Star Wars: Rebels of the Stars (COMPLETED/BEING EDITED)

Chapter 6: New Experiences

"Aslan! Mira! Come join us for some songs!" One of the troopers shouted, running over as Monjarby was teaching me a new lightsaber technique.

It was growing dark and since we weren't able to arrive at the location of the village in trouble in two days of traveling since ships were only allowed at the docking station, we were forced to set up and camp again.

I looked at the setting sun between the trees then back at my master.

"We'll be right there Binary." He shouted.

Binary ran back to the group.

"You ready to try it one more time?" My master looked at me and held the blaster that he had borrowed from Bolt.

I nodded and held my light saber tight. He began to fire at me.

I ignited one side of my lightsaber and swung it to the right to deflect it, then switched the blades with two presses of the buttons and blocked the left one.

He kept firing faster, and I got faster and faster until one of the stun bolts hit me in the stomach. "OOF!!!" I winced, and dropped my saber, holding it, tears forming.

Aslan noticed and ran to my side. "Hey.  It's ok. That was amazing. You did great my little padawan." He smiled and hugged me. "Wanna go eat with the others now?"

I nodded. "Yes please." I scooped up
my lightsaber and followed him over.

The clones were already chatting and eating their rations, as we sat down. Bal handed us our rations and my master joined into the conversation while I silently ate.

Wivern noticed my silence and decided to talk with me. "So Mira, how old are you?" He asked.

I swallowed my food and looked at him. "Four. You?"

"Twenty." He nodded. "Favorite color?"

"Um..." I thought for a second. "Blue."

"Blue? I thought it would be green!" He chuckled. "Mine is red."

"Nope. Blue is the sky. The water, the oceans. It helps life be... life." I shrugged and took another bite of my ration bar.

"Ok. Then let's see..." He thought for a second. "What's your favorite thing to do besides being a Jedi?"

"Color. I got crayons in my room! I drew Master another picture that I'm gonna give him when we get back to Coruscant!" I grinned.

"Really? Think you're a better artist then Paint here?" He nudged the brightly colored trooper, who looked over.

"Did you say something?" He asked confused.

"Just talking with Mira here. She says she draws back at Coruscant, and  I asked if she was a better artist than you."

"Then I challenge you to an art off!" Paint grinned.

"A what?" I lifted and eyebrow, confused. 

"It's a contest to see who's a better artist. Just for fun!" Paint chuckled.

"But I don't have my crayons." I pouted.

"And you left your supplies on the ship Paint." Wivern chuckled.

Paint dramatically fell off the log onto his knees and silently screamed no, making me giggled and Wivern chuckle. 

"Art off when we return to Coruscant!"

"Deal." I giggled and grinned. 

Both the two clones grinned before I yawned and Aslan heard. "Excuse me for a moment guys. Mira needs to get to bed."

"But Master..." I yawned, "I'm not sleepy..."

"Those yawns are telling me otherwise." He chuckled as he scooped me up and carried me to my sleeping mat. 

I had dozed off in his arms by the time he had placed me down and wrapped me in a blanket. 

Smiling softly, he walked back out to the clones. "She's out cold. So keep quiet." He told them.

"You sure that it is really safe for a padawan that little?" Bal asked him. "She could get seriously injured in a battle, and her being that small could mean we could lose sight of her."

"I agree." Llic frowned. "With all the carnivorous plants here and all the danger of it being her first mission."

"Mira is a lot stronger than she looks." Aslan chuckled. "She's a fast learner. Plus, there's all of us watching her."

"A padawan isn't usually chosen that young, Aslan. Especially not during a war." Bolt was polishing his blaster that Aslan had returned. 

"She's happy. At least. She likes it outdoors." Wivern defended Aslan before Aslan could make another sound. 

"You don't think a four year old should actually be out here do you?" Bal frowned,  stroking his small, dark brown beard.

"No, I don't, but then again, I don't think we should be having this war." 

"I second that. Too bad the Separatists don't like it." Arm chuckled to himself.

"I don't enjoy losing brothers." 109 sighed. 

"Nor do I." Nodded Two-Three, as he popped his wrist.

"Wuth? Andros?" Aslan asked. 

"Don't like this war." They both said at the same time. 

"Anyone else wanna add anything?" Terek asked. "Because without this war, we wouldn't be here, would we?"

It was quiet for a second before Green Thumb spoke up. "War or not, this is where we are today." 

"I second that! No I second that!" 141 and Binary said at the same time. 

The commandos looked at each other. " We agree." Trace nodded. "Without this, this wouldn't be us."

It was all silent until Paint spoke up. "Guys. Duck."

"What?" Jewel asked confused. 

"I SAID DUCK!" He hit the ground as the sound of a blaster roared to life. They all dove for their blasters and fired into the forest section where it was coming from. The sound of a mechanical scream followed by the ceasing of firing made them stop.

"What was that?" Terek asked.

"A droid. A separatist droid. This isn't just an internal matter. The separatist army is here too." Paint bit his lip.

Aslan's blue eyes widened a bit. "Hurry and pack up the camp. This is more dire than we thought."