Chapter 5: Alderaan

Ezra: Hey Dragon! I brought Kanan here on my day off. How'd your fight with Chiibe go?

Me: You should know, you were there!

Ezra: Oh yeah! Congratulations on defeating me and Chiibe.

Me: Thanks Ez.

Ezra: No problem.

Kanan: You fought well, both of you.

Me: Thank you Kanan.

Kanan: So, your rebel name is Dragon, but what's your real name?

Me: Aristala. But you can call me Aris.

Kanan: Well, nice to meet you Aris. *extends hand*

Me: *shakes it* You too. So, Ezra, you excited for round two with Chiibe?

Ezra: Yep! If I can beat her, she has to show me a few tricks.

Me: What if she beats you?

Ezra: I have to teach her how to do that thing where I trip my opponent.

Me: Cool!

Okay readers, so I saw a Hondo and Ezra clip where they get caught by Azmorgon, and Ezra uses that same move where he sweeps a guy's legs out from under him. IT'S CANON! Also, Hondo is awesome. Just saying. I am so excited. The Lost Commanders airs on the fourteenth!

Disclaimer: Dragon doesn't own anything!

Me: Wow. He ACTUALLY did his job right for once.

Disclaimer: Yep!

Announcer Voice: Previously, on Blasted:

"Hey, look at me," he said. Ezra looked up. "You okay?"

"I'm fine," his student lied.

"You nervous?"

Ezra frowned and once again began to chew on his lower lip. He opened his mouth to answer, but shut it and nodded instead.

"Well, don't be. I won't let anything happen to you, ya hear?" he said firmly.

Ezra smiled. "Thank you master, for everything," he murmured. The boy surprised himself with a yawn.

"Now try and get some sleep. You really need it," the older man ordered.

The teen nodded and relaxed, falling asleep only moments later.

Announcer Voice: This time, on Blasted:

There was a ringing sound that echoed through the living room.

"Father! There's an incoming transmission from Commander Sato!" the fifteen year old girl called.

"Coming!" Organa shouted.

He jogged in from where he had been doing paperwork, answering the call.

"Hello, Senator. We come with bad news," Hera said.

"What kind of bad news?" he asked.

"We have a severely wounded crew member. During our mission to Naboo, Ezra was shot twice, and I believe there may be nerve damage. I ask your permission to dock the command ship on Alderaan so that he may be transferred to the medical facility," she replied.

"Granted," he said.

"Thank you Senator. I wish you and Leia well," the Twi'lek said gratefully.

Nearly twenty minutes later, Hera was standing in the lobby of the massive place. It was a shame it was hardly ever used to its full potential. Not that she wanted people to be hurt, but with Alderaan being a peaceful planet, the worst the facility saw was cuts that needed stitching and the occasional kid with a broken bone who decided it was a good idea to jump from a high place. But the medics here were well trained, and they knew how to handle things like this much better than she did. The clerk was surprised when he learned what she was after.

"Ma'am, I mean no disrespect, but it doesn't seem like you have that many credits," he said apologetically.

"I don't care how much it costs. This is a member of my crew, my family we're talking about," she answered determinedly.

"I understand that. But this is also thousands of credits we're talking about," he told her.

She opted for the intimidation route. "I'm sure Senator Organa can cover your price," she said with a menacing glare.

The young man paled. Organa could have him fired in an instant, and he had a wife and two kids to feed.

"Very well miss. Bring him in," he instructed.

Hera smile. She knew that would work.

Later

Kanan was pacing back and forth, once again chewing on his nails. They'd been waiting for hours. The crew had been warned that the procedure could take until ten that morning, if they were lucky. If they weren't, it could take until later that evening. He didn't know much about medical procedures, but he knew that like the human heart, the nervous system was a fragile thing. On slip up, one wrong move, you were either dead, or completely paralyzed. Though Ezra ran no risk of complete paralysis, the nerves in the arm were still hard to work with, as tiny as they were. As if that weren't enough, before they could fix the nerve, they had to find the nerve.

"Kanan, love, sit down before you burn a hole through the floor," a voice said comfortingly.

He turned to see Hera standing behind him. He sighed and let her drag him to a seat. Zeb was sitting several seats away, twiddling his thumbs. The Lasat wasn't one to express worry, but Karabast, this was his brother. Sabine held a datapad and a stylus. He remembered a few months ago, Ezra had shown her an application on the little device where she could draw and paint with her finger or the stylus she held now. He saw her make a displeased face and make a scribbling motion with it. Had she messed up? Sabine never messed up her art. No matter how she did it, with spray paint or electronically, Sabine never messed up. She was just as worried as the rest of them. He could see her hands shaking. Ahsoka stood in one of the far corners of the room talking to Senator Organa and his daughter Leia, who couldn't have been much younger than Ezra. There was something about her that he soon recognized as the same thing he had felt that fateful day on Lothal. The Force? He shrugged it off. It didn't matter right now. What really surprised him was that she, too, wore a look of worry on her face. They all did. This girl had never met Ezra, let alone spoken to him. This girl had a heart of gold that was for sure. Even Chopper was there, wheeling around in circles. Kanan could have sworn the little droid had blown a circuit when he'd found out what happened. It wasn't often the astromech showed worry for the boy. Usually he spent his days shocking him or pulling pranks on the teen. Sure there were some moments when it occurred to the droid 'Hey, things are getting serious', but Kanan had never seen him like this. He sat down next to Hera, letting his head fall back against the wall. Before he could stop himself, he found that his eyes were closing and sleep dragged him into darkness.

Kanan's eyelids fluttered before opening, and he was almost blinded by the brightness of the morning sun. Or at least he thought it was morning, until he saw how high the sun was in the sky. It had to be at least noon by now. He suddenly realized that his head was no longer against the wall. Instead, it was resting against Hera's. The Twi'lek was sound asleep. He carefully sat up and looked around. Sabine was curled up in her seat, having fallen asleep too. But Zeb and Chopper were gone. He laid Hera down and stood up, careful not to wake her. He walked towards the doors to the halls. He stopped short as he noticed that Sabine's datapad was still on. He smiled as he saw her nearly finished painting. It showed Ezra standing tall in a field, most likely on Lothal, his painted cadet helmet held secure under his arm. His lightsaber hung off his belt. Behind him in the sky was the Ghost. The artwork was incredibly detailed, right down to the Lothcat ears peeking out of the grass in the background. He continued on his way.

"Chopper? Zeb?" he called softly, trying not to wake the girls.

Chopper wheeled down the hall to meet him.

"Where've you been?" he asked the droid.

The astromech grumbled and beeped.

"Watching Zeb?" the Jedi asked.

Chopper motioned for him to follow. The two made their way to the front doors that led out of the facility. Kanan stepped outside…

Where he was nearly nailed in the face by a bright purple ball of electricity.

A/N

Okay guys, don't yell at me cuz there's not actually a facility on Alderaan. I KNOW that!

Announcer Voice: Next time, on Blasted:

He was snapped out of his thoughts when Kanan took a flying leap over his head and swung his lightsaber at him. The former guard barely had time to stop a slash to his back.

He took another swipe at Kanan, who ducked, kicking his legs out from under him, leveling the blade at Zeb's throat.

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