Rebels Recount (Currently on Specified Hiatus)

Never and Always

Definently after the Empire day fiasco, some time most likely after FATG.

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How do we always get ourselves in these situation? How do we always get ourself in these blasting situations?!

I almost give in to the urge to massage my brow but I'm already busy enought trying to keep these Wampas away from the rest of my crew and our Tauntauns.

Why oh why did I have to pick Hoth as the rendezvous planet to meet with Ahsoka? Now the crew and I are trapped in the middle of a living circle that is slowly getting smaller. It has been for the past hour or two now and our time is running out.

"Uh... master?" Ezra yelled over the cry of the storm.

"Yeah?" I yell back, trying not to allow my frustration to seep into my voice.

"Any ideas?" Ezra asks, his lightsaber casting a blue glow over his face while giving away his postion.

I shake my head, "Nope, you?"

Ezra seems to think for a moment while turning in a circle to make sure none of the Wampas were getting to close to the crew. "Could we turn off our lightsabers so they wouldn't know our position?"

I shook my head even though he couldn't see it, "Nah, these creatures live here. I'm sure that they would still be able to find us."

Even over the storm I heard Ezra sigh, "Okay then. What'd you suppose we do?"

"I guess we should-" I'm cut off when I hear a cry of pain from Hera.

"Hera!" The other three scream as I force push the Wampas away.

"Sabine! Check if she's okay!" I yell.

I barely see Sabine through the storm kneeling down next to Hera and laying a hand on her back.

Sabine looked up, "She unconscious(?), but okay."

I'm about to sigh in relief when another Wampa charges Sabine.

"Saba!" Ezra shrieks, and not in the girly way. He was horrified if his voice was anything to go by, and I don't blame him.

Before I can do anything, Zeb takes off after the beast and jumps on his back. I see more closing in and before long the're swarming us.

"Ezra!" On the count of three. One... two... THREE!

Ezra and I force push at the same time to reveal the two girls and Zeb unconscious(?), Ezra is badly bruised and cleary exhausted and I'm following with similar injuries.

The swarm has backed off but they still have us trapped and I know it's only a matter of time until they attack again.

A small group of Wampas start to walk towards Ezra. Ezra responds by grabbing his lightsaber and re-ignighting it. I rush over to my Padawan and ignite my lightsaber aswell.

Somehow we have managed to position ourselves around our fallen comrades(?) and I am thankful for this.

"Kanan. What are we going to do?" Ezra asked without yelling, it sounded like a strained whisper in the storm.

"I don't know." And I honestly don't. We're stuck, sure well figure something out. But until then the only thing we can do is buy time by winging it.

Ezra nods, suddenly more alert. Probably an adrenaline surge. He's bound to have them, he can probably sense that the Wampas are planning to attack any moment now and with his past the force is basically embedded in his instincts.

Fight or flight instincts. A Wampa charges, he slices it in half. He chose fight.

I do the same. There are too many, there's just no other way to get out without jeopardizing the rest of the crew's safety.

Suddenly I'm on the ground with a Wampa teetering over me. The next, its gone.

I glance up at Ezra, worried for my Padawan's safety more than my own. Hera'll scold me later.

Either way, I look up at Ezra and gasp.

Ezra is standing there with his hand up, eyes closed, lightsaber disengaged, standing perfectly still. Not only that, but the snowfall around him has stopped completely.

Ezra seems... at peace, if that's the right way to describe it. He seems to be almost completely in-tune with the force.

I gape as the small group of Wampas completely encircle Ezra, blocking him from my view.

Then to my surprise, the rest of the Wampas have away from the rest of the crew and me just to join the circle around Ezra.

I'm tempted to check on Ezra through the bond to make sure he is okay but I don't want to break his concentration. I, instead, pull myself to my feet and rush over to the rest of the crew.

I check for pulses while glancing towards my Padawan every half second. He seems to be connecting with them, but I don't know how long it'll last.

Finding all of the crew pulses, I stand. Not knowing what to do to help, I slowly walk towards Ezra.

Just then, the Wampas break free from the connection and begin to swarm Ezra. I race forwards only to be force pushed a few feet back.

Standing in the center of a Wampa free circe is Ezra. Ezra is standing on bent knees, eyes clenched, mouth in a grimace from strain of the force with his arms bent as if blocking a blow.

His eyes are still closed as he lifts Hera, Zeb, and Sabine (with supprisingly less struggle than I thought he was going to have) and I help him lay them down next to him.

Eyes still screwed shut, Ezra begins to herd the Wampas together and direct the away with the force. I help by making sure none of them got past. I was focused. Unfortunately so focused I didn't notice the straggler until it jumped on Ezra.

That was all it took for the Wampas to swarm Erza. Again. At this point, even a master would be tired. I was rushing towards my Palawan to break him out of the swarm when a creepily calm voice hollered, "ENOUGH!" With a release of tension, Ezra stands straight and tall. His stance is confident if not a little cocky, mouth still grimacing, eyes shut.

What was strange was that Ezra yelled with no emotion. Normally he would be ticked. Now he seems perfectly calm, and like I said before; in-tune.

The Wampas were forced back and herded, this time in a cluster that floated in the air. I looked at Ezra and noticed that his eyes were still shut.

Ezra turned in the direction of the nearest mountain (which was still quite a few clicks away) and he opened his eyes as he threw the Wampas. Normally I'd be sympathetic. Normally I'd lecture my Padawan until his ears bled. But right now I'm mesmerized by his eyes.

Ezra's eyes, which are normally an electric blue that seem so alive and full of, well, electricity now were glowing a light blue from behind his Iris'. This combined with is eye color made his eyes seem to shine.

To see this emotion in such a small package of my Padawan, my son, was awe inspiring even if I was expecting it.

"Woah..." I breathe, just as Ezra collapses.

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Okay, I think I'll end that there. I'm thinking of doing a continuation of this along with one in Ezra's POV. It'll just be different parts of this chapter. Oh yeah, I'm pretty sure that I kept switching verb tenses (that's what they're called, right?) thought the story. SORRY! Opps.

Either way... yeah. Hey, if I misspelled anything, that's what the '(?)' are for, please tell me in the comments. My autocorrect/spellcheck thingy decided to stop working.

Thanks! PINEAPPLES!!!!!!!!!XD