Rebel Fleet, aboard the Ghost, 0824 am
A shadow darted in the cockpit, going from chair to chair, then to the console. He smiled wickedly with a can of paint in his hand. He moved around quickly as to where only a predator's eyes could track him spreading pink paint on everything without ruining the controls. He chuckled before darting out, who knows how, without Hera seeing him at all. He found a paint bomb in his backpack (how?) and went to Sabine's room. She wasn't in the room, so he hid it in there with the detonator in his backpack.
Ezra shut the door to find Kanan standing there with his arms crossed. ''Ezra,'' he began, ''what were you doing in Sabine's room?''
''Uh,'' Ezra stuttered. ''N-nothing.''
Kanan sighed, shaking his head. ''Just...just don't do anything you would usually do.''
Ezra exclaimed, offended, ''Hey!'' His Master just walked away. You're next, Kanan. Better watch yourself, Master.
Oh, no, Ezra, don't. I don't...eh, who knows what'll happen next? Don't worry, my beautiful readers, Sabine and Hera are going to be pranked.
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Star Wars Rebels: The Padawan (Completed)
FanficEzra Bridger is Kanan Jarrus's Padawan. Inspired by @PrinceJai and his book, Ezra Bridger's Training, this is his crazy adventures aboard (and not aboard) the ship. Caution: May or may not cause uncontrollable laughter.
