Ezra Bridger's Training

Paint And A Padawan

Lothal, Aboard The Ghost, Who Knows What Time.

"Pssst! Ezra wake up." Kanan whispered.

"Whaa. . " Ezra mumbled, wondering why the frip Kanan was waking him up this early.

"Shh." Kanan held a finger to his mouth. "Everybody else is asleep, come on."

"Then why are you awake?!" Ezra grumbled.

"We're going to have some fun." Kanan smirked and poked Ezra.

Ezra sat up, pulled on his boots and followed Kanan out of the cabin. Quietly they exited the Ghost. They walked to the edge of Capital City, Kanan abruptly stopped making Ezra slam into the back of him.

"What are we doing?" Ezra asked holding his head with one hand.

"Well normally I'm against causing unneccesary trouble with the Emipre buuut." Kanan took something out of his pocket.

"Sabine's paint bombs?!" Ezra asked gleefully.

"Yeah. She'll probably be mad when she finds out I took them." Kanan said.

"Is that why you woke me up in the middle of the night?"

"It's not the middle of the night. See there's the sun." Kanan pointed to a faint light on the horizon.

"I don't see anything." Ezra yawned.

"Eh come on. We're going to harass some imperials." Kanan said happily.

A few minutes later. . .

"Are sure this is a good idea?" Ezra asked Kanan.

"Yes. . . Weeell maybe not." Kanan shrugged. "Come on."

Kanan rolled one of the bombs towards a imperial patrol, then he and Ezra found a new hiding place. The bomb exploded creating a massive purple geyser and sending the troopers to the ground. Kanan and Ezra snickered at the sight of purple stormtroopers sprawled out on the ground.

"Hey! You there!" A gruff voice said from behind them.

"Uh-oh." Ezra said turning to see another patrol of stormtroopers.

"We'll meet up at the edge of town! Good luck!" Kanan dashed into a alleyway. Ezra threw a bomb at the stormtroopers, then he climbed up a building. "Hehehehe." Ezra giggled as the orange and purple stormtroopers scrambled after him. In the excitement, of running from the imperials and coloring them with paint, Ezra had taken a wrong turn. He was now at the spaceport storage area. 'Great. Now what?' He wondered. The stormtroopers weren't far behind him now, Ezra climbed down and hid behind some crates.

"Where did that brat go?" A purple painted stormtrooper yelled. Seeing no sign of their target the troopers turned around and started back. Ezra was trying so hard not to laugh he accidently bumped into a crate knocking it over.

"Hey! There he is!" A orange stormtroopers shouted.

"Karabast!" Ezra looked around for a way out. Then seeing what had fallen out of the crate he quickly started forming a plan. The stormtroopers were now on the other side of the crates, climbing quickly to the top of them Ezra executed his plan. Laughing like a maniac Ezra dumped a giant bucket of green paint on the stormtroopers below.

"Aaaah! Stupid little brat!"

While the troopers were slipping around Ezra grabbed a crate of paint and put the rest of his bombs on top. Quickly pushing the crate towards the troopers Ezra ran away as fast as he could. But he missed timed it so not only did the entire storage area become covered in paint, but also him. Unfazed by it Ezra climbed up a building laughing like crazy. Slipping and slidding Ezra finally met up with Kanan.

"Wha-What happened to you?!" Kanan asked incredulously.

"What you didn't see the explosion?" Ezra asked panting.

"Yes I saw it. You know the whole point of this was to paint troopers not ourselves." Kanan said shaking his head. "Look at you! Your drenched in paint!"

Ezra giggled. "Yeah, well you should see the other guys."

They sat there quietly for a moment.

"You know I still have two bombs left." Kanan smirked.

"I know just the spot."

Together Jedi and paint covered padawan walked to the market to harass some more stormtroopers.