On a distant Imperial outpost, stormtroopers were patrolling just outside keeping an eye out for any rebel activity.
But just outside underneath the catwalk, rebels Sabine and Zeb swing their way to the door. The two stormtroopers patrol the door as the rebels were right under them.
Sabine reaches up, grabs the trooper by the ankle, and pulls him right off the catwalk. This alerts the second trooper as he went to check it out. "Hey." a voice calls out from behind, startling him.
The trooper turns, only to meet a fist in his face. Then suddenly thrown off the catwalk.
Zeb and Sabine pull themselves up and look at their fellow rebel, a young adult new and improved, Ezra Bridger who looked no older than 16.
Zeb ran to his little brother, "Gotta hand it to you, kid. This was a pretty good plan. You've been on a roll." Zeb congratulates him. Ezra smirks as he steps out of the shadows. "Hey! I'm just getting started, buddy." he proudly states.
His hair was cut and combed back, looking more mature. "Now, come on. Let's move," he said, looking over his shoulder at him. They quickly move out of the way of the spotlight.
Ezra slides to the edge, hanging from the side, Sabine and Zeb hid behind the wall, sinking further in as the spotlight passes them. Once in the clear, Ezra pulls himself back up as Sabine and Zeb step out of hiding.
"OK, Chopper. Jump." Ezra said into the wrist-comm, the veteran Astero mech, keeps over the ledge, looking out at the platform with the Imperial walker. He immediately grunts, stepping back. "No rocket. It's too loud. Now jump!" Ezra orders him.
Grunting anger to himself, Chopper prepares himself and then leaps right off the edge. Squealing at the top of his metal lungs, flinging his little metal arms.
The catwalk was approaching as was the spotlight, Ezra shot his hand out, immediately stopping Chopper in the air, right above the spotlight. He flaps his little metal arms watching the spotlight move away.
Once it was safe, Ezra immediately let's go, Chopper screams as he fell, luckily Zeb manages to run up and catches him. "Chop, get this door open. Hurry." Ezra orders him.
Zeb sets the droid down as he grunts furiously, flaring his arms with frustration, and rolls to the door, "You're welcome." Zeb whispers at the droid.
Chopper plugs in and began to hack away. The doors opened without a problem and the rebels ran into the detention cell, their droid right behind them.
They swiftly move through the base, passing the patrols, and heading towards the bridge. "6609. this is it. Sabine, you're up." Ezra calls out as he stops in front of a cell. She turns to the control counsel, sighing to herself. "I still can't believe we're here to break this guy out of prison." she points out.
Looking to Ezra, "Trust me, we need the information he has." he assures her, and Zeb just crosses his arms. "You heard the boss. Open the door," he tells her. "Don't encourage him." she shot at him, hacking into the mainframe.
"He is in here because of us." Ezra reminds her, Sabine just scoffs. "Keep telling yourself that, Ezra," she said sarcastically. The door opens and Ezra looks into the cell. Down at the prisoner, they peek inside, down at the Ugnaught as she snaps in his native tongue.
They were just confused, "Who's the pig?" Zeb asks aloud. But the second prisoner steps out, shoving the Ugnaught back. "Purple guy, Mando girl, and Ezra Bridger." Hanzo Anoka said with amazement. "My, look how you have grown," he said in awe.
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Star Wars Rebels 3
FanfictionSix whole months have passed since the Battle of Malachor. Ahsoka and Orion gone. Leo and Mako vanished into thin air. And Kanan, blinded by Maul's blade. The Ghost crew must mend bonds, as the Empire has gained a most useful ally in the fight again...