Snowy Misfortune

Slipping

On another lead to raid supplies, the crew of the Ghost found themselves stepping onto a snowy planet. Ice crystals hung to trees and snow blanketed the ground and rocks. Snowflakes drifted to the ground, creating a tranquil scene.

"Well, we better get going. The snow is light right now, but it'll get worse as the day passes. We need to get the supplies and leave before the ship gets too covered in snow and ice. You ready?" Hera asked her crew.

They all nodded and went to grab their coats.

"Whoa! How cool, I haven't seen snow since I was small! It's been so long..." Ezra said while twirling in wonder, looking up at the snow.

Zeb snickered and packed some snow in his hand. 'A perfect snowball for the perfectly unsuspecting target.' Hiding behind a bush, Zeb launched the cold projectile aimed right for Ezra. And with an icy smash, the freezing snow crumbled into Ezra's hood and down his collar.

"WaaH! ZEB!" Ezra yelled as he tried to shake out the snow in his clothes.

Kanan, hearing the exclamation from further ahead, rolled his eyes and turned around. "C'mon! Ezra! Zeb! We aren't here to mess around!" Looking at them sternly, seeing Zeb continue to tackle Ezra and stuff his face with more snow.

"Aww c'mon! Kanan, I'm in my element here!" Zeb yelled as he picked up the squirming kid beneath him.

Kanan facepalmed at the lasat's behavior and sighed. "Yeah, whatever. Let's get going! We've got a lot to do. And put Ezra down! He might get a cold!"

Finally, Zeb complied and started for Kanan again, followed by a now shivering and upset Ezra. "Kanan! Don't worry about me, let's just get this over with." 'pshh, there goes the fun...again'

Catching up to their leader, the two still shoved at each other.

Entering the town's outskirts, the rebels split up. Not wanting to attract unwanted attention, they took to the alleys.

They were all to meet up at the rondevue' point to discuss further actions. So far, so good. But of course, knowing the young members, they always found trouble.

"OI YOU LITTLE RUFFIAN! GET BACK HERE!" Thugs rounded the corner, gaining on a young boy running through narrow alleys.

"When I catch you, I'm going to beat you into next week! And when I'm through with you, I'll give you away to the Imperials..." Rounding another corner, the boy, Ezra, cut them off before they could continue their poor insults. And with a huff, he jumped onto an empty vendor and climbed up onto the roofs of the surrounding buildings.

Looking back down, the thugs that were chasing him caught up, but were frustrated with lack of climbing skill they had in the heavy snow. Furiously yelling out more empty threats.

"Cheh. Whatever. Now, where was I?"

On the other side of town, Kanan waited for their last member to arrive. All the other were already in position, yet, his young apprentice lacked presence.

Sighing, Kanan reached into the mind link between himself and the kid, to see what he was up to.

Feeling exhilaration, he figured the kid got into trouble, again. Then the emotion changed to smugness then to unease and panic. "Oh great. What has got himself into this time!" Shivering, Kanan signaled to the other the go ahead.

He'll punish Ezra later, after he found him.

Running along the rooftops, Ezra felt proud of his impressive maneuverability, thinking back to how easily he shook of those thugs. "HA such losers."

In his cloud of glory, Ezra failed to notice where he was stepping, and ended up falling through an open air vent. Sliding down and landing himself right back into trouble.

On a pile of boxes, Ezra found himself in what looked to be a secret meeting amongst who else but the Imperials themselves.

Wincing at his misfortune, he whispered to himself, "Maybe if I can climb back the way I came quietly, they won't notice a thing..." And as silently as he could, stood up on the slightly unstable pile of boxes.

Then from below, a storm trooper shouted and pointed, "You there! This is a prohibited area! Get down here!" Catching the attention of the rest of the soldiers, they all pointed their guns at Ezra.

"Uhh..No thanks!" And with that, Ezra hastily reached for the vent, but the unstable boxes gave way beneath him before he could. Sliding, again, to his doom.

And there stood a rather smug looking Agent Kallus, looking down at the fallen boy. "Well hello again, Jabba."