After

Chapter 1

The Seventh Sister's POV

The ship flew through the sky, being pursued by many TIEs.  Fire was being exchanged back and forth, never seeming to cease.

Suddenly, I was transported into the ship being pursued. I could automatically tell it was the rebel ship, the Ghost.  I was in the cockpit.  The Twileg, Hera, was piloting the ship, trying her hardest to dodge blasts from the Empire.  As I watched, Kanan, the ex-Jedi, rushed into the cockpit. 

"Hera!  Could you maybe get us out of here?" Kanan exclaimed.

"Be patient, love," the pilot replied, causally weaving her ship through the stars.

"Hera!  We have a little problem back here!" The gruff voice of Zeb said over the internal coms.

"Why, what ever could you mean?" Hera said sarcastically as she punched in the coordinates for hyperspace. "We are away!" She shouted in triumph as the Lothal system disappeared from view.

After a few seconds, the rest of the crew entered the cockpit.  Sabine and Zeb took a seat while Chopper rolled over to Hera.  But, wait.  Where was Ezra?

"That was a close call!" A voice yelled as the owner climbed the ladder that descended into the loading bay.  The face of Ezra Bridger appeared over the edge, followed by the rest of his body.

"What do you mean?  We all came out in one piece," Kanan said sarcastically.

"You should really watch what you say, dear," Hera tsked.

"Whatever you say, Hera."

"Hey, attention away from you two lovebirds, are we docking with the fleet or not?" Sabine asked.

"On our way now," Hera replied.

"Great.  Then we can assess damage to the ship.  And our egos," Ezra joked.

"Ezra, you need to be optimistic," Kanan sighed.

"That was optimistic. I didn't mention the failed supply run."

"You just did."

"Oops."

"I feel as if you are harder to deal with everyday."

"Your problem.  Not mine."

Ezra escaped the cockpit and exited into the cabin hallway. My subconscious followed as he walked into his room.  He jumped up onto his bed, the top bunk.  He laid on his back, grabbing the lightsaber that was strapped to his belt.  As I watched, he fingered the dangerous weapon, giving it a deep frown.

"What is it supposed to mean?" Ezra muttered.

What was he talking about?

《~》

I shot awake from my dream.  At first, I had trouble remembering what I had just saw, and it all came back to me in a big rush.

What had Ezra been talking about?

Why was I even dreaming about him?

I hadn't seen the rebel padawan for a year, ever since he helped me escape the Empire and the Rebellion.  He helped me escape the entire war.  Now, I lived alone, deep in the mountains of Lothal, where so far no one has bothered me.

It was a peaceful life.  I only had to leave to get supplies from town, but other than that, nothing really happened to me.

But now something was.  My dreams meant something. Ezra knew something, and I had a feeling I was involved. I just didn't know if those dreams were of the future or of the past.