Star Wars One-Shots

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The ship jumps as it kicks into hyperspace. They let out a collective gasp as they leave the firefight. Imperial ships had come out of nowhere with guns blazing. For a few seconds there, Hera was worried that she wouldn't be able to make it past their intense blockade.

But with her crew, she should have known they would have made it out in one piece safe and sound.

She turns around in her chair, looking at the group. "Good job, team. If we wouldn't have worked together, I think I would have had to surrender." She teases with a smile.

"You wouldn't surrender. You'd let us get blasted into pieces." Zeb counters, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Would you rather be taken prisoner?" Sabine asks, tilting her head back to look at the Last.

Zeb grumbles then chuckles. "No. I guess I'd rather be a bunch of bits."

He and Chopper then both exit the cockpit, heading to their respective rooms. Once the doors zip shut, Ezra immediately pounces to grab the back of Kanan's headrest. "That was so cool how you pulled the ship towards us. When did you learn that?" He eagerly asks.

"It was a long time ago." Kanan briefly smiles before turning back around in his seat.

"Like 'in the Order' a long time ago?" Ezra cautiously asks.

Hera and Sabine both stiffen, their eyes quickly glancing to watch Kanan's reaction. Kanan doesn't talk about his past. Anything involving the Order or the Temple is almost forbidden around him.

"Yeah." Kanan eventually answers, his voice tight.

Ezra falls back into his seat, looking down at his hands. "I wish I could have seen it." He says. "It must have been so cool having so many Jedi Masters around. You probably learned so much."

The air begins to tense up, no one having any idea what to say. Though Hera has always heard stories about the Jedi, she herself hardly knows anything about the Order or how it was to grow up there. She doesn't feel that she has room to speak about the Jedi. Sabine, knowing even less than Hera, also feels uncomfortable commenting.

"Ezra, follow me," Kanan says, suddenly rising from his seat. He flicks the boy's head, making him jump up and follow.

Hera turns to look at Kanan. She's afraid she'll see pain in his eyes. Instead, he sends her a wink and closes the door behind himself.

As soon as it shuts, Sabine jumps up to Hera's side. "What's going on? Is Kanan going to hurt Ezra?" She asks. She would hate for something to happen to the boy, considering he doesn't quite know when to stop.

"He'll be fine, Sabine." Hera comforts with a smile.

"But Kanan never talks about his past."

"Do you?"

"Well, no. But I'm not an adult. When adults hide their past, it's usually because it's something bad."

"I'm sure it'll be alright."

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Ezra quickly follows behind Kanan, eager to know what's happening. Everytime he's asked about growing up in the Temple or what it was like to be a Jedi, Kanan typically gave out clipped responses. Now, maybe he'll get a better picture of what it was like.

"Sit," Kanan says, gesturing to his bed. Quickly, Ezra hops up beside him, his eyes looking at the blue holocron. Kanan holds back a smile, feeling how excited Ezra is through the Force to hear anything about Order or look at its artifacts.

"Can I hold it?" He asks, reaching out for the Holocron.

"Hey, hey. Slow your roll." Kanan scolds, holding the device away from the kid. "I haven't even got to explain to you why this is important to me."