Notes: This was suppose to have been longer and posted sooner, but I got the first half of it written, switch the pov and then hit writers block. I finally decided to just post what I have so far and then hopefully I'll be able to get rid of my writers block for the rest soon

"Karablast!" The rebel, Ezra thought he'd heard the girl call him Zeb or something like that, swore loudly as the sound of stormtroopers drew nearer and while Ezra didn't know the exact meaning of what he'd said, he echoed the sentiment. They had at most, seconds, before the troopers came through the door; which really wasn't much time to think up a plan.

Had he been alone he probably could have easily come up with a quick plan, over the years he'd gotten quite good at improvising to get out of trouble after all, he suspected this time wouldn't be so easy however. The presence of the Rebels complicated things, he didn't know enough about them to predict what they might do, which made it incredibly hard to plan around them.

Were he to re-enter the vents, it was very well possible that they might decide to sell him out to the Imperials in order to gain a chance to escape. Admittedly he hadn't gotten the sense that they were the kind of people to do that, but he hadn't survived this long by blindly believing in people. That was just asking to get hurt.

Escaping unnoticed was definitely off the table, and that unfortunately left him with one option, he'd have to fight. In general, Ezra had no problem with fighting, he was more than capable of doing it and even killing his enemies when necessary, however that wasn't the problem. Fights tended to be loud and eye catching which was great if you were trying to do something like cause a distraction, but for someone like him who wanted to avoid drawing attention, they were a problem.

It wasn't like he had much of a choice though, so he reluctantly drew his blaster from it's holster on his leg. The old DE-10 fit comfortably enough in his hand but he found himself wishing he was using one of his lightsabers instead; his old inquisitor's lightsaber, and the new white bladed one he'd built were both weapons that he was experienced in fighting with, while blaster's were still rather new territory for him.

Lightsaber's were hardly conspicuous though, and even his new one which looked like and could be used as a zip gun, would hardly fool people once the blade was ignited. Using it would be like shouting from the rooftops 'Hey, force user here! Come and get me.', which was hardly a smart thing to do in the first place, let alone when you were already being hunted by the Empire. For now he was stuck with the blaster, still at least he'd get in some good target practice.

Out of the corner of his eye he could see the Rebels readying their weapons as well, no doubt they had also realized they'd have to fight.

The Mandalorian shot a suspicious glance at the blaster in his hand, or at least he thought she did, the helmet made it rather hard to tell; any chance she had to say something was lost as the office door slid open and they came face to face with a squad of stormtroopers.

"Drop your weapons Rebel scum!" The lead trooper ordered, gesturing towards the three of them in a threatening manner with the muzzle of his gun.

"Uh excuse me?" Ezra asked, making an annoyed gesture with the hand that wasn't holding his blaster, "I'm not a rebel, me and them, we're not together."

"Hmph, yeah you're just a dirty thief." The rebel known as the Zeb muttered, earning a nonchalant shrug from Ezra in response,

"Thief is such a crude word, I prefer Liberator of Items and Information." It was obvious the troopers has no idea what to make of the exchange, they kept looking back and forth between Ezra and the Rebels in confusion, which was exactly what Ezra had hoped would happen.

Taking advantage of their distraction, Ezra rushed straight at them before crouching low and swinging out his leg to knock the feet out from under several of them; at the same he raised his blaster, aiming
at one of the still standing troopers before pulling the trigger. Their body hit the ground with a loud thud and the sound seemed to stir the rebels, who up till that point had just been staring at the fight in surprise, into action and they quickly joined the fray.

Between the three of them the fight was over almost before it had begun and they were left standing among a pile of unconscious stormtroopers. Ezra shook his head slightly in disbelief,

"That….was actually kind of sad." When they didn't have overwhelming numbers or the element of surprise on their side, the Empire's troops were really rather pathetic.

"Hah, it's the Empire, what do you expect." The fight seemed to have vastly improved Zeb's mood as well as his opinion of Ezra, and he punched the boy lightly on the arm, nearly knocking him over in the process. "You're not too bad a fighter, kid."

"Uh, thanks?" Ezra wasn't too sure what to make of the sudden friendliness, but he didn't have the chance to give it much thought before distant sound of footsteps reached his ears. "I don't suppose there's any chance that could be your friends I hear coming?" He asked.

The two rebels glanced at each other before shaking their heads,

"Wrong direction." The girl informed him, a frown clearly audible in her voice, no doubt she wasn't feeling any more thrilled at the prospect of facing more troopers then he was.

"Probably should get out of here while we still can." Zeb suggested, and Ezra couldn't help but nod in agreement. As therapeutic as it could be to beat up bucketheads every once and awhile, his plans for the day had already gone awry enough as it was, he really didn't want to take any more chances.

Of course, he wasn't really sure how he was going to get out yet; going back through the vents was out of the question, given the fact that the Empire already knew there were intruders, it wasn't unreasonable to assume that they'd be scanning the building for life signs. He'd have to come up with something else, maybe…
His thoughts trailed off as he realized the two rebels were staring at him,

"What?"

"Are you coming or…" It took a moment for the Mandalorian's words to really register, but Ezra's eyes widened in surprise when they finally did. So did Zeb's,

"What? Sabine! We can't bring him with us!" Apparently his opinion of Ezra hadn't improved quite as much as he'd thought it had,

"We can't just leave him here!"

"Says who? The kid seems perfectly capable of taking care of himself." Ezra let out an angry sigh, though neither of the rebels seemed to hear it, it as neither the time or place to stand around arguing; not to mention he really didn't appreciate people trying to make decisions for him, he'd had more than enough of that in his life already.

"Hey, if you guys want to stand around arguing until the Imps show up then be my guest, but I'm getting out of here." Without waiting for an answer, he took off down the hall.