Everyone was in the cockpit. Ezra was writing to his pen pal about the groups last few missions. Kanan always proff read them before he allowed him to send them. Mostly to make sure Ezra didn't tell him anything he probably shouldn't.

This last mission hadn't gone as planned and the Ghost crew was low on everything. Kanan considered it a victory that they were all alive, at least for now. If they did get some credits and supplies soon they might not be much longer. The crew wouldn't stop pointing this fact out either.

"I told you we'd get away." Kanan said.

"With the supplies." Sabine added. "You said we'd get away with the supplies."

"Kanan were low on everything..." Hera informed him. "Fuel!"

"Explosive!" The teen girl continued.

"Food!" Ezra added giving Zeb a look.

"If we don't get supplies and credits soon, Kanan we might as well put the Ghost in storage." Hera said.

"Well there's always Visago's job." Kanan said.

"So we're arms dealers?" Zeb asked.

"More like arms redistributers." Kanan corrects him.

"Anything that puts food on the table and frees up more time for I don't know... Jedi lessons?" Ezra says hinting at the fact that they haven't been able to actually train in days.

Kanan walks over to the kid and gently pushes him back & takes the datapad Ezra was writing on to proofread the letter before Hera sent it for him.

"Then let's find out where to go." Hera says.

"Head to the spaceport. I already know the job." Kanan says. He then laid out his whole plan.

Sabine and Zeb got on the public transport to Garel first sitting in the second row behind the droid caption. Ezra got on next with Chopper rolling in behind him. Chopper zapped Ezra once before to make it believable that he was his droid. Ezra then took a seat on one of the seats in the far column where Chopper could be in the aisle.

Minister Tua and the man she was escorting came in next. She told him to sit in front of Sabine and Zeb just as Kanan had predicted.

Kanan came in last taking the seat behind Ezra and Chopper.

The man with the minister said something in another language.

"Oh were is that translator?" The minister asked.

In came two more droids. A C3 protocol droid and an R2 unit.

"I am C3-PO and R2-D2 and I are happy to be in your service today minister." The gold protocol droid said. The minister fused at him and asked him to translate. To which he did.

Time to set the plan in motion. Step one, get the droids out of way.

Chopper started Zapping Ezra.

"Stupid droid. Quite it." Ezra commanded. Chopper zapped him two more times.

"Kid, get your rust bucket under control." Kanan says playing his roll.

"Can't you see I'm trying!" Ezra said frustrated.

"Pilot, isn't there a rule against droids in the passenger section?" Kanan asked.

"I'm sorry sir but your droid will have to move to the back." The pilot told Ezra nicely.

"No fair, if my droid is banished then so are those two." Ezra demanded.

"Sir these droids are with me, and I am on imperial business." Minister Tua said.

"Well these are imperial rules ma'am." The droid pilot turned around and informed her as he put his visor down. The minister begrudgingly obeyed.

Sabine and Zeb executed step two by volunteering Sabine to step in and translate for her posing as a level 5 imperial cadet. During which they got the location of the arms they were after. She gave the minister the wrong bay number. A few clicks later they were on Garel.

"Bay 7." Sabine whispered to Ezra once they were off.

Ezra made his way over the buildings and though the vents headed to the bay to let the others in. The entire way he complained to Kanan about not teaching him anything since he had gotten back.

"Just get to bay seven, and we'll all get paid." Kanan told him.

"So, we steal to survive. See I told you I know this." Ezra says. Shortly afterwards he drops into the bay. He opens the bay from the inside.

"So what's in these boxes anyways?" Zeb says as he walks in and opens a crate. He gasp and backs away from them leaving the crate half open.

"T1 ion disrupters. These things are band in several systems." Sabine says picking one up.

"For good reason too. Are you sure we should sell these to Vasago, Boss? We don't know anything about his buyer. What if they end up in the wrong hands?" Zeb states.

"We know his buyers not the empire. That's all that matters right? Besides we need the money," Kanan says.

"Yeah, while I was translating I found out that the empire was planning on using these as prototypes for mass production." Sabine adds.

"I just don't like knowing theses things are out there." Zeb says.

"Let's just get these things loaded and get out of here." Ezra says.

Half way through loading Chopper who was keeping an eye on the minister gave a warning that they were on their way over.

"Distract them then." Kanan ordered.

His distraction didn't last long.

"Those crates belong to the empire." Minister Tua says.

"Surely there must be some kind of mistake. These are my crates." Zeb says.

"Then perhaps you wouldn't mind us searching them for Ion Disruptors." She says.

"Surly not. Why would I have Ion Disruptors?" Zeb says pushing the box in front of him. "On second thought, never mind. Not today you bucket heads." He says as he pulls out his bo-rifle and attacking the imperials.

During the fight the others managed to loaded the rest of the crates and the two other droids followed Chopper into the Ghost.

"Oh look Chopper made friends." Sabine says noticing the two droids.

