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Ezra left the room that was currently his only one, since Zeb seemed to be sleeping somewhere else (most likely Kanan's cabin), having already changed into his new clothes, that is, in his usual colors: orange pants and orange overalls (which were intact, not torn) he said to himself, but that didn't stop him from flinching.) Now he was heading for the kitchen, hoping for something to eat.
When he entered the kitchen, he saw Hera washing a cup. She immediately turned his head, despite the fact that the guy was trying to be quiet.
"Hey, honey, how are you?" The Twi'lek asked softly', but she didn't approach, remembering the events of the previous time especially keenly.
"I'm fine," Ezra said easily, walking over to the refrigerator.
"Are you going to have breakfast?" Hera asked as she put away her mug.
"Uh, yeah?" the guy replied a little uncertainly.
"You want some cereal?" she suggested. – We've got some nerf-milk left.
"Thank you?" Ezra thanked him but stayed where he was because he wasn't used to being taken care of, so he had no idea what to do.
"You can go to the common room," Hera said, as if reading his thoughts that he didn't know what to do.
Ezra nodded silently and went into the common room, which was still empty. Where are Kanan and Zeb? he thought as he sat down on the couch. He didn't even think about Chopper, because he was sure that Chopper was either busy at Hera's insistence or preparing another prank.
As if in response to his thoughts, Kanan entered the room. His hair was specially combed, but it stuck out a little, like...
"Like Chop electrocuted him again," Ezra snorted, which the older Jedi noticed.
"You're having fun, aren't you?" he grumbled, sitting down on the opposite side of the couch. – This is the second time I've been electrocuted this morning.
The guy just shrugged, not knowing what to say, but he made a mental note to thank Chopper for being the one who had "protected" him yesterday.
"Did you sleep well?" Kanan asked, leaning back on the couch.
"Actually, I want to know, too," the Twi'lek said as she entered the room, dishes in hand.
"Thank you," Ezra said as the dishes were placed in front of him.
Breakfast, as already mentioned, consisted of wheat flakes drenched in nerf milk, which was most common on Lothal, where they mostly bought long-term and synthetic food.
"I know you add chocolate syrup sometimes," the Twi'lek clarified, sitting down between him and Kanan, but keeping a distance between them. – But it ended a couple of days ago.
"Nothing," the young Jedi shrugged, picking up a spoon. "Thank you again.
"Of course," Hera smiled.
After that, Ezra began to eat his cereal quietly, thinking mostly about Sabine's unusually soft and kind nature. Sometimes he could feel the Twi'lek eyes on him, but mostly she was talking quietly to Kanan.
"So how did you sleep?" Hera repeated the question after a while.
"Everything was fine," the guy said without hesitation.
"That's because you were -" Kanan's words were cut short by a Twi'lek nudge in the side'.
Since the question wasn't asked, Ezra continued to eat in silence, but now he was glancing at the couple (the"secret" of their relationship was never a "secret"), who were quietly but furiously discussing something.
After finishing the cereal and picking up the dishes, the guy also got up silently and was about to head to the kitchen to wash the plate. However, he was stopped by an unexpected request.
"Pack a small backpack later," Hera said. – It should have everything you need, but make sure you get a comlink you're always in touch."
"Are we going somewhere?" The guy asked, pausing in the aisle. "Next mission?" When is the briefing?
"We have a mission," the Twi'lek said nervously, looking away. – You're going to Lothal.
- W-what? - the guy choked with indignation, feeling a surge of anger. - W-why?
"We're doing this with the best of intentions," Kanan said as calmly as possible, defending the pilot.
"Just sending me to Lothal?" The young Jedi snarled. – I should also be able to speak my mind!
"Ezra..."
"That's not fair! the guy repeated. – Why can't I participate in the mission?"
"You've been through a traumatic event recently," Kanan said defensively. – And we thought..."
- Just because I was raped doesn't mean that I suddenly stopped being independent! Ezra said angrily.
"You will remain on Lothal during this mission," Hera said firmly, then added as the boy opened his mouth, " This is an order."
