, a streak of purple and gray. H would later realise that this was a very bad mistake. Zeb almost tripped on a wrench and a spare datapad that someone had left lying around, and swore under his breath in his native language- a few words stronger than karabast, since Zeb was kind of stressed right now, but who was around to hear him?

There was something glistening in front of him. Someone had probably just spilled some oil. Why couldn't the crew be more careful? Zeb planted his hands on the flooring in front of him and tried to get up- tried being the operative word. His feet skidded out from under him and Zeb slid a few feet before finally stopping.

"Karabast!" Why had he been so kriffing stupid? And where was Ezra?

The ugly honking sounds of a droid laugh came uninvited to his ears, but the perpetrator was nowhere to be seen. His ears then registered Ezra's muffled snorts, and with them came a mechanical beep which defiantly didn't belong to Chopper…

''Don't tell me you recorded all this!'' His only answer was the now loud and clear tones of Ezra's mirth.

"Chops, where are ya? Come here, it's not like I'm gonna hurt you or anything."

"I'll get my revenge on that kid Ezra later," thought Zeb.

"No, Chopper, roll as fast as those droid legs can carry you and get the holorecording to Sabine or something. I'll go to Kanan for help!" shouted Ezra.

The Force sent a tickle down his spine, and in that instant Ezra knew that if he didn't move, Zeb would tackle him from behind or something. So he ran. The air ducts had never before looked so inviting in his mind's eye, and he knew that Zeb defiantly wouldn't come after him up there inside the ducts, since the Lasat's girth was much too wide. The big, fat, hairless Wookie, haha.

A nagging voice in the back of his mind whispered that this was all Ezra's fault in the first place and wouldn't Kanan be just so happy to have to help a friend in "need" for the millionth time? Ezra just told it to shut the kriff up. Kanan would want to help prevent the gruesome murder of Ezra Bridger, wouldn't he?

Ezra stood on a large and rectangular box with a curious smell coming off it to get the grate out of its opening so he could climb in. His fingers scrabbled quickly over the screws in an attempt to loosen them and get out of there, since he could sense Zeb making his way toward his current location. Although Zeb did not know it, he was radiating anger and frustration off into the Force, and Ezra had just learned from Kanan to sense just that kind of thing.

Ezra pulled up the grate- Finally! - And jumped up into the air vent. The door slammed open right after Ezra pulled his feet in and replaced the screws on the grate.

"Ha! Gotcha! – Wait, where is that kid? Karabast, karabast, karabast." Zeb walked out with a very frustrated expression on his face.

Ezra crawled around in the confusing gray interior of the air vents for some time before he reached Kanan's room because he was lost for a time.

"Ugh, these things need directions. Maybe I'll ask Sabine to let me borrow some extra paint later. If I survive, that is…" thought Ezra.

When Ezra reached Kanan's quarters, he removed the grate and dropped down onto the ground. Kanan was meditating.

"Not now, Ezra!" said Kanan in a peaceful and serene tone of voice.

"But Master, I think Zeb wants to kill me!" whispered Ezra.

"What have you done now?" asked Kanan.

Rex: HELP I'M TRAPPED IN SABINE OF MACAYHILL'S MIND! HELP!

Me: Oh, don't mind him. He's just being weird.

Rex: Good soldiers follow orders. Good soldiers follow orders. Good soldiers follow orders. Kill all Fanfiction Authors. *Raises blaster and lowers it* Haha, like the joke?

Me: Don't joke about Tup and Tiplar. That's OOC. Do the review notice. Now!

Rex: Fine, fine, please review and whatever. Bye.