We both ran, lightsabers in hand. We were almost to the ship. My feet kept pounding on the sand. Ezra trailed behind, deflecting blaster fire as we went.
"Call Kallus!" One of the troopers yelled. Uh oh. That is not good! I thought, my fingers wrapped around my comm.
"They are calling Kallus! I repeat, they are calling Kallus."
"And Kallus usually means The Inquisitor!" Ezra said, my boots slammed against the ramp. Pressing the button to close it on my way.
"Hera, I think it's time to go!" Kanan yelled, climbing up to the cockpit. Me and Ezra followed, awaiting orders.
"Working on it, love." Hera hissed, flipping on switches and pulling levers to get the ship up in the air.
"We need people on the guns!" Kanan looked to us, that was all I needed.
"Turret!" I said, dashing up the ladder as I took my seat.
"Cannons!" I heard Zeb roar from down below.
"You got cannons last time, Zeb!" Ezra complained, I laughed inwardly. The fight over the cannons was constant. So much so that I think Hera was about to make them take turns.
"Get over it, kid." He growled, stomping over to his position. I gripped the handles tightly, thumb hovering over the red button. I swiveled the turret towards the battalion of troopers. Shooting at their feet and making them scatter like rats.
"Did you get all the Bucketheads?" Ezra asked,
"Don't worry! You'll get your turn. There's a lot more coming." I said, watching as the crowds changed from townspeople to stormtroopers. They flooded in, poised to shoot at The Ghost. Now Kallus and The Inquisitor were coming. I could feel my breath quicken as panic rose up in my chest.
What if I can't protect my friends?
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FanfictionCeleste Greys has always been on her own, accepting any job she could get to keep herself alive. She only cared for herself, jumping from planet to planet. Making sure she wouldn't get attached to anything or anyone. But that all changes when she me...
