Star Wars: The Lord in Exile

Droids in Distress

Somewhere in space, the Ghost flew through the void as Tie Fighters and a Star Destroyer pursued it. Ezra had just joined the crew and was already proving himself a valuable member, at least that's what Aurelian thought. However it was clear the Lothal native had feelings for Sabine, and while the Mandalorian didn't seem to reciprocate it vexed the Ultramarian to no end. Everyone was in the cockpit except Kanan who manned the rear gun to fight off the enemy ships.

"I don't have a shot!" the Jedi shouted.

"Chopper, do you have the coordinates?" Hera asked her droid.

Chopper made a few beeps, flexed his pincers and spun around, Zeb looked confused as he didn't understand the robotic language of the droid.

"What did he say?"

"He said 'hello hyperspace'!"

Aurelian leaned forward from his seat, "Actually, while my translation abilities are lacking I believe he said 'let's get the kriff outta here' followed by a few racial slurs."

The Ghost jumped to hyperspace and the Imperials had to break off. While in hyperspace, Kanan walked onto the bridge with a slightly disappointed yet relieved look on his face. The crew was low on supplies of all kinds and hoped this last raid could help them out, though it went sideways and they had to escape.

"Told you we'd get away."

"With the shipment." Sabine added. "You said we'd get away with the shipment."

"You also said we'd have a feast after this mission and yet, I am still famished." Aurelian's comment made Kanan raise his hands defensively.

"Kanan, we're low on everything." Hera reminded him.

Ezra, Sabine, Hera, and Aurelian then gave a verbal list of all the supplies missing aboard the Ghost.

"Food,"

"Explosives."

"Fuel. We need to make some money, or we might as well put the Ghost in storage."

"There's always Vizago's job." Kanan suggested.

"So we're arms dealers again?" Zeb asked with a raised brow.

"Come on. We don't even know what kind of weapons we're talking about here."

"Hey, if it puts food on the table... and frees up some time for... oh, I don't know... Jedi training, then I'm in."

"I agree with Ezra. If we stock up now we can afford more time for other things." Aurelian argued.

Kanan looked to his padawans then to his pilot and asked, "You game?"

"Say I am, what then?"

"I already know the mission. Let's head to the transport."

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On Lothal, the rebels boarded a commuter starship to reach the planet where the weapons were located. Chopper rushed into the line along with a few other passengers who were trying not to miss their flight.

"Now boarding star-commuter shuttle ST-45, bound for Garel." a voice rang out through the intercom.

Chopper nearly ran into Zeb before stopping near Ezra and bothering him instead. Ezra smacked Chopper before taking a seat in the back, Zeb in the middle and Kanan just made it before the door closed. He was behind Ezra so they could cover all areas of the transport in case something happened.

"How rude." the Lasat commented to Chopper.

Sabine and Aurelian sat together in the second row of the ship. The Mandalorian warrior passed the man a bag in case he felt sick on the transport, which was a common occurrence for him. She took off her helmet and giggled to herself as Aurelian groaned in displeasure as he hated flying. Then walked in an Imperial minister followed by an Aqualish male, the blond Imperial seemed to be doing her best to make the man comfortable.