I've been watching the new Star Wars Rebels show and thought up an idea for a fun story. Basically, I'm just putting ideas to words and writing them as if they were an episode. My plan is for each "episode" to be a three chapter arc. I don't plan on any romance with Satine and Ezra, I'll let the show say if they're doing this but we all know Star Wars' reputation with romance, it's kinda like watching thirteen year olds trying to copy what they see in a chick flick. But Disney has a better track record with it so there's hope for you romantics out there.

Chapter 1

The Ghost was rather quiet as it slid gently through space with her crew resting peacefully. Even Chopper wasn't up to his usual tricks, being too busy maintaining a constant steady course through the inky black nothingness of space.

It had been a long few weeks for the Ghost crew, with several back-to-back missions for their usual customer Bizaggo, whether it was nabbing blasters, equipment, or secrets from the Imperials or stealing some supplies to aid the suffering people of Tarkintown. Either way none of them was even able to hold their eyes open any longer, so Hera had set a nice untouched course out of range of Lothal's sensors. Once there everyone just passed out in their bunks and left Chopper to wake them up in twelve hours. That was twelve hours ago, and Chopper's internal timer had just beeped.

The ornery astromech rolled over to one particular door shared by Zeb and Ezra and opened it, and peaked in. In one of his metal claws he held a single foam canister used for patching holes in water lines. It was a pain to get it off of the skin if it came into contact. In the other hand he had a long cable with carabineers on each end. He grumbled with satisfaction as he saw Zeb lying in his bunk, one arm hanging over the edge and snoring like a bantha. Ezra by now adopted ear muffs to drone out the concussive snoring of his roommate and was also asleep.

Chopper knew what he was doing, and quickly took both carbineers and attached one end to Zeb's belt and reached up carefully and hooked the opposite end onto Ezra's belt. He softly chirped as he sprayed the foam into Zeb's outstretched hand, which flinched slightly at the cold material but didn't wake him up. Chopper couldn't help but chirp excitedly as he took a long piece of grass that had managed to find itself within the cargo bay last time they were on Lothal and edged towards Zeb. He carefully let the long strand brush against Zeb's nose making the large Lasat sniff slightly as he ignored it. But Chopper kept at it until…

Splat!

Zeb immediately snapped his eyes open as he realized that something was wrong as the fizzing foam started to solidify on his face with his hand attached.

"Chopper!" Zeb snarled as Chopper began laughing at him in his own unique language and then to seal the astromech tossed the can at Zeb's face, landing a solid shot right on his forehead, enraging said Lasat, "I'm going to rip you apart!"

Zeb leapt from the bed with a loud animal snarl and never noticed that he was attached to the grumbling Ezra who wasn't quite able to hear the exchange.

"Wha? What's Chopper doing now?" the young apprentice grumbled as he sat up and saw Zeb roaring out of the room with a thin cable trailing behind him and Ezra noticed that it led all the way to a carabineer on his belt, "Oh no no no!"

Ezra immediately went to try and detach the cable as Chopper skirted out of the room with Zeb right behind him until the cable connected to Ezra and Zeb's belts snapped tight. Ezra was too late in noticing what Chopper's master plan was and felt himself yanked right out of the top bunk. He landed on the hard deck with a loud thud that reverberated through the ship awaking the very light sleeper and team explosives "artist" as she preferred to be coined. Zeb was too mad and strong to realize that he was attached to Ezra and had yanked him out of bed and through the door. A combination of Ezra's screaming and yelling and Zeb's snarling finally awakened the ship's pilot and owner, Hera, along with their leader Kanan.

The odd conga line of droid, Lasat, and Human went all the way down the hall until Ezra got his senses about him and reached out and grabbed onto a door frame, Sabine's doorframe. Several meters away Zeb felt the line attached to him go taught and was snapped to a halt with the force coming from his waist. Chopper chirped antagonistically at him as Zeb snarled at him trying to get at him with one hand still attached to his face. Meanwhile Ezra kept hanging on for dear life as the door opened right in front of him and Sabine looked down to see Ezra straining to hold onto her door. Ezra about let go at the sight of what she was wearing, a simple gray tank top cut slightly short with a pair of thigh high shorts replacing her normal armor. But like the armor these sleeping clothes were coated in splotches of paint giving them a look as unique as the girl wearing them.

