A rebellion Reborn

Chapter 4 The Heist part 2

Hello everyone, Naintarlow checking in.

This is the next chapter, and we are finally closing the 'prologue' part of the story. The heist starts for real, Ezra's admittedly reckless plan ready to take the Empire by shock, while in the past, the start of an ominous mission that will change anything.

The next chapter will be the end of the heist, a little setting up with the past and after that I will switch to staying in either or a present for a longer time, whole chapter, or probably multiple to be able to give both sides of the story the needed depth.

Thank you everyone for the support, hope you enjoy the continued journeys of one Ezra Bridger.

"What is this piece of junk?" Ezra found himself blurting it out as he caught sight of the ship they were supposed to get into.

Well, saying it was a ship might have been a bit generous. At first glance he almost mistook it for a rusty, old container if not for the windows on the front, the large main wind on its side and the second one folded under it. It was old, with rust and various damages, like barely healed wounds filled almost the entire surface that he could see.

A group of engineers were doing their best to breathe life into the ship that was easily twice as old as the Jedi Padawan currently gawking at it and they seemed to be making headway, though privately he doubted it would do any good. The freighter looked like it wouldn't even exit the atmosphere, and did he see it right and the second wing wasn't even properly attached?

"Rude." Sabine commented with a slight grin as she elbowed him none too gently, causing him to groan and almost drop the small sack that he had on him.

Her armor's color palette changed slightly in the last few weeks. It was still full of color but instead of the bright colors she preferred before, they were more muted. Burnt orange, pale blue and green parts covered the otherwise dull grey armor and they perfectly conveyed her current emotional state. She was obviously hurting, feeling lost but after everything they went through together, she hasn't broken yet, she still stood tall and did her best, while she expressed herself in her usual fashion. Because that's what she was, a fighter and artist to the end.

They lost most of their belongings with the Ghost but thankfully not everything was lost. Ezra still had his lightsaber, the picture of his family and for some odd reason Kanan's holocron. He didn't even remember having it on him, or his master giving it to him but he was thankful for it, it was a nice reminder of how he started his journey with the Ghost.

Sabine had it a little rougher than him in that sense since most of her explosives, painting supplies and art were aboard their ship but she was getting by with what she had. She still had her armor and blasters, and the rebellion was ready to arm her with as much explosives as needed. Her art supplies would be slower coming back, since it wasn't really important right now, despite how many faces Sabine was threatening to break.

Various pilots, mechanics and other personnel were running around him, preparing a fighter squadron to escort them on part of the way, as a precaution. He didn't have to like it, but Sato was adamant on that and not even Ahsoka was able to make him reconsider.

It made sense in a way, no matter how much Ezra hated to think about it. The rebellion lost one of their Jedi, a great general and one of their best ships among other things on a routine mission of all things. Now, the last two remaining Jedi, despite how much Ahsoka protested in being called that, were about to take a secret mission that they can't exactly tell other people about, based on nothing more than superstitions and feelings.