Thanks everyone! I do plan on making this story well beyond 40K words. Granted, it might take a while since my longest chapters aren't any longer than 2K words… Seriously though, I haven't had the chance to finish up ch.2 since I uploaded the story. I had half of it done, then I couldn't touch it. I'm actually writing this one in my Abuela's (Grandmother) hospital room. She's got quite a few problems, a few of which could be fatal is she ever let herself go. But none of these are a problem is she keeps up, it's not cancer or diabetes Thank God, and she usually comes to the hospital around this time. This year, she came a little early as to not have to come when her condition becomes do or die, so she won't have to stay nearly as long. With that being said, I have two hours of ahead of me to get out Ch. 3, so without ado!

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"Ezra, for the last time, hear me out!"

"What's it matter? I'm taking off anyway."

She grabbed his arm, and sat him down. Damn, I'm going to really need to get to this kid. She took off her helmet, knowing Ezra could never keep eye contact.

"We need you here. We want you here. You're a part of the crew now, and we could never replace you."

Ezra was having a bit of a harder time standing his ground with her now that the damned helmet was off her. Crap! She's beautiful.

"Sabine, I heard what you said with Hera. Even if you guys don't want me to leave, someone here does. And stop giving me that look! I did the whole cute street rat bit when I was a kid and never got anything for it, so you can see how effective a pretty face is going to be against me now. It doesn't take a jedi to ignore someone's looks.

Sabine managed to blush a bit, even though she fully knew she was going to be trying to use her looks on him. For his sake I hope he doesn't become a jedi, with the feelings he spews he might just tell his enemies his worst fears.

"Ezra, can I come in?" They both heard from the corridor.

"Sure, come on in. Nothing is going on, not at all." Ezra said, staring Sabine down, who found that she couldn't hold her gaze as easily without her helmet.

"Ezra, listen, the Empire has started wiping out a town, demanding that we show ourselves. It's obviously a trap but- ."

"Let's get going then!" Ezra said a little more enthusiastic than he had been in a while.

"I thought so." Kanan said with a grin.

"Come on you guys, the meeting room for all of you."

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"Alright, you all know your jobs. Sabine, there's been a last minute change, you're with Ezra."

"Let's get going then." Sabine said as she donned her helmet.

"Take care you guys!" Ezra said as he quickly dashed around a corner. "And, uh, may the force be with you." He said rather embarrassed that Kanan had asked him to do so.

"Ha! I told you. He would say it. He'll make a proud padawan after all!" Kanan taunted Hera privately.

"Tch, whatever. This just proves to me that the Force isn't fair like Karma. What did that poor kid do to have to have you train him." She said with a smile as she got into her chair.

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"Sabine, hurry up with those. I haven't heard from Kanan yet!"

"You can't rush art, Ezra." Sabine said, finishing off her rather hastily made mural on the side of the factory wall.

"That's the last one, right?!" Ezra called out rather worriedly from the front of the Factory.

"Yeah, why?"

"Cause there's a whole battalion coming this way!" Ezra said, running to the back of the factory with the Artsy Mandalorion.

"Really?! How many?" She said as he duck his head under a crate once he was done vaulting over it.

"I counted at least 50!" He said without bothering to hide the panic in his voice.

"Crap, we can't blow this thing with that many this close! We'll never get away. Why is there so many anyway? No one saw any strange activity when we scouted it out!"
"I don't know! Hang out, I'll try asking everyone else. Ezra said as realized he forgot all their codenames and just talked into the communicator.

"Are you guys there?"

"Ezra, Ezra?! Is that you?"

"What are you doing? Why are you using my name?!" Ezra said as Sabine took the role of lookout.

"I'm in a bar, say hi Hera. Don't bother going to look at art with Sabine. It's too hot outside. Seriously, it's too hot."

"We see that Kanan! What are all these clones looking for?"

"Oh yeah, I heard about the guy all those Imperials are looking for. Yeah, it's crazy man! Apparently, they're looking for a man for impersonating a soldier. Say his name is Rex."

"Well, we're gonna have to blow this thing later then, seeing as we can't wash this stuff off, and I don't think we'll have the time either."

"Yeah! We can totally hang out later! We'll get wasted! See ya later Bro!"

"What did he say?" Sabine asked, more panic creeping into her face.

"He's hiding out in some bar with everyone else. They saw a huge number of clones too and called it off. Said that there's a man hunt going on."

"Ok, we'll keep our heads down and pray the stormtroopers just pass us. Just in case though, take this." Sabine said as she lifted off the corner of a crate full of blasters.

"How did you?"

"What you call the force, I call the experience of someone who knows what they're doing." Sabine said with what Ezra assumed was a huge smirk underneath that helmet.

"Either way, I'm not killing anyone. We won't need to."

"Ezra, I'm hoping for the same thing. But it's better to be prepared than to be sorry."

"For, you. . . guys, I'll do near anything. But it doesn't look like I need to bother though!" The con-artist turned Padawan said with a smirk as he lifted the blaster up and clicked the safety on in front of Sabine.

"Well there you go, now you get ove- ."

The sketchy artist was cut off as a man shoved the door open and took off behind the closest of the crates.

They heard a barrage of people charging, presumably stormtroopers. And then a booming voice seemed to demand their total attention.

"Rex! We know you're confused and scared, but it promise you, it's alright. It's me, Cody. I'm coming in alone, please don't shoot me."

"Who's that?" Ezra whispered to Sabine, not daring to peek his head out.

"I don't know." Sabrine said, also taking cover.

Ezra just slightly peaked around to see this Rex guy slumped against the crate. He didn't seem to be hurt anyway, wearing some rags that Ezra would often have seen himself in if things hadn't been going good for him for a while scavenge-wise. He heard the door shudder open, fully expecting a stoic soldier like Agent Kallus. Instead, he saw an old grizzled man walk in. The man could hardly walk, relying heavily on a cane. Ezra was surprised that the old man was fit to be in the Empire, when he noticed his eyes. Cold and calculating, Ezra instantly knew that this man was as mentally sharp as a tack.

"Keep your head down!" Sabine said as she pulled Ezra down, back into cover.

"Shhhhh! I think the old one is saying something."

"Krif! You look exactly like. . . him."

"Who are you?!" The man in tatters said, clutching his head in apparent pain.

"You don't recognize me? It's me, Cody." The man in tatters didn't seem to know him.

You don't , do you? I guess that's for the best, it'd make this a million times harder. Sorry brother." The old man said as he surprisingly quickly whipped out a pistol, but the man in tatters reacted faster than expected and lunged at the old man. He shot off a shot before he fell.

Sabine and Ezra both fell over when explosions rocked the factory.

"Put your hands up!" A random buckethead said from behind them.

Ezra eyed the detonator in Sabine's hands. He quickly looked up at her to make eye contact, DO IT, was the gist of it.

They both dove to the floor as the foundation of the building crumpled on top of them.

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WOW! Got a lot of reviews today as I write this telling me to hurry up. Lol, I'll make sure to keep these coming guys. To the guest who guessed who our mystery character is, and also pointed out what I also saw as a major plot flaw when I thought out the story. I actually checked to see when Star Wars Rebels took place, so it's not too Non-canon. Anyways, thanks to all who followed, Yes deathgoddess, I will also throw in subtle hints of romance between Hera and Kanan, just to be a tease, and To classic cowboy, I'm glad to know that I'm not the only one who has no infinitive idea where this story is going. Next person to explain Rex's predicament, send your answer with a number if you're a guest for another shoutout!