Kanan's P.O.V
The ship was in complete disarray. We had Azulia running around like a madwoman trying to fix everything seen as the ship had taken the most inconvenient time to break down, Imps that were probably growing suspicious right now, and there was nothing that I could do to help but try and keep them occupied.
"State your buissness." The officer repeated.
"Umm..." I forced a Alderaanian accent, "Oh hey there! State me buissness huh? Well, I'm just droppin' off some supplies for me mate down on the surface. I tell you what, it was a right pain-" I was cut off by a slightly annoyed officer.
"That's enough, thank you. We're checking out your ships codes. Do not deviate from your current course." He said before cutting the line.
Hera turned to face me. "What. Was. That?" She said.
I grinned. "That was an excellent lie." I heard a yell from the back and frowned. "I'm gonna check on them."
Azulia's P.O.V
I raised my head and smacked it against a metal pipe.
"Ow!" I hissed before backing up another inch so I wouldn't give myself a concussion. Things had deteriorated in the control bay. The overheated hyperdrive had caused the circuit boards around it to fuse and pretty soon, the ship was going to lose power. I heard the door from the cockpit open and scrambled out. "We need to land, now!" I said, waving a wrench in the air. Kanan looked at me bizarrely. I suppose I did look a little weird, with my goggles on and throwing a wrench around as if it was a lightsaber.
"What? But I've just convinced the Imperials that we're not rebels trying to sneak a bunch of illegal stuff onto the planet!" He exclaimed.
"Well, unless you have a spare piece of thenamium and about twelve new circuit boards, or want to become dead weight in space when we lose power, which will be in about five minutes, we have to land!" My voice grew higher with each syllable. I had a small staring contest with Kanan for a minute before he sighed and hurried back into the cockpit. Letting out a breath of relief, I sank back down into the control bay.
Big mistake.
My calf slipped to the side and made contact with a pipe that should have been cool, but unfortunately, wasn't. I hissed as I withdrew my leg and pulled myself up into the back of the ship.
"What is it?" Zeb asked as I clutched my leg. In answer, I turned it over and examined the damage. Of course it was my left calf, the one with the massive scar running down the back of it. The superheated pipe had set alight to the fabric of the jumpsuit and I batted it rapidly to put it out. Once it was, I examined the damage: slight burns but not too serious however, the material burned away had revealed a large portion of my scar.
"Whoa. Where did the scar come from?" Sabine asked as the ship gave a violent shudder.
I gritted my teeth and answered, "Not the biggest issue right now!"
"Pfft, Azulia won't tell you anything." Ezra laughed bitterly.
"Ohh, don't you go there mist-"
"Would you two knock it off?! I'm losing control here, what are you lot playing at!?" Hera's voice rang from the front. Cussing so strongly, I would have made space pirates proud, I ripped some of the burnt material from the back of my jumpsuit leg and wrapped the wound before sliding back into the control bay. However, I couldn't help but mimic Ezra under my breath.
"Hera, can you make it to the surface if you increase speed!?" I called to the front.
"Well, yeah, but it'll be a messy landing!"
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Road From Ruin: Star Wars Rebels
FanfictionThe Empire has risen. They have taken the Outer Rim as theirs and life is increasingly getting hard for street rats with nowhere to go. Azulia Tautaski has been pulled into the underworld of crime and dealing as the Empire tightens it's iron grip...
