Rebel Scum

Chapter 1 - Ghost Crew

I wrote this when I was younger so my writing is a bit underdeveloped, but I love this story so here it is :)

Aris, from the Albarrio System, an almost forgotten planet on the Outer Rim. I found the practicality of being forgotten, and how if one overlooked the hurt, they might find a use for it. The Empire made known their presence, but for the most part they leave my people alone. We're a humble planet of mechanics and builders, lowly fiddlers and tinkers. We don't give them much reason to oppress us, though they do anyway. There used to be rebels on this planet, but they were snuffed out. After the Lesena incident everyone on Aris has been too afraid to fight. I've been too afraid to fight. But little did I know, that was all about to change. Whether I like it or not.

I leisurely walk along the grassy path among the tall grey wood trees, doing my weekly scrounge for old spare parts. All of a sudden, I feel something, I look around, there's no one to be seen, nothing but trees. The wind brushes against my face and rustles my dark brown hair. I decide to keep walking, but with caution. I pull my pack tighter against my back, feeling like someone will try to grab it from me at any moment. Then I hear voices, a feeling deep down tells me I should investigate. So I do, ignoring the thought that tells me to walk away.

I crouch and follow the noise. "Kanan, what are we doing here," asks a girl, a Mandalorian with crazy colored hair, a bluish purple with a bright sea green at the ends of it.

I kneel down and sit on my legs, watching them safely from behind some bushes.

"As you know," says the man, a human who I presume is Kanan, "Hera thinks it would be best for us to be 'invisible' for a while," he says, crossing his arms, sarcasm written clearly on his face.

The girl chuckles. "Meaning?"

All of a sudden a woman, a Twi'lek, walks down from the ramp of the parked spacecraft, she puts her hands on her hips. "'Meaning' Fulcrum said this would be a good place to find the parts to repair the Ghost," she gestures to the ship then turns back to the two, "while keeping a low profile."

I watch them intently, who are they? What are they doing here? Does their presence mean anything for me? In other words, what can I steal from them? Whether I like it or not I'm being pulled to them, they are significant to me somehow.

The man, Kanan, looks my way. I duck my head quickly behind the bush, I feel something, it's the same feeling that told me to investigate...

Without warning, I'm being grabbed and lifted off the ground by my arm, it's an awkward position really, I try to punch the person who holds tightly to me but I end up just twisting and hurting myself. My feet don't touch the ground and I try to claw at their hand. I look and see the thing that grabbed me is a Lasat. How do I know about an almost extinct species? My brother had a friend who was a Lasat. He was a good guy, a little too tough and broken, but he was a good guy.

The Lasat doesn't budge so I just allow myself to be taken, not bothering anymore to fight. But don't worry, I give him an awful glare. And when I do, he chortles at me.

"Look what I found hiding behind the brush listenin' in on your conversation," he says, holding onto my arm tighter as I try to fight him again.

"You know, I love being man-handled as much as the next girl, but I'm beginning to lose the feeling in my arm," I say, glaring up at him, once again clawing at his huge four-fingered furry hand.

"Let her go, Zeb," Kanan says with an annoyed sigh. I drop and land on my feet, turning to look at him, and there's that weird feeling again. His annoyed face turns to a confused and inquisitive one. "But just hold onto her for a second."

The Lasat, Zeb, grabs onto my shoulder  before I can run away and holds me tightly. I let out a groan, and settle in my spot in the middle of them, "Soooo... You're new on Aris, yeah? Lovely, it's a very nice planet. You'll enjoy it. Not enough to stay, but you'll enjoy it."

"Chatty int she?" growls Zeb. "I hate chatty."

"Isn't that special," I mumble, rolling my eyes.

Kanan stays silent, looking deep at me, something in his green eyes seems both familiar and foreign. "Who are you?" he asks, raising a pointy eyebrow at me.

"Who wants to know?" I fold my arms over my chest, taking my time to look at all of them.

He smiles slightly. "My name is Kanan, this is Hera, Sabine, and you're already aquatinted with Zeb."

I look up at the Lasat, he looms over me and smiles a sharp toothed grin. I glare at him. "What are you doing here?" I ask, turning my attention back to Kanan.

"Nosey bugger... also on the list of things I hate," Zeb states.

I frown, and shrug my shoulders. "You say nosey, I say curious."

"Curiosity ain't always the best thing, kid," he snickers gruffly.

"Duly noted. Wow," I clap my hands together once, "you all have taught me so much. I feel like a new person, I might just have to go... plant a tree or something," I say, wiping a pretend tear from my eye. "This has been a real, slice, shall we say, but I should be go-" I try to walk away but Zeb holds tighter to my shoulder and pulls me back. "Ow ow! Okay! Jeez, I might need that shoulder someday."

"What's your name kid?" The girl named Sabine asks.

I shrug, so she smirks. "We've told you ours why would it hurt?"

I keep stead eye contact with her but eventually give in. "Soren," I say shortly.

"What should we do with her Kanan?" Zeb asks, you can hear it in his voice he wants to get rid of me.

Sabine speaks up, "If she was listening, she may know about... Fulcrum..."

"I heard nothing about any 'Fulcrum.'" I say quickly, I mean, it's technically true, I only heard the name.

"She was there for a while," Zeb scowls.

"She knows too much already," says Hera, her kind eyes almost smiling at me.

I frown and exclaim. "I don't know anything! I was on my weekly scavenge and I heard people talking so I came to investigate when all of a sudden this walking soggy mop came and plucked me off the ground."

Zeb growls and opens his mouth to speak, but Kanan interrupts him, ignoring everything I just said. "You're right, Hera, we'll have to keep her with us." I saw something in his harsh face, it almost looked like mischief.

I throw my hands up. "Unbelievable." Then something occurs to me, "Wouldn't I just learn more and when you let me go I'll know everything?" I ask.

Zeb laughs, "That's funny. She thinks we're gonna let her go." He snickers to Sabine, who puts on her helmet. Then Zeb pushes me aboard the spacecraft called the Ghost.

"Besides, maybe she can help us with the locals," Kanan says.

I scoff, "I may know a thing or two, I've only ever lived here. Plus if it'll get me off this rust bucket."

The others walk ahead of us, most of them going towards the front of the ship, Zeb takes me to what looks like the conversing quarters.

"Look, Zeb, is it? I have credits. I really don't want to be here, you don't want me here, I'll leave you the credits and we're both happy."

He just laughs and shoves me on to the couch. "Sit tight," he says, walking out the door, then I hear him yell, "EZRA!"