The Twi'lek saw the boy's face turn purple with anger, his brows furrowed, and his eyes flickered from her to Kanan and back again. She was counting down the seconds when it would explode. Normally, she wouldn't have allowed anyone else to be treated like this (not to mention the higher-ranking ones), but considering, as Kanan correctly put it, Ezra's recent traumatic event, Hera was prepared to let it pass (but if he starts swearing, then later, when everything is fine, she will definitely give him another lecture.). However, the guy continued to turn purple but remained silent.
A moment later, they heard a sharp metallic cry. She turned her head and saw a damaged metal ladder, in the middle of which two parallel rods had been severed.
Then she looked at Ezra, who was looking slightly awkwardly at the stairs. After a couple of minutes of staring, he held out his hand, concentrating for a moment. A second later, there was another less loud but still sharp metallic creak as he straightened the rods.
When he was done, he gave them an exasperated look that clearly said "I'm still angry" before leaving.
"He's obviously gotten stronger," Kanan muttered under his breath, then looked up at the Twi'lek. "To be honest, I didn't think you'd allow it.
"He's in pain," Hera clarified. – I don't want to make his condition worse. I'm willing to be patient, especially if it pays off later.
"You feel guilty about yesterday," the older Jedi said, putting an arm around the pilot's shoulders.
"Of course," Hera said, as if it were a stupid question. "I scared him, and he was terrified.": "Do you think he'll follow my orders?"
"Given his recent outburst, I'm not sure," Kanan shrugged. " But if he finds out that he's going to be with Sabine, he'll definitely be kinder."
"You said...?" Hera began.
"About his feelings for Sabine?" Kanan continued. – After that one time, this topic has never been raised. However, I already know that his feelings are still there.
"Can you feel it with the force?" Hera asked.
"Not always," the older Jedi replied. " Mostly Ezra keeps his mental shields up so much that his emotions can't be seen. Only occasionally do they slip out. And most often this happens in the presence of a familiar Mandalorian… Why did you ask?"
Hera shrugged, earning a dubious look from Kanan. "I'm serious, I was just asking.
The older Jedi nodded slowly.
They lapsed into silence, each thinking about his own thoughts. Hera thought about Sabine's behavior and Ezra's still-lingering feelings, and Kanan thought about the Twi'lek questions, the smell of Lasat in his room (now he wished he hadn't been sarcastic with Ezra when he'd first joined them. He understood it now.) He closed his eyes to see if the boy's shields were up… And yes, they were raised. He shouldn't have been surprised or upset, but he was.
"Ah, I can't imagine a child sleeping in the top bunk," the aforementioned Lasat groaned as he entered the mess hall. "It's just awful.
"You're a lot bigger than Ezra," Hera reminded him with a snort.
"Oh, right," Zeb nodded to himself, then scratched the back of his head. "Uh... how's the kid?"
"Aside from the fact that he clearly doesn't want to be left idle on Lothal, he's pretty good," Kanan said, frowning slightly again.
"Does he know that Sabine will stay with him?"
"And you're going there, too?" Hera was surprised.
"Well, as his neighbor, I'm fully aware that he's still in love with her," Lasat grumbled. "I especially hated it when he started mumbling... I could barely keep myself from smothering him with a pillow.
"What can you tell me about Sabine?" The Twi'lek asked.
"The last time I saw him flirting, girl gave him a pretty good slap on the back of the head. Oh, I was laughing so hard back then... - Hey, do you want to win the number of credits?
"Oh, no, I don't participate in your sweepstakes..." Hera waved her hand, then got up and went to the pilot's cabin, intending to see how Chopper was doing.
"So, what were you saying about loans..." the older Jedi spoke up.
When Ezra came out of her room, Sabine started cleaning the room after the night (kriff, she would never use that word in the same sentence as her own and his names again). She folded the blanket she'd brought for him and tossed it back on the top bunk.
Now the floor has to be cleaned. Considering that she was wondering what they'd ended up doing that night (ugh!) When she had finished thinking, she first began to clean up the art supplies: brushes, paints, pencils, and spray cans. At first, she put everything together in a measured manner, but gradually began to accelerate, until she simply began to throw everything into the box.
When everything was cleared away, Sabine sighed and sat down on the floor, finally starting clean up. First, she reached out and picked up the first canvas. It showed Chopper himself standing on a mountain of stormtrooper bodies. In his hand was ... the Mandalorian chuckled. He had a lightsaber. The drawing was rough, but accurate. But overall, it was good and fun.
