Being chased by first Imperials, then a group of pirates, then Imperials then PIRATES again before finally stealing one of the pirate shuttle ships before escaping with them hot on his and Chopper's tail was not the start of a good day. Of course the shuttle they had stolen was only half repaired from whatever skirmish the pirates had bought it into. That was seriously not what Ezra considered a good start of the day.
Nor did his bleeding head from where one of the pirates had pistol whipped him hard count as a good day. He might have a concussion, perhaps. Hmm bit hard to tell.
His day only got 'better' when he miscalculated the hyperdrive and ended up in a screaming track, going straight towards a planet he wasn't quite sure what was called. "Chopper! Tell me you got a message of to Hera or got the damn communication relay fixed!" He yelled, trying to smooth the trajectory they were forced into thanks to the gravitation of the planet.
There was loud warbling and then Hera's frantic tones rung through the shuttle. "-ra! Ezra can you hear me! Chopper!?"
"Hera! Boy am I glad to hear you!" He laughed shakily before slamming down on a button, cursing as the dashboard just sparked at him, he was sure he had been zapped several times already by the damn thing. "I'm in a bit of a pickle here and I could REALLY use the Ghost to come pick me and Chop up."
"Ezra where are you? You haven't reported in for eleven hours!"
"In a shuttle that's going to crash on a planet that looks very cold from what I can t-ack! And this shuttle isn't in the best of states. Chopper! The steering isn't functioning properly anymore!" Ezra pulled on the controller, ignoring how it was zapping his hands.
"Ezra send us your coordinates." Kanan's voice was on the coms, forcibly calm as they listened to Ezra's cursing and the sparking of electronic equipment.
"Chopper! You heard him, send it, I can-shit! This shuttle is going DOWN. I didn't wanna die like this!" Ezra yelped.
"Ezra you're not going to die! Hera?"
"I...I got them! They're on...they're in the system two clicks over, plummeting towards Na'cto? Ezra! How did you two get there?"
Ezra couldn't answer that though, not when all power in the shuttle abandoned the steering and motor and they dropped like a stone towards the ground. "We're going DOWN!"
He barely had time to throw himself out of the chair and at Chopper, wrapping himself around the droid before Ezra vision bloomed white then faded to black.
()()()()
"Ezra? Ezra!?" Hera fiddled with the machinery of the Ghost to try and capture the signal again, frowning in worry before looking sharply up at Kanan, seeing him hold his hand out towards the windows of the Ghost, eyes closed.
"We heard yelling, wha-aum..." Zeb blinked at Kanan, glancing at Hera's anxious face then back at the Jedi as Sabine peered around him at them.
"...He's still alive. Just passed out. His Force signature feels faint though." Kanan looked at Hera. "We need to go now."
"I know, Na'cto is a frozen moon, it will take us six hours to get there though." The Pilot started flipping switches and pushing buttons, holding onto her emotions.
"...What's going on?" Sabine asked cautiously.
"Ezra crashed on a moon two systems over in a failing shuttle. He has Chopper." She said shortly.
Zeb sat down heavily. "Does he have any other supplies?" He asked grimly, knowing better to ask how. Ezra always managed to get himself into problems some way or another, usually they were around to help though but not this time.
"I don't know, he didn't really have time to do anything but to have Chopper send the coordinates as he tried to control the shuttle. As you noticed, it didn't go so well." Hera's lips were pulled thin as Kanan sat down slowly, still reaching out through the Force to assure himself. Last thing they needed was for panic to set in.
"I guess that means we don't know if he was injured?" Sabine asked softly.
"...No but this is Ezra we're talking about. And he just crashed in a shuttle. If he wasn't before, we can assume he is now."
"We could be optimistic? Kids been through tougher scrapes?" Zeb looked hopefully before Sabine gave him a long look, raising her eyebrow but not saying anything.
"...Just trying to ease the worry. He gets into enough trouble as it is." He grumbled and sat back, fingers itching to go hit some bucketheads if only to work out his anxiousness.
()()()()
He came back to loud warbling in his ears and someone poking his shoulders with a thin metal obj-wait...
"Chopper?" He asked quietly, coughing a bit and groaning in pain as he forced his eyes open, feeling a dry stickyness trying to keep his left eye shut as he focused blurry eyes on the bot who gave a whooping noise in relief.
"Wha...oh, its cold..." Ezra shuddered, slowly letting go of the droid as he looked around, his head pounding worse then ever. "...I don't think this thing is going to transmit anymore...I hope Hera and Kanan got the coordinates." He struggled to get up, shaking a bit while wrapping his arm around his tender ribs.
"Should we...leave?" He looked at Chopper who beeped loudly, the dome twirling around as he flailed his arms around.
"Shh, shh, I get it, stay here and wait for the others...its not like its sparking anymore..." Ezra sat slowly down on the floor beside Chopper, dropping his head back against the durasteel walls and taking a slow breath, trying to figure out what hurt.
Only to be interrupted by Chopper beeping at him.
"Oi, hey, Chopper, I already have a headache, don't do that right next to my ear." Ezra groaned, looking at the astromech.
Chopper warbled at him in binary.
"...I shouldn't close my eyes?"
Another warbling string of words.
"...I guess...its kind of hard to keep my eyes open though Chopper. I don't intend to fall asleep." Ezra rubbed his face a bit, grimacing as both sticky and dried blood came away to coat his glove.
"...Guess you have a point." He wrapped his arms around himself, shivering a bit as Chopper leaned against him. "Heh, sorry to say but you aren't exactly warm...appreciate the sentiment though Chopper." He smiled a bit. "Now if you were hairy like Zeb, it might workout...but then you'd smell. So its a win-lose situation anyhow."
There was a warbling noise like laughter then Chopper started rolling around, poking around until he came away with a emergency thermal blanket.
"Huh, now that would work a bit." He accepted it from Chopper's thin mechanical arms and carefully wrapped it around himself but still leaned against the other when he settled against Ezra's side, the teen's breath fogging the air in front of him.
There was a warbled noise.
"...No Chopper, I don't want to play I spy. There's not really a lot to spy in here."
The mech warbled again.
"...Yeah, alright, I can play 20 questions. You start."
Author note: Still making my way through star wars episodes, but I'm closing in on the next season haha. I got a few ideas by now