Sorry if it's a little short guys, I've had a lot on my mind lately. I hope you enjoy the chapter! :D

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Sabine's POV

I sprinted through the metal halls, my footsteps echoing eerily. It was quiet. Too quiet. "Hanger on the next left," I thought as I readied my pistols for any storm troopers. Bolting around the corner, I ran into something… and more specifically, someone. I stumbled backwards and aimed my guns, realising just in time that it wasn't a storm trooper. It was a man with brown hair pulled into a tight pony tail and a set of teal green eyes. Wearing grey pants and a green shirt, he was also equipped with a blaster in his hand.

His eyes widened when realisation hit him. "You!"

That's when I remembered him from the market, when I hijacked their cargo. "Where's Ezra?!" he growled, a large, muscular Lasat barrelling up beside him. His green eyes widened as he cracked his knuckles. "If it isn't the little thief!" he grumbled, imposingly stepping forward.

I took a step back, my muscles tense and blasters still raised. "Hey, fair game," I defended. "And Ezra went off through the destroyer. He told me to come find you guys."

"He what?!" the human male exclaimed irritably.

"Did he tell you why?" the Lasat asked, his expression softening.

"No, he just said he needed to do something… that he'd meet us here after he did whatever," I clarified.

"So," the Lasat continued. "Why would Ezra want to help you?"

I glared at him, slightly offended. "I didn't need his help, but I was willing to accept it," I replied.

"Really?" he asked, raising a brow.

"Yes. I could escape here even without your help," I snapped, folding my arms confidently.

"Be my guest," he smirked. "No one said we wanted to help you."

"Ezra did," I said calmly. "And if sarcasm could kill, he'd have destroyed the entire Empire by now."

Surprisingly, the beast chuckled. "I like this one Kanan. Can we keep it?" he laughed jokingly.

Letting the 'it' comment slide, I turned my attention to the now identified 'Kanan'. The man's face looked a mixture of frustration and concern, looking through the halls for any sign of Ezra. "I'm sure he's fine Kanan," the Lasat said encouragingly.

"He better be," Kanan muttered. "Or I'll-"

"Ground me till I'm 40?" a voice taunted. I looked up to see one of the vent covers off and a familiar face watching us with a mischievous smirk.

Kanan sighed in relief, but it was shortly lived. Just as Ezra jumped out of the vent, a squad of troopers bolted towards us. "Go!" Kanan yelled, Ezra grabbing my wrist and dragging me into the hanger where a large, gem-shaped ship waited for us. We approached the craft, a female Twi'lek waiting at the bottom. When she saw us coming, she disappeared inside.

Blaster fire and loud footsteps could be heard in the background as the others ran behind us. I twisted on my heel when we made it to the bottom of the ramp, shrugging away Ezra's pull. I snatched two bombs off my belt and yelled "Take cover!" When the two males saw what was in my palms, they immediately scrambled past me and into the ship. Throwing the two spheres, they rolled towards the oncoming squad.

BOOM! BOOM!

And there it was. A beautiful explosion of orange and purple, the imperials covered in thick, sticky paint. "Now that's a master piece," I laughed, running up the ramp and into the cargo hold. The ramp sealed shut behind me as I took in the situation. The Lasat was leaning against a wall of crates casually as Kanan fussed over Ezra. He was checking his arms and hands, and finally his face, despite the boy's attempts of protest.

"I'm fine, really," Ezra whined, wincing when the older man touched the burns on his face. "It's just a few scratches, nothing too serious."

"Did they hurt you in any way?" Kanan asked sternly, ignoring Ezra's claims.

"The Empire? No," he answered. "Like I said, it's nothing too serious."

Kanan sighed, his muscles loosening. Then, he smacked the blue haired boy up the back of the head. "Ow!" Ezra yelped.

"What were you thinking?!" Kanan finally exploded. "I told you to go to the rendezvous! I told you not to go after the crates! You could have died!" His face was twisted with a certain type of anger. One where you weren't really mad, but you had to channel your frustration to the closest person as soon as possible. Kanan was about to continue, but Ezra beat him to it. "Can you rant at me after I give you the data disc with the whereabouts of the slave wookies we've been looking for?" he asked smugly, holding up a data chip.

Kanan stared at it wide eyed, his former anger disappearing instantly. He very slowly took it from the younger male's grasp. "Is this what you were getting, back there in the star destroyer?" he asked, a hint of awe in his voice.

"You're welcome," Ezra smiled proudly.

Kanan's expression had softened as he stared at Ezra carefully. "Ezra… I-" he trailed off. Ezra had gone from jokingly playful to dead serious. "Kanan?" he asked quietly, his electric blue eyes watching the older man expectantly. It was if something was being exchanged between the two that I couldn't see. Kanan raised his hand, as if about to pull him into a hug, before hesitating. He visibly flinched and let his arm drop to his side. "Good job," he finished, hastily climbing up the ladder.

An awkward silence fell upon us as Ezra stared blankly at where Kanan once was. I walked over slowly and cautiously. "So," I said, trying to lighten the mood. "Forgive me if I don't see the resemblance, but are you two father and son?"

"No," he said, snapping out of a trance. "Kinda... maybe…. No!" he stuttered nervously. "It's…. complicated," he finished, sighing dramatically.

I nodded slowly. "Oh, I see."

"So, who's ya new friend?" the Lasat stepped in, trying to break the uneasy tension.

"Oh, right," Ezra smiled. "Sabine, this is Zeb. Zeb, Sabine."

I nodded in recognition, leaning against the wall. "How did you do that back there?" Ezra asked. "I mean… how did you get grenades!?"

I smirked, patting my belt where all the ammunition lay. "I have my ways."

Ezra grinned. "You know, we could use your help with our next mission."

I raised a brow. "And that would be?"

"Well, based off the information I copied, we're going to break out some Wookie prisoners!" he laughed.

I folded my arms and considered it for a moment. "What's in it for me?"

"Do you really need a reason to mess with the Empire?' he smiled mischievously.

After a small moment of silence, I let out a small chuckle. "Nope. I'm in."

Hey guys! Guess what! It's that time of year again! Yep. I'm heading off for my camp in two days so don't expect any updates for at least 6 days. I'll update one more thing tomorrow, and then that's it for about a week, so I hope you enjoyed this chapter! (It'll be a while till the next one! XD)

Also, I've decided to split the 'Sabine joining the crew' thing into four chapters, if you're cool with that. It's just a lot to fit in. I hope you enjoyed and tell me what you thought about the chapter! If you have any ideas for what the full 6 membered Ghost crew will get up to, tell me in the reviews! I'd love to hear your ideas! May the force be with you, always!

-Superherotiger