Star Wars Rebels: A Collection of Short Stories

Force-a-ween (Part 3)

The marathon ended and Ezra and Marco looked over at Hera. "Well?"
Hera was fast asleep, mumbling something about the Ghost. Ezra and Marco facepalmed as she began to wake up.
"How could anyone fall asleep during Zombie Sith?" Ezra demanded.
"Huh...? Oh... Right... Sorry," Hera said. "It just got so boring."
Marco and Ezra stared at her like she was crazy before shaking their head in disapproval. Hera shrugged and grabbed the remote, turning on a romantic drama. Ezra and Marco ran out of the room screaming. Hera laughed and then focused on her show. She knew that would work...

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Taylor, Zeb, and Kanan walked into the haunted ship. It was dark and none of them could see anything. They walked along until suddenly, there was a flash of light and a monster jumped out. Kanan and Zeb screamed, hugging each other, and Taylor instinctively knocked the monster out. The two boys stared at her blankly.
Taylor looked back at them. "What?!"
They shook their heads, pulling away before she made a joke about them being scared. "Nothing."
Taylor rolled her eyes and kept walking. The rest of the haunted house consisted of more high pitched screaming from Kanan and Zeb and Taylor knocking out, stunning, and tackling anything that popped out. They walked out and an Inquisitor smirked at them, igniting his lightsaber.
"I told you..." Taylor muttered.
She ignited Morgan's lightsaber, which she stole- er...borrowed, and Kanan ignited his lightsaber. They charged at the Inquisitor and ran right through. It was a hologram. Enraged at laughter surrounding her from the prank, Taylor cut the hologram projector in lots of pieces before retracting her lightsaber blade, glaring at the scared looking Imperials, and stomping off with Kanan and Zeb following close behind. No one messed with Taylor...