"My companion and I were on an imperial assignment when we were attacked by rebels." The protocol droid says. He turns to see Kanan and Zeb. "Oh dear, R2 it's them."

R2 beeps something. Chopper response with his own beeps.

"Sabine get a restating bolt on those imperial droids. Maybe we can sell them for some extra credits." Kanan orders.

Sabine gets to work. The little droid beeps something at her.

"This little droid says that they mean a lot to their owner, and he would pay a lot of money for their safe return." Sabine translates.

"I'll think about it." Kanan says before going up the ladder.

"So we're not selling the droid, but we're still selling the Disruptors?" Zeb ask.

Zeb throw Ezra out of their cabin.

"Hey, it was my cabin first!" Ezra yells at him.

"Deal with it!" Zeb calls back.

"Ezra come here." Hera calls him.

"Zeb booted me out of my own cabin." The boy says.

"I know. Do you remember our trip to Lasan?" She ask.

"Not really." Ezra admits.

"Than do you know what happens when an Ion Disruptor is used on organically?" She questions.

"No." The kid says.

"Well, Zeb does. The empire used them on his people. Few survived and none of them are on Lasan." Hera explains.

"And we were part of the search for them." Ezra says starting to realize what she meant. She nods.

"Just give him a little space today. Ok?" She ask.

"I guess I could." He agrees.

The crew met Visago to sell the ion Disruptors later that day.

"I could make some lovely music with this." Visago said as he inspected the arms.

"It's not that type of instrument!" Zeb growls.

"Oh, you just have to know how to play it to the right buyer." The crime boss said.

"First you have to buy it from us." Ezra informed the shady man.

"Finally someone on your crew that understands business." Visago remarks to Kanan and Hera.

"Just hand over the credits and we'll be done." Kanan says.

Visago stated to count out the credits. Half the creates were handed over already.

That's when the empire attacked.

"The Empire!" Somebody said surprised.

Visago started to take off with whatever he had.

"Hey, you you still have to pay us for those." Kanan yelled.

"Visago doesn't pay for half a shipment, and he doesn't pay for imperial entanglement. Hope you live to fight another day." The crime boss said as he took off leaving the crew with half the creates and to fight the empire by themselves.

"Great now what are we supposed to do." Zeb said.

The protocol droid they had picked up ran into imperial fire blathering on something.

"Spectors 3 and 6, get rid of the creates. The rest of you handle the buckets on the ground. I'll deal with the walkers." Kanan ordered.

The little R2 unit rolls over to the creates.

"R2, what do you think you're doing?" 3-po ask.

R2 beeps something at him.

"What do you mean joining the crew?"

R2 beeps something else this time to Sabine.

"Of course, overload the power currents and kaboom. You can join this crew any day little guy." Sabine replied. "Guys I could use a push."

Hera, Chopper, R2, 3-po, and Ezra each help rewire the weapons and push them at the imperial squads.

Zeb was fighting Agent Kallus.

"That idiot Lasat is going to get himself killed." Kanan cursed.

Just then Kanan fell.

Kallus got the upper hand against Zeb. Zeb fell to his knees and Kallus was about to go for the killing blow. The others didn't have enough time to help him. They could only watch.

Kanan used his arms to push himself back up as he watched what he thought was going to be the end of his friend.

Ezra could not stand there and watch his roommate die. He'd lost to much already and couldn't take anymore of it.

"Noooooooooooo!" Ezra yelled throwing his arms out in the direction of the Zeb and Kallus. He wished he could get Kallus away from Zeb. He felt something come out of his hands as he did this. He watched as whatever it was callused Agent Kallus to fly backwards away from Zeb. Ezra stood there in shock.

Kanan watched in shock. Then his instincts kicked in.

"Spector 2 get Spector 4 to the ship." He ordered.

Hera got Ezra on the Ghost as quickly as she could. Kanan and Sabine went to go help Zeb up. The three droids all followed Hera and Ezra.

"Come on big guy." Kanan said when he got to Zeb.

Zeb lay there silently. His only response was slowly reaching for his bo-rifle. This mad Kanan smile a little. He helped him to his feet and walked him back onto the Ghost.

"Is he going to be alright?" Sabine asked worried. The entire crew was standing around anxiously.

"He'll be fine." Kanan answered.

"Thanks for the save mate." Zeb gasped out in pain.

"Wasn't me," Kanan said. Zeb looked up shocked. Kanan then added "It was the kid."

Zeb exchanged a glance with Ezra.

Ezra looked up with a small grin.

"Oh, and Ezra, we get back to your formal Jedi training tomorrow. I think you're ready for something new." Kanan says.

Ezra's smile grows. Kanan can see the excitement on his face just as much as he can sense it. Ezra senses just how proud he is of him.

Kanan could never forget the look on Ezra's face that day.

•Yes, I'm alive. I know it's been a while. This took forever to write and a lot has happened in the past few weeks. I won't go into details. I'm back in school again so post will be slower. FYI I'll be switching back and forth between my stories now.

•May the force be with you always.

•Cass