"Alright kid, what'd Chopper do this time?" she asked leaning against the door above Ezra.

"Made Zeb angry…" he strained as he clawed for breath and a better grip.

"I see that, what does that have to do with you hanging onto my door?" Sabine groaned, puffing a stray strand of dyed orange hair out of her eyes.

"Cable…" Ezra groaned again, making Sabine peer out of the doorway and saw the taught cable attached to his belt which ended with Zeb clawing to get at Chopper who was poking at the Lasat with an electrified metal claw, making him madder and madder.

"Oh this is priceless, hold on I'm gonna get my holorecorder," Sabine laughed, "Hey Hera look at what Chopper did!" she called out as she ran into her room and scrambled around trying to find her holorecorder to film this new incident.

"Sabine!" Ezra cried out helplessly, not wanting this to go on the record.

Another one of the doors opened and the pilot yawned as she walked into the hallway to see what was going on. She bumped into the tight cable with her ankles and looked down and looked at where or rather, who, it was attached to.

"Chopper…" she groaned, "You had to?"

"What's going on-oh, I see," Kanan asked as he now noticed the situation, "Chopper you've outdone yourself."

Chopper acknowledged with Kanan as Zeb swiped at him with his free hand.

"He's done it alright! When I'm done with you you'll be powder!" Zeb snarled again as Chopper just kept antagonizing him.

"Okay that's enough you three," Hera said stepping over the cable.

"Three? I'm the victim here!" Ezra protested.

"Zeb, let it go, is that packing foam on your face?" Kanan asked, noticing that one of Zeb's arms was stuck to his face.

"The little cretin used it on me!"

"There's some dissolving solution in the kitchen, go on, we've got a lot to do today," Hera chuckled, heading to the cockpit alongside Kanan.

"Fine," Zeb growled, allowing some slack in the line.

"Finally," Ezra sighed in relief as he let go of his life line and detached the carabineer and stood up.

"Found it!" Sabine called out, holding her holorecorder in hand as she rushed into the hall, "Aww…why'd you make 'em stop?"

"We've got some stuff to get done today, we're low on everything right now, fuel, power packs, explosives, and most importantly supplies, we haven't had time to resupply in between missions."

"Tell me about it," Sabine said, "I used the last of my paint on that last op."

"Well we've got the Imperials in some kind of frenzy right now," Hera pointed out, "Lothal isn't exactly a place we can return to at the moment. We'll need to find another planet where we can resupply until things around Lothal settle down."

"Agreed, we need some place where we can blend in amongst a big crowd," Kanan grumbled.

"Without a lot of Imperials preferably," Ezra added.

"But still a place we can find all the supplies we need at a good price and not be noticed," Sabine mumbled.

"Hera, set a course to Davenport Gateway if you please," Kanan grinned confidently as he figured out the planet that satisfied all the requirements for their little band.

"What's Davenport Gateway?" Ezra asked.

"A big city planet on the outskirts of the Mid-Rim, the Imperials aren't able to keep a large presence there because of how remote it is and how bad the crime rate is. There's a huge black market presence there. If you can't find it on Davenport you can't find it anywhere else in the Outer Rim," Sabine informed their young comrade.

"We'll have to time it just right though," Hera grumbled, "The Imperials will usually cycle out their garrison troops every so often and really crack down."

"Which means we'll need to be in and out within twenty-four hours," Kanan agreed.

"Well that's also plenty of time to maybe do some shopping," Sabine carefully suggested, "I kinda ran my paint dry during that last stretch of missions. I'd like to restock if you don't mind."

"There's probably enough time for all of us to get some personal shopping done. We haven't exactly had much time to spend the credits we've gotten," Hera suggested, seeing the potential in such R&R.

"Well…I don't know, we shouldn't be splitting up with all the heat right now," Kanan mused.

"We can handle ourselves, just keep the kid within arm's reach and we'll be fine," Sabine chuckled, knowing Ezra's habit of getting into some trouble every often.

"Hey I can handle myself just fine," Ezra snapped back defensively.

