Rebel Fleet, aboard the Ghost, 1243 pm
Ezra was polishing his lightsaber when Kanan walked in. He raised an eyebrow in a questioning glance at Ezra, who looked up at Kanan. The Knight questioned, ''Are you polishing your lightsaber?''
Ezra answered, ''Yeah.''
Kanan rebuked incredulously, ''Who does that anyway?''
''I do,'' Ezra snapped. ''Why don't you?''
Kanan answered, '' 'Cause that's lame.''
''You know what,'' he asked-ish, ''my lightsaber is better than yours. It has a blaster!''
''Mine can come apart!'' Kanan competed, failing miserably.
Ezra shook his head, smiling. ''LAAAAA-AAAAAMMMMMEEEEEEE! SOOOO VERRRRYYYY LLLAAAAAAMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEEE!'''
''Am not!''
''Are too!''
''Am not!''
''Are too!'''
Finally, Kanan gave up, sighing, ''I'm not going to argue with my Padawan.''
Ezra asked with a smile, ''Why, because you know you lost?'' Kanan just walked away with his head down, and sighed audibly. Ezra just grinned triumphantly.
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Star Wars Rebels: The Padawan (Completed)
FanfictionEzra 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.
