The Ghost and Arrow flew down to Algrim on the usual supply run. It set down the surface. The ramp opens and out steps Rex, Kanan, Ezra, Zeb, Chopper, and Mako.
The rest of the crew as the arrow lands next to them. "You're sure you don't need help?" Hera asks them, Kanan just turns to his shoulder, to her. "I'm sure everything will go horribly wrong," he informs her.
Mako kept walking towards the abandoned station, Rex watches her walk ahead, feeling that she was distancing herself "We'll be fine. We got a Clone Wars veteran with us." Ezra assures her as he looks at Rex
"Ready, Captain?" Kanan asks, Rex blinks for a moment then looks at him, "Yes, sir. Uh, General. Kanan." the old clone stutters as he places his helm on. "Spectre-6, get ready for take-off," Hera said over her comm.
It was quiet for a moment, "Acknowledge, Spectre-2. Waiting for you." he answers. Leto chirps as he jumps on Hera's shoulder. Hera smiles, scratching his head as she and Sabine turn back to the ship as the boys step off the ramp and headed towards the station.
The Ghost and Arrow lifted off and headed towards space. "There was a battle here during the Clone War. This old transport's the perfect place to find weapons, ammo, maybe even some proton bombs." Rex informs them.
Ezra stops and puts out a severed droid's head. "Hey, was this a Separatist battle droid?" he asks, standing from the ground. "Oh, yeah. Little pieces of one anyway. This place used to be crawling with 'em. We called 'em clankers." Rex informs them.
"Clankers. I like that." Zeb said as he shot a smirk at Ezra, then looks back at the clone. "How many of these things do you think you blasted?" he asks him.
Mako kept flicking her eyes at the station, knowing better than to lower her guard. "I don't know. Thousands. Probably tens of thousands. Never kept count like some of the boys." Rex answers.
Ezra just looks down at the head in his hand, "They don't look very dangerous." he said, tossing the head over his shoulder. But Rex stops and turns to him. "Listen, those droids wiped out a lot of Republic troopers. Many of them were my friends." he shot at him, turning away.
"Rex has been through a lot. Battles leave scars, some you can't see." Kanan informs them as they followed the old clone captain. "Mako, don't wander off too far," Rex calls out.
She just looks over her shoulder for a moment and turns back to the station, Ezra looks at Mako and frowns to herself. "You still haven't talked to her?" Zeb asks him, Ezra just shrugs "I don't know what to say and when I try, she avoids me." he states, Kanan turns his head to his shoulder.
"I don't know why, but she keeps distancing herself," he states, Kanan falls back and walks with them. "I know how you feel," he spoke, making Ezra look at him. "I've been trying to talk to her too, but her fear is strong. So we have to give her space," he informs him.
"But she has six months worth of space." Ezra points out, Kanan places his hand on his shoulder, "Maybe, but still. She's in pain, Ezra and it will take time for her to open up to us again. Be patience." he tells him.
Ezra frowns as he flicks his eyes back, she stops in the station, Rex right behind her as the others step into the station. They came behind a crate and Rex stops them. "Hold up. Let me recon first," he informs them ran ahead.
Mako jumps onto the crate and watches. Rex scans through the station, trying to be found supplies for the Rebellion.
Until he found an open storage room where the supplies were stored. "Well, look at that. We hit pay dirt. The munitions deport is fully loaded." he calls out as the others join him.
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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...