I fell into the nose cannon, because no one was there, especially since they weren't being attacked. I looked out at Lothal, the most greenest planet in the universe.
Not.
Tears still slipped, remembering my past.
Stop. I told myself. Crying is for later, when there's less of a chance of someone finding you.
I wiped off my tears. When I return back to the Imperial Academy, I...
I don't want to rat them out.
Strange.
They're nice people, except for Caleb... Kanan, whatever.
But Caleb's mistake was in the past.
And he could've saved me. But he didn't. Look at me now.
I slowly uncovered the blaster-proof forearm guards. Scars traveled everywhere. I scowled at myself, thinking that he was a good person. He didn't bother to save me, much less do anything.
I leaned back in the chair, covering my face. I started to look at all the panels and switches. I can tell that this thing was able to move and shoot items, but testing it wouldn't be the brightest thing now, but maybe later.
After finishing the inspection, I heard foot stomps come my way.
Definitely Zeb.
I jumped back into the air vent and crawled to the next room.
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I ended up in the hallways leading to the bunks. This way also had an exit, but I didn't want to leave just yet.
Just then, something pulled me. Into a bunk I went, following the flow of the force. I opened it forcefully by using force lightning. I came into the room and sat on the lower bunk, where the flow of force of stopped, or gathered.
"Okay..." I said feeling the side of the bunk.
I knelt down and dragged my hands anywhere, until a drawer came out.There was a golden box, which I took hold of, and there was a light saber....
Jedi are on this ship.
I took hold of the saber in my hand, until the blue light shot out. I looked at it, eyes wide open.
"Lame." I said, just as the door behind me opened.
Caleb/Kanan and Ezra stood at the door, looking at me.
"Dejavu." said Ezra looking at me.
"Give me back the laser sword." Kanaleb gestured to me to hand him the sword.
I placed the handle back in his palm, where he separated it into two pieces. He gestured with his head for me to leave the room, and so I did.
I sat in the living area, sitting on the table (Oooh, we got a bad girl over here) just when Sabine came in.
"I'd have expected you to run off this ship by now. Why haven't you?" she asked.
"Have you been to the Imperial Academy? Much less, anything owned by the Empire is white, black, and gray. This ship has more colors then that pit." I looked over to the Rebel Alliance painting. "Also, is that yours? Looks cool."
"Yeah, how did you know?"
"Your armor, room, everything. You're a very..." I gestured widely "...colorful person."
Sabine smiled widely. That's when Ezra, Kanaleb, Zeb, and Chopper came in. I slid off the table.
"We're going to take you back to the Imperial Academy, where you belong." Canaleb said.
"Oookay then. I'll just get a bunch of credits. By telling them where you are. And information. And stuff..." I said awkwardly. "Just so you know, that means 'Stop being dumb'."
"I know you wo-" Calan started, but I abruptly interrupted. "Fine. Do whatever you want. I don't care. Just shut up." I said, angrily sitting down.
He sighed and gave in, walking to the cockpit with Hera, who was about to take flight.
"Why are you being so mean to him?" Ezra asked "He was about to bring you back to where you wanted, but know you just changed your mind."
"I'm sorry, but does my personal being matter anything to you?" I snarled.
He immediately back away, shock clearly etched on his face. Soon, he and the other crew members walked into the cockpit.
I growled at myself, then concentrated on listening.
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"Well, Fulcrum's dropped off the supplies on Fort Anaxes, so I'll be going there-" Hera
"You mean, we?" Sabine
"Sure, but in the meantime, we need to decide where she's going." Hera
"Not here." Kanan, Ezra
"Fine, we'll take her on the supply run." Hera
"But you don't know if she might stab you in the back or something." Zeb
"Don't worry. Girl knows if she's going to win a fight or not.She knows she won't win 2v1 with that broken blaster." Sabine
"Well it's decided. Zeb, Ezra, did you finish checking the Phantom?" Hera
"Er, yes." Zeb, Ezra
