Once again, it seemed Ezra Bridger had found himself running for his life, running away from a herd of Stormtroopers with blasters firing relentlessly at him.
On the bright side, at least he wasn't alone this time.
Kara was running beside him, firing shots over her shoulder at their pursuers. Ezra was thankful that she was there with him; she had much better aim. He glanced over his shoulder, watching her blaster hit three Stormtroopers in a row, knocking them down like empty bottles at a Lothal street fair. Meanwhile, the energy balls shot from the hilt of his lightsaber had hit the wall, an overhead light, and a mouse droid who was unfortunately caught in the crossfire.
Out of the corner of his eye, Ezra watched Kara turned her blaster to the door panel ahead and fired three times, each shot meeting the mark. He turned full on towards the blast doors as they began to slide shut, offering them the opportunity for momentary safety from the triggerhappy Stormtroopers.
"Hurry!" Kara yelled at Ezra, and the young Jedi put on a final burst of energy, sprinting and leaping through the blast doors first. He landed on his feet, and he turned towards the shrinking opening as Kara dove through right before they shut for good. She rolled on her shoulder, landing on her feet.
"Nice shot." Ezra offered her a hand, pulling her to her feet. "I wouldn't have thought of that."
"Thanks." Kara looked at the blast doors, the sounds of the troopers bickering over their next move muffled by the durasteel. "It'll buy us some time to figure out how to get out of here."
"Maybe we can find another holotable and pull up the floorplans?" Ezra suggested, but Kara shook her head.
"No, they'll have disconnected them by now." Kara leaned against the wall, dragging a hand over her face frustratedly. "Besides, I doubt the plans they had there will be helpful. They'll be expecting us at all exits. What we need is a way to move around without being detected. I just don't know how." Kara sighed, running a hand through her hair.
As if a lightbulb had lit up over his head and cast a warm glow upon him, Ezra instinctively looked up. It was not a lightbulb he saw, though; it was something even better. Ezra grinned, looking back at Kara. "How do you feel about small spaces?"
"If you're asking if I'm claustrophobic, I'm not." Kara gave him a confused look, pushing off the wall to stand in front of Ezra. "Why do you ask?"
"I think I might have found our way to get around undetected." Ezra smirked, looking back up. Kara followed his gaze, and he could see her smile out of the corner of his vision.
There, right above them in the center of the ceiling, as if sent by some higher power, was a vent.
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Kanan stood on the cliffside overlooking the compound, looking at the ground around him. There was a discarded holopad, a pack filled with food and water, and footprints that belonged to Kara and Ezra. Clearly, they'd been expecting to return.
He looked back at Hera. "They were definitely here."
"But where are they now?" Hera responded, glancing over to Sabine. "Any sign of them down there?"
"Nope." The Mandalorian was kneeling on the edge of the cliff, using her helmet's built-in binoculars to examine the compound below. "Security has increased, though. They have double the regulation amount of Stormtroopers posted at every entrance, and at least a dozen guarding the TIEs."
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Ghosts
FanfictionA supply run gone wrong leads Ezra to someone from his past, someone he hadn't heard from since long before the Ghost crew brought him aboard. But while the rest of the rebels welcome her in with open arms, Kanan isn't so quick to let his guard down...
