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3rd person omniscient point of view of Ezra
Ezra had a lot of scars. He knew he did but he didn't want to. The tracked his whole body like memories carved into his flesh. He didn't want the crew to find out, they would pity him and he did NOT want pity. But the crew came close a few times but he alway warded them off and everything went back to normal.
Ezra had just gotten out of this shower and into the empty ship. The crew, minus him, had gone on a short supply run and he and chopper stayed on the ship in case imperials got feisty. Nothing had happened so Ezra took a shower and was getting ready when chopper took his shirt. " chopper!" " chopper give me my shirt!" Ezra was chasing chopper around the ship when his comme went of. " Spector 6! We need a pickup get the ship read!" Kanen sounded urgent " will do specter 1! Ezra ran to the cockpit,shirtless, and started up the ship. When everyone was aboard he closed the ramp and took of. Unfortunately ties were ever were but he was actually really good at flying to everyone's surprise. " someone get to the guns!" Ezra didn't care if he dident regularly give orders, this was urgent. Once someone was to the canons and the ties were taken care of he jumped to hyperspace. Then everyone came to the cockpit and he realized he wasn't wearing his shirt. All his scars, his memories, his burdens everyone stared. " chopper!" Kanen stood up and went to find the pesky droid when he realized chopper to was staring at his star covered body. Ezra auqwardly got up and took his shirt from chopper. " take a picture. It'll last longer." Ezra was growing a bit annoyed by all the attention and tried to lighten the mood. " Ezra... I'm so sorry" " it's fine Hera its in the past" Ezra left but everyone was still in shock.
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