The second canvas was farther away from her, covered with some kind of cloth and leaning against the wall, so she decided to make out the drawings that she could reach first.
At first, she thought it was strange that they painted three albums in one night, but the first two albums turned out to be hers, which for some reason were on the floor and not in her locker. There were three possible outcomes: Ezra got her albums out of the drawer, Chopper got her albums out of the drawer, or she forgot to put them back. The first two options were instantly dismissed: Ezra was too respectful (read afraid) of her and her personal space, and Chop had already been painted in water-resistant pink paint once. So, it means that it was she who forgot to put them away.
She thought briefly that Ezra might have gotten them out of the locker, but he didn't know where her albums were, and she'd also seen for herself that he was still sitting up in bed when she came in.
So, remembering exactly what she had done yesterday, Sabine simply took two of her sketchbooks and put them in the closet... and now all that remained was the sketchbook she had given Ezra specifically.
And here it came into conflict. On the one hand, the album itself was hers, but the drawings in them ("intellectual property!" Ezra would proudly declare) were not hers.
"What the hell is going on with me?!" the Mandalorian groaned inwardly and swore. Previously, she wouldn't have even thought about it, just watched it and that was it. But now... Sabine bit her lip.
For some reason, she couldn't see his drawings without his permission. It was kind of personal. And after the recent events, he didn't need anyone prying into his personal life without an explicit invitation.
So, she just put it down on the lower bunk, and finally made her way to the covered canvas. The girl was already reaching for the cloth, but then suddenly there was a nasty sound of tearing metal, which stopped after a few seconds.
"What the...?" she thought, taking a step towards the door and intending to open it, but then she heard a similar sound, which was only slightly quieter. A few seconds later, there were quick footsteps outside her door, then the sound of doors opening and closing.
There was no doubt in her mind that it was Ezra. "Apparently, the conversation between him and the Hero did not go very well," the mandalorian remarked to herself.
Now it's best not to go near him for the next fifteen minutes, because Ezra hates having anyone around him when he's not in a good mood.
So, she turned back to Chopper's painting. She took off the canvas and...
Sabine cursed under her breath. She needed to find the droid. Right now.
With that thought in mind, she left the room and quickly made her way to the cockpit.
Ezra doesn't know how long he stayed in his room, angry at Kanan and Hera.
"How could they just do this?!" he thought to himself as he lay on the bed and stared at the ceiling. "I have to decide too!"
It infuriated him that "they did what was best." How the hell could they do what was best when he was the only one going through all this? And now they were just suspending him from the mission!
He could feel his anger rising again.
What a beautiful face...
He extended his hand toward his helmets, then closed his fingers. One of the helmets shrank to a lump of metal. He continued to hold his hand, trying to squeeze the lump to the minimum size. When the dimensions stopped changing, Ezra lowered his hand and exhaled. He rested for a few minutes, then raised his head and looked at the shelf. One of his three favorite helmets was compressed to a lump of metal.
Yes, he was a little sorry for the helmet, but nothing. It has let off steam, and a new, better helmet can be found in the future.
Considering that no one has asked for my opinion anyway, and I don't think they will, I might as well prepare a backpack, Ezra thought as he pulled the bag out of one of the sections of the built - in closet.
- Try not to get into any problems! - Kanan asked, watching boy, which descended from the ship with a backpack on his back.
The Ghost was parked at the communications tower where Ezra had once lived. Considering that night was falling, they decided that they would leave them here now to spend the night, and in the morning… Well, they'll decide for themselves there.
- And always stay in touch! - the older Jedi added.
"Yes, yes, of course!" The Mandalorian nodded, still standing on the ship and listening to Kanan's instructions.
"Keep an eye on him," Kanan said more quietly, still scowling at the teenager.
"I'm not leaving him," Sabine said, also glancing in Ezra's direction.
"You and Ezra..." the older Jedi tried to start, but the girl shushed him.
"Don't start, Kanan," the girl moaned. "Otherwise, your lightsaber will be pink."
Kanan glanced at the weapon on his belt, as if afraid it was already turning pink.
"Okay, I'm off," Sabine said as she walked down the ramp. - Good luck on the mission!
"May the Force be with you," Kanan said softly, watching Ezra and the girl.
He pressed a side panel, and then the ramp lifted, and the ship took off into the air.