"She's right, with the Inquisitor out there I want you to stick close to the ship. We can't afford to lose you Ezra, do you have any idea how lucky we were to find you?" Kanan chided him, morphing subtly into 'Jedi Master' mode again.

"And what about everyone else? I'm pretty sure the others have got their own ID's out there for every Imperial cop and stormtrooper to be looking for."

"He's not wrong y'know," Hera pointed out, "With all the trouble we've been causing you can be sure the Imperials are definitely getting the word out."

"You're right," Kanan nodded, putting a hand to his chin and rubbed his beard gently in contemplation, "Davenport Gateway is the busiest space port in the sector. Ships come and go all the time and it's a hotbed of crime and corruption. If I were the Empire I'd expect a wanted fugitive to go there but the odds of actually seeing us are slim."

"So why are we even worrying? We blended in on Lothal just fine and it's way quieter than Davenport is," Sabine said with a hint of irritation.

"Best not to take a chance, better ditch the armor for now Sabine. And the rest of you change out of your usual clothes and switch to something else, preferably something that you haven't worn on Lothal."

"We don't exactly have much of a wardrobe Kanan," Hera said politely, but got what he was getting at.

The odds were against them being discovered already, but with everything going on Kanan decided an easy precaution like changing out their usual clothes which they wore whenever on a mission would be a good way to stack the deck. You couldn't be too careful out here, especially when they'd been stirring the pot like mad the past few weeks. The Empire wasn't the type of government that would take their attacks laying down. Kanan already knew that there were bounties on their heads, but what the bounty was exactly was unknown. But knowing the Empire that bounty was sure to be going out to every bounty hunter in the sector.

Hera went and relaxed in her pilot's seat as she began to tap in the coordinates for their hyperspace jump to Davenport Gateway. It was a straight shot, and they'd arrive within a few hours, hopefully they'd arrive in a quiet time when the Imperials weren't reinforcing their garrison and their arrival would be unnoticed among the chaos. So she didn't expect much to happen, but couldn't help but think that something was wrong. Whether it was on the Ghost or elsewhere she didn't know, but call it woman's intuition she just didn't like it. However there was nothing to be done, they were off to their next destination to refill, resupply, and reequip. What could go wrong?

Davenport Gateway

"Agent Kallus I don't think you understand how much we appreciate you being here," the chief of police of Davenport Gateway said graciously as the two men walked through the metallic halls of the Imperial Security Bureau Headquarters on the planet, "Our resources are spread incredibly thin right now, not even the stops made by the Relentless Battle Group have been able to bring the planet into some kind of order."

"I'm not here to do the job you were tasked with Commander. I'm here for my own reasons and that alone is the reason for your new reinforcements," Kallus responded dismissively. He knew Davenport Gateway's reputation, his first assignment in the ISB had been here, tracking down smugglers running Death Sticks laced with very dangerous toxins. Of course he'd succeeded, but it was the experience of knowing how difficult it was to track down someone on this planet that had brought him back.

"Well the security forces we have are at your disposal."

"Of course they are, I requisitioned them, Kallus thought tiredly to himself.

He hadn't been forced to work with the local law enforcement, and was glad for it. These fools were quite inept at anything but normal day-to-day operations and had always been on the receiving end of several embarrassments that had seen their police chiefs cycle through as rapidly as the Imperial battle groups could resupply the garrison. But this one had made it longer than the last one, and seeing as the last chief was the previous record holder that was an accomplishment. So he couldn't be that incompetent.

"Are the preparations I requested ready?" Kallus asked, brushing off the officer's talk.

"Of course, we have already wired our security feeds of every dock and landing pad and we've staked out the rail terminals with my best men and have handed out the signal jammers you sent over. However I am most curious about the request to have a single anti-gravity restraining system prepared in a storage room. Why only one and why there? Isn't the rebel cell in question made up of five individuals?"

"You will find out when we accomplish the first phase of my operation. And make no mistake, if the first phase fails then all of this will have been for nothing. And then all hopes you had for promotion will disappear."

"Agent Kallus I know this city, and I know my men, we won't fail you."

"But you don't know these Rebels."

And Chapter One is finished, I'll have the next one up and ready ASAP. In the meantime any suggestions or pointers are always appreciated.

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