Crash Landed (Star Wars Rebels fanfic)

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Ezra POV
Sabine and Zeb shot at ties as they came left and right. Kanan ran to the cockpit asking Hera for the condition of the Ghost. Chopper was trying to fix the shields.

And I...well I was trying to hold in my desire to hunt and not to form. I walked down the hall using the wall to keep my balance.

We hadn't landed in about a month and I hadn't been able to hunt. I only formed when it was needed and right now was not the time. We were under attack. Hera needed me in the nose gun, but being dizzy wasn't making it easier to get there.

I could feel my teeth sharpen when a sharp pain was sent down my spine. It didn't hurt to form willingly. It only hurt when you tried to contain it.

I shook my head and it stopped I know it would be temporary. So I made a beeline for the nose gun.
Sliding into the seat I yelled into the comm "Nose gun check!"

I shot at ties as Hera yelled "Shields are down! Chop! Fix it!" the ship shock violently "The engine is down! We're crash landing! Everyone hold on!" The next thing I know everything went black.

To be continued...

Sorry for the short chapter. The others will be longer.
-Alanna A.K.A Star_Wars_Rebels