Notes: Hope I haven't kept you waiting too long. This is the beginning of the Narr Shaddaa arc. I'd like to thank everyone who's reviewed, your comments inspire me to write. To answer eye of sparta, I'm probably going to have the inquisitors show up in the Alderaan arc, maybe a little bit before, at the end of what I'm going to call the transition arc. Also I decided to experiment with onomatopoeia in this chapter.

Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars Rebels or any of its characters. I have no affiliation with Disney or Lucasfilm. I am making no money off this and am writing purely because I feel like it.

Ch 6 Reunion

**BZZT** static is aired over comms onboard the Ghost. Eventually Zeb's voice rang through. "Specter 4 to Ghost…. Specter 4 to Ghost… Come in Ghost… Do you read?"

Kanan and Hera had gotten hot and heavy once more to distract themselves from the worry they had for Zeb and Ezra. Things had progressed subsequently farther than before they were interrupted by Rex and Ahsoka. Kanan had let his hair down, and lost his shirt along with the aromor that adorned his right arm and his gloves. Hera had removed the cap that hugged her lekku, goggles, and gloves; and let her flight suit open and droop down exposing her nape, shoulders, and everything in-between. Hera dug her claw like nails into Kanan and ran them across his back leaving red lines in their wake, streams of blood flowing from top few, adding to those left by an earlier tryst. Kanan grunted in pain and ecstasy as he further adorned her neck with kisses, and she gasped in pleasure.

Upon hearing Zeb's transmission Hera and Kanan separated, and caught their breaths. Kanan walked over to the control panel and responded and Hera sat back down in her seat. "This is Specter 1; we read you loud and clear… Did you receive our coordinates?" He asked still short of breath.

After a minute, Zeb responded. "Yeah, just need to know what hangar to head for."

"Hangar 8… What's your ETA?" Kanan answered curtly.

**CLANK** the sudden sound, heard over the comm, made Hera and Kanan's expressions change from weary to worried, but before Kanan could inquire about it Zeb responded. "Uhh… We'll be there in a few seconds…" **BOOM** a small explosion was heard over the comm, causing Hera and Kanan's faces to contort more with fear for their comrades. "…One problem, we're coming in hot!" Zeb spoke trying to stay calm, but the panic was evident in his voice. Hera straightened up her flight suit as Kanan grabbed his shirt, hastily throwing it on and breaking for the door so that he might be able to help Zeb and Ezra when they crash land.

**CRASH** Kanan exited the Ghost as Phantom and interlocked bounty hunter ship made contact with the ground. The two ships separated and slid towards the Ghost. Kanan extended his arms and took a wide stance, using the Force to push against the oncoming ships and force them to a stop. Hera and Sabine came running out, Chopper was still charging, and Hera was still missing her gloves and head gear. "WHAT'S GOING ON?!" Sabine yelled, maintaining composure, but still worried, as she exited the ship with blasters drawn, before bringing her full sprint to a dead stop by Kanan, staring at the scene before her with wide eyes. Hera however, slowed down, stopping at the ship's threshold, bringing her hand to her mouth as she gasped. The auxiliary ships spun as they moved further toward the Ghost, and Kanan grunted as he flexed out his arms and put more effort into stopping the ships. The bounty hunter ship tumbled over and began to roll, its hatch was ripped off in the constant impacts on the ground, and as it continued the still unconscious Ezra and the dragonsnake head were flung from the ship. Ezra flew across the hangar crashed into Sabine, putting her flat on her back, and knocking her blaster pistols from her hands; the dragonsnake head collided with Kanan, knocking him over, it landing with his head perfectly in its mouth; and the Mandalorian helmet that Ezra hat earlier donned tumbled on the ground eventually stopping at Hera's feet. The bounty hunter ship crashed into a wall to the left of the Ghost, lying on its side, and the Phantom screeched to a halt a mere meter away from Kanan.

Hera bent over and picked up the Mandalorian helmet, and just looked at the disaster before her without saying a word. Kanan sat up and tugged off the decapitated dragonsnake had from his own. He looked left and right, taking in the all the wreckage, before spotting the Phantom right in front of him, and then the dragonsnake head in his hands. He was about to say something, but before he could Ezra shot up and hollered, "HANDS OF! That's my bantha steak, Kanan." And then he collapsed back on top of Sabine. She grunted, as she sat up, holding Ezra in her lap. The scene with his padawan in Mandalorian armor only added to Kanan's questions.

