Zeb was outside in a lawn chair, radio on, staring at the long yellow grass. He wasn't coming, according to Ezra, he wasn't stealth material. Of course it was right, but that didn't mean he couldn't get them started on the right track.
Hera walked down the platform of the Ghost and gave Zeb a puzzling look.
"Where's Ezra, Sabine and Chop?" The words escaped her before she could rethink her wording, "Alright what do I need to stop Ezra, Sabine and Chopper from doing?".
Zeb smacked the button on top of his radio and sat up. His large purple figure standing out vibrantly against the soft yellow planet. "They are working on a plan. I'm not very stealth apparently so I get to stay here." He paused, and waited for Hera's reaction.
"THEY ARE GOING TO RESCUE KANAN AREN'T THEY!" She fumed. Just as she said so a brightly orange painted tie fighter flew over their heads. Heading up into the atmosphere. She questioned Zeb where it came from. He scratched behind his ears awkwardly.
"Let's just say that tie we stole awhile back didn't exactly become scrap metal. It was Ezra's idea at first! Then Sabine decided to paint it..." Zeb rambled on carefully. Making sure to keep his voice loud enough to cover up whatever was next in the plan. He saw Chopper, now an Imperial Black and red rolling up the platform into the Ghost. The squeaks of his wheels made the whole thing seem like it wasn't going to work. He laughed, and once he stopped the Ghost's door was shut tight.
"They do realize they can't jump to hyperspace in a tie fighter right?" Hera said, but then quickly turned around to see the Ghost taking off. Chopper gave a triumphant garble from the piolets seat. A quick wave from his small mechanical arm and the Ghost was hovering at least 50 feet. Hera screamed at the droid, pointing rapidly at the ground.
Zeb had to admit, no matter how much he fought with Ezra, his way of disobeying orders was impressive. The kid was climbing up turret gun, and gave Zeb a wave before sitting down in the gunner's seat. Zeb waved back and got out of his chair, standing up to watch them take off. The tie quickly came back to the Ghost and docked. Hera was on her comn now, attempting to get Sabine back on her side. The Mandolorian was too stubborn, it was a pointless fight.
"Sorry Hera, we will be back once we have Kanan. Err, sorry about any damage on the Ghost." Ezra chimed over the comn. They were out of sight by now. Zeb looked up at the Sky and Comned Ezra right before they went into lightspeed. "Good luck kid, bring Kanan home."
Hera kicked a rock in her frustration, worried for them. She had already lost Kannan, she wasn't going to lose Ezra and Sabine too. She muttered a Twi'lek prayer and turned to Zeb.
"Come on we are going to town." She said, as she started jogging at a fast pace. Zeb easily caught up to here as they headed to the gray buildings in the distance.
"What for?" He moaned, Hera looked at him with a certainty that felt new to her.
"To contact the Rebellion."
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SWR One Shots
Science FictionIt's quarantine. As a huge nerd I thought this would be fun.
