"lost in fear" {Star wars Rebels fanfic} (Ezra Bridger)

chapter 3: "rations and cutts"

Its been a week since ezra recovered fully and 3 days since they did Zagos job with the distruptors. (Ezra didn't save zeb.) Zeb was still bothered by the whole deal business and the bedroom situation with him and ezra was practically war at this point; probably because of it and the whole head lice situation. But luckily zeb grew back all his hair by day 3 afterwards.

Currently, they were grounded on lothal again after the misson was a success and kanan returned choppers droid friends. But if anything it made the frustrations between zeb and ezra worsen.

Ezra was mad that he kept getting kicked from his own room with zeb on a daily. Practically from when zeb woke up Intel zeb finally went sleep enough for ezra to creep in. Luckily ezra was more of a night owl then anything so going to bed late wasn't the issue. The issue was ezra never really had a sleep schedule beforehand and hera expected them up at a certain time. Which also contributed to him getting sick last week. Luckily he was starting to get a hold of it but had hiccups especially in the morning. Making him a zombie and susceptible to falling flat on his face when zeb threw him out so he could get dressed first.

Today ezra finally caught himself from falling as the door quickly slammed shut behind him. Ezra rolled his eyes and rubbed them as he made his way to the kitchen. He didn't see anyone else around yet but didn't pay much attention to it.

He made his way into the kitchen and opened the fridge to see hardly anything. Which was weird to ezra as the last food run was a week ago just before he got sick and they had enough credits to get more stuff that would last.

He decided to investigate and closed the fridge. He wasn't tall enough to reatch the far-to-high cabinets so he climbed onto the counter and stood to look in them. They were kinda bare too and really messy and unorganized. He was no stranger to unorganization but decided to organize dispite this to see what all they had.

After about 20 minutes of this and dragging practically every box of cereal, snacks, bread, fruit containers, take out containers (that were clearly expired), and everything else kanan and hera walked in.

"EZRA! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Hera beat kanan to the scolding.

"We went shopping for rations before i got sick right? So how are we this low? And this stuff wont last us for long." Ezra stated.

"We're going on a food run today, now put everything back please!" Hera said angrily.

Ezra did put them all back and once he was done sabine and zeb joined them in the kitchen. Hera and kanan already took a bowl of cereal and were eating at the booth.

"Why are you on the counter?" Sabine asked as they entered.

"Isn't it obvious? The kids practically a dwarf." Zeb laughed as ezra shot him a glare and jumped down.

"Ok crew." Hera announced. "Today is a cleaning day. We'll-"

"Haven't we cleaned enough in the past week?" Sabine asked. Zeb smacked the back of ezras head like it was his fault.

"No. No we haven't." Hera snapped gently. "The engines need to be cleaned for residue and checked for leaks. And the bikes also need to be checked for the same thing. And ontop of that we need to go on a supply run."

"Food especially." Ezra commented.

"Yeah. I wonder why." Zeb said sarcastically. Him and ezra glared at each other as if they were going to pounce and rip each other apart.

"Ooooookay..." hera rose and eyebrow at them then looked away at her tablet. "and we need to refill our water and gas tanks aswel. And a few new batteries for the cannons sence the others are getting old. We're going to split into teams. Sabine, kanan, you take the water, gas, and batteries job. Me and chopper will stay here on the ship to check the engines, and zeb and ezra can hit the market."