"Sage... I can't do this anymore..."
I looked at HD. It had been nearly a month since our befriending, but I've noticed the glares the Ghost crew gave her. I don't blame her. She hurt Hera.
"You can do it. Just a tad longer." I responded.
"I'm not practicing combat. And the people here don't even say a word to me. I can't even start a fight." HD growled.
The only person who spoke to her was Hera and I. But Hera had a broken leg.
"Then leave. The door is open." I replied, waving her off.
"But the Empire will punish me if I don't bring anything back." She sighed, laying back down.
"Why would you return to the Empire when they do... horrid things?" I asked.
"Because... how else would I live?" She asked.
"Oh... I get it now." I smiled, jumping off the top bunk. I sat beside her in her bunk.
"You're a person who could survive for a long time." I replied.
Then, the door slid open and Ezra appeared.
"We have a new op." He said, emotionless, then giving HD a glare before leaving.
"Quit it." I growled. Ezra turned, shocked.
"I know she hurt Hera. But Hera forgave her. And you should forgive her, too. I can't believe how childish you guys can be!" I snarled, leaving, while slightly pushing him aside.
I angrily walked down the small corridor and climbed the ladder to the cockpit.
The whole crew was there, except Ezra, who came in a bit after me.
Kanan nodded at Hera, who looked at us in return.
"We're going to do an easy op." She explained. "We're heading to the city to steal some credits from the Empire. No stealing weaponry today."
"Karabast." Zeb murmured. "No head bashin' today, eh?"
"Nope. And we're headed out at 13:00." Hera ended, where we all left to prepare.