"SOMBODY BETTER HAVE AN EXPLANATION FOR THIS!" Kanan yelled exasperated.

"UHh… It's kinda a long story… heh heh…" Zeb tried to play the whole thing off, as he emerged from the crashed bounty hunter ship.

"Explain!" Hera calmly demanded, relieved everyone came back in one piece, but still worried that whatever they pulled down on Nal Hutta woul come back to bite them.

"Why is Ezra dressed like a Mandalorian, and where'd he get the armor?" Sabine asked, worried and curious, but relieved he was fine over all.

"We'll explain everything, but first I gotta know…" Lanna's voice rung, as she joined Zeb in the hangar. "Do you steal hi food often? Because he keeps going on about it in his sleep." She questioned Kanan, pointing at Ezra.

Kanan furrowed his brow and with a calm anger questioned the male Lasat. "Zeb, what'd you do?"

**SNIFF** **SNIFF** Sabine had picked up a faint scent, and finally identified it and its source. She sat up straight, no longer bent over Ezra, and shot a finger toward Zeb. "YOU TOOK HIM TO A PLEASURE PALACE! DID"T YOU?!" she accused the Lasat, finger pointed, trembling with rage and frustration.

"WHAT?!" Zeb responded.

"GARAZEB ORRELIOS!" Hera shouted in a motherly accusing tone.

"That's not what happened!" Zeb shrunk, cowering in fear of the wrath of his female crewmates, they thinking he had corrupted their youngest member.

Lanna just looked on in amusement as the scene unfolded before her.

Back on the Ghost Zeb and Lanna had finished explaining their Nal Hutta adventure to the Ghost crew around the dejarik table. Chopper roved in. He saw Lanna, and bbebed and whirred, it translated to "Hey! What's going on?"

"Hey, Chopper. We're going to need you to run diagnostics on the Phantom and make a list of parts we'll need to repair it." Hera told the grumpy astromech.

"What?!" Chopper grumped in binary, rushing outside to see why the Phantom would need repairs. His frustrated beeps and spinning of servos when he saw the wreckage could be heard from where the crew sat.

Ezra walked in groggily, rubbing his head. "When did I get back to my cabin, and why does my head hurt?" he asked. He looked up and saw the crew plus Lanna gathered around the dejarik table; from left to right, Lanna, Zeb, Kanan, Hera, Sabine. "Did you two make out on my head again?" Ezra questioned, looking at Zeb and Lanna.

"You What?!" Kanan questioned Zeb, surprised. Sabine and Hera shot him dirty looks.

"You left that out of your story." Hera added.

"That's 'cause it didn't happen!" Zeb defended fervently.

"So you two weren't on top of his head?" Sabine questioned, somewhat hostile.

"No we were. We just didn't make out." Lanna answered honestly. Kanan, Hera, and Sabine shot eye daggers at Zeb, and all he could do was frown and drag one of his massive mitts down his face.

"Sabine why don't you check Ezra's head, and change his bandages, while we discuss what Miss Illusoon plans to do from here." Hera told Sabine in a motherly tone.

"Fine." Sabine said rolling her eyes, and uncrossing her arms as she got up. "Come on…" she said grabbing Ezra by the arm and dragging him off as they left the commons.

"So, what do you pan to do from here?" Kanan questioned Lanna.

"I haven't really given it much thought. I was just concentrating on getting off Nal Hutta in one piece." she replied.

"Well, what do you want to do?" Hera questioned this time.

"I want to avenge my people." She said bluntly.

"So you plan to fight the Empire?" Kanan questioned further.

"Yeah." She was curt.

"Why don't ya join us?" Zeb asked blushing. She turned to look at him and saw his blush. She immediately whipped her head to its original position, and stared down at the dejarik table, blushing in turn.

"I wouldn't mind, but don't they have the final say in this." she replied motioning toward Kanan and Hera.

Zeb was about to say something, but before he could speak, Hera did. "She's right…" She and Kanan shared a look. "You can take the spare bunk in Sabine's room." She continued.

