The Hotshot Mandalorian

Chapter 13: The Trial of Skills

Chapter 13: Trial by Skill

Tatooine, Outer Rim

Mission to re-appropriate

3648 ATC

Flare P.O.V

Everyone was in the cockpit. Some of us were clearly itching for some action, something to do, I would tell them to stay their excitement, but it is not my place. Discipline is my shield and my sword, keeping myself posted and ready to fight at a moment's notice.

What I notice more than anything else is that kid, what was his name, Ezra Bridger, I believe? I can sense that he is Force-sensitive, as is Kanan, but the boy is something else. He has something in him that I cannot place. The Force tells me many things, and it does not give me a straight answer, but I would be a fool to think that it would give me a straight answer. Ezra is someone that will probably lead an important life. I'm not one to question this, but what I do question is how he will go about it. The kid has no discipline, no goals, no training, and no real independence, at least not yet. As far as I am concerned, he's sort of a loose cannon, someone that learns from making mistakes that get him into trouble. I consider this a very harsh way to learn, and that is why I rarely make mistakes.

I turn to the Mandalorian, Sabine Wren, as I recall. She's got some experience to back up her demeanor, but I can tell that she hides some sort of pain. It's as plain as day. I use to carry that same kind of look after I learned to completely detach myself from my emotions. Apart from that, she's not exactly a typical Mandalorian, as she has done quite a bit to customize her armor paint scheme. They are interesting schemes, a little too flashy for my taste, as the colors make her stand out like a flare in the black of night, but if it propels her ship, then who am I to care? She carries two simple Westar-35 blasters. They are small and compact, very easy to clean and maintain, a classic choice of Mando blaster weaponry. Her hair also carries the color schemes of her armor, also something I do not understand.

Next is the Lasat, Zeb as I heard from eavesdropping on one of their conversations. He's probably one of the oldest ones of the group. He's clearly seen a lot of action in his time, and he's probably got some tricks that even I may not have. If the bow rifle on his back is any indication, it's that he's skilled with the weapon. Maybe some time, I'd like to have a fight to see who would win in a fair one-on-one battle. He may yet just be the a worthy opponent.

Kanan, he must be a Jedi. Just before he left the room, I caught a brief flash of a lightsaber hilt. Interesting indeed, but how powerful is he? Could I possibly train in lightsaber combat with him with enough time together? I do not know, but I intend to find out, but not anytime in the immediate future.

Hera, I would know those eyes and her expression anywhere. She's got many secrets, that much I can see, and she can see things very clearly, like it's her life to know people to the core. While this would cause me to distance myself from her, I am actually drawn to her, sort of like she's a parent to me. She's sort of like the group's anchor to each other. She's got that look in her eyes that could make anyone do anything she wants. Her voice also speaks many volumes about herself. Somehow, I know that if I ever tell her a secret, she will not turn her back on me and spill the secret, so does that mean I trust her?

Yes, I do trust her, and so readily. I may very well be wrong, and that may kill me, but I will only become integrated with the crew if I put some trust in them.

Finally, there was that droid, "Chopper", as Kanan had introduced. That droid was a little bit annoying, acting grumpy and acting like the galaxy owed him. Perhaps it was because he was built from spare and old and refurbished parts, nothing new. I have not seen such a grumpy droid for at least six years, ever since I found my assassination  droid, but it seems that nostalgia finds a way to drag me back into the places that I wish to forget.