"Wait does this mean…?" Lanna began to question, a little teary eyed.

"Welcome to the crew." Kanan answered with a smug smirk. "You better get some rest. We're going on a supply run tomorrow." Kanan informed her as he and Hera got up and left for their quarters.

"I'll help ya get settled in." Zeb said with a toothy grin.

**Smack** "Argh!" Ezra moaned, arching his back and drawing his shoulder blades together as Sabine slapped a bacta-patch on his bare back.

"Ahh… pipe down ya big baby." Sabine sighed, arms crossed, giving Ezra an eye roll. "If it hurts so much, you shouldn't have gotten yourself injured in the first place." she pouted as she lectured him. "Now come here." She grabbed the back of his head and pulled it down in front of her so she could thoroughly examine it.

"It's not like I did it on purpose." Ezra grouchily retorted dreariness and pain still evident in his voice. That dreariness, however, was quickly dispelled and replaced the red hot blush as he soon realized that he was at eye level with and mere inches away from Sabine's breasts. Feeling the heat on his face, Ezra's body tensed and he tried to quiet his now heavy breathing, hoping Sabine wouldn't notice his change in demeanor.

Ezra's gaze and flushed face was not lost on her, but she chose to let him think that she didn't notice. She just gave a quiet smirk and thought to herself 'boys…' as she brushed her hands through Ezra's checking his head for injuries. "Seriously… you and Zeb together is a recipe for disaster." Sabine sighed.

"What do you mean?!" Ezra choked out, his voice a few octaves higher than the norm, still hoping Sabine hadn't noticed his flushed face.

"Really… What about the Tie-fighter incident? ...or the time we got chased by the inquisitors?" Sabine rolled her eyes, and gave a coquettish smile, as she continued to lecture him and run her hands through his hair, silently taking note of how smooth and soft his hair was, getting a little annoyed as she thought that it might be nicer than her own. She might be a Mandalorian, she was still a girl, and him having nicer hair than her kind of irritated her.

"How was the inquisitor thing our fault? We didn't call them up and invite them over… OW!" Ezra retorted before he was cut off by a cry of pain as he jerked back and shot Sabine a dirty look. She had found a tender spot and decided to put some pressure on it, partly to teach Ezra a lesson, partly to get him to shut up, and partly because she was jealous of his hair.

"You got a few lumps, but you'll be fine." Sabine shot him a sadistic smirk, with a coquettish gleam in her eye, and a slight and an almost unnoticeable pink tint on her cheeks. She couldn't help it as she gazed at Ezra's naked torso; hours upon hours of lightsaber training had given him a chiseled chest and well defined abs. He was filling out nicely and she appreciated how. 'What are you thinking; he's like a little brother. You can't look at him like that.' Sabine had to mentally reprimand herself to calm down. She hated her hormones getting the better of her, and hoped Ezra didn't notice the blush on her face.

There was an awkward silence for what seemed like the longest time.

"So…" Ezra broke the silence, awkwardly putting his hands on the back of his head. Turning his gaze towards Sabine, she shyly and defensively shrugged her shoulders reaching one arm across her abdomen to grab onto the other, still embarrassed by the unnoticeable blush on her face. Of course he didn't notice, and she didn't know whether to be relieved of pissed at how dense he could be. "You notice the hickies Kanan and Hera?"

Sabine released her clenched arm and brought her hand to her mouth as she chuckled, deciding to be relieved he didn't notice the blush on her face. 'This he notices.' she thought to herself. "Yeah who do they think they're fooling?"

"Right… Always coming up with an excuse to sneak off together whenever we have some down time." Ezra continued. "Wanna mess with them?" he asked with a wry smile and a devilish look in his eyes.

"What did you have in mind?" Sabine asked returning Ezra's look.

The two teens snickered evilly as they began to plot against their leaders. It was at least an hour before the returned to their bunks to go to sleep.

Sabine noticed her new bunkmate in her cabin, but was too tired to care. She climbed up to the top bunk to turn in for the night, maybe a little peeved since she preferred the bottom.

More Notes: Sorry for the wait. Hope Everyone enjoys this chapter. I'll try not to make you wait so long for the next one.