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Exploration on the Ghost (Working Title.)	By : WizardMan Category: +S through Z > Star Wars Rebels Views: 21043 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Exploration on the Ghost (Working Title.)
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Sorry its been a while. New chapter should be up soon (hopefully.)
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“Hold on tight!”
   The Ghost lurched violently to the side.
   “They’re gaining on us!” Sabine shouted over the comlink.
   “I know, I know! Maybe if you hit a few of them, I could steady us out.” replied Hera.
   “I’m trying! There’s just too many of them!” yelled Sabine. “If only they’d stop moving so fast!”
   “Chopper, are you on the top gun yet?” Hera yelled over the comlink. “Chopper?”
   “Arabast! Chopper’s down at the gunner console!” Yelled the loud angry voice of Zeb.
   “Take the gunner’s seat then, Zeb.” replied Hera. “Stupid astromech is useless.” she murmured to herself.

The ship rocked violently in response to the Imperial barrage. Dozens of TIE Fighters closed in on the Ghost on its route to leave Lothal.
“They must finally be catching on.” Zeb shouted. “This is only the seven-thousandth bloody time we’ve flown out of the atmosphere of this bloody system. I’m surprised Kallus finally figured it out.”
“Ugh, where are those two? They’ve been gone for hours.” Sabine mentioned
“Well, worrying about ‘em ain’t gonna bring ‘em back to us. Right now we’ve got our own problems. So I suggest you keep shootin’.”
“Both of you, quiet over the coms.” shouted Hera. “I need to concentrate!”
“Aye, aye, cap’n,” replied Zeb, sarcastically.
Sabine shot wildly at the in-coming assault. The giant gun on the back of the ship had always been one of Sabine’s least favorite means of destruction. Though she loved causing plenty of mayhem for the Empire, this gun, while destructive, was also incredibly clunky and not very reliable; certainly not Sabine’s favorite choice of mayhem. She prefered the elegance of a blaster-pistol, sleek and efficient, or the graceful beauty of a well-timed explosion. For her, those things were graceful works of art, the mounted gun was a piece of uninspiring junk. While she attempted to conquer the guns infuriating controls, she couldn’t help but worry about Kanan and Ezra. There had been no sign of either of them for hours, and it was time for the Ghost to make a full retreat.
“Guys?” A voice spoke over the comlink channel in a wave of static. “This is Specter 6. Can you hear me?” It was Ezra.
“This is Specter 2. Yeah, we can hear you Specter 6. Is Specter 1 with you?” replied Hera.
“Yes he is, Specter 2, but he’s a bit occupied. Listen, he told me to tell you to go on without us. We’ll meet you at the rendezvous-point when we can. Specter 6 out.”
“Alright, you heard him, we’re going to the rendezvous without them.” Hera commanded. She set up the coordinates and prepared to make the jump to hyperspace.
Sabine felt her stomach lurch at the thought of leaving Ezra and Kanan behind. She didn’t know what it was, but couldn’t help from feeling particularly scared for Ezra’s safety. She disliked him initially for his flirting and childish stupidity, but he had grown on her as of late. As Hera announced the jump, Sabine swallowed hard. Within in moments, the stars flew past her and Lothal, along with the TIEs were all lightyears behind her. And so were Kanan and Ezra. Oh Ezra, she thought.
Sabine stood up and picked up her helmet from its place on the gunner’s chair and proceeded to walk out of the room into the hallway. She walked by the loading area where she saw Zeb fumbling around on Chopper’s circuits, quietly swearing and muttering angrily. Hera came down the ladder from the cockpit and stood on the landing.
“We’ll be going steady like this for a few hours.” she announced. Looking at Sabine’s worried face. Hera attempted to comfort her. “Don’t worry, Sabine. They’ll be fine. We’ll meet up with them soon.” “I know,” Sabine replied. “I’ll be in my cabin.” “That’s fine by me,” said Hera. “I’ll be monitoring the cockpit, and Zeb will be fixing Chopper.” Zeb looked over and growled.
Sabine walked down the hall to the cabin area. She stood in front of her door and pressed the button. The door slid open and she walked inside. Sabine tossed her helmet to the side, landing on a table, and undid her belt, letting it fall to the ground, blasters and all. She kicked it to the side as she made her way past the large rebellion mural on her wall, jumping and landing onto her bed. The door closed as it did automatically. For a while she sat propped on up her pillow, staring at the blank spot on her ceiling. Being only sixteen and forced to fight in order to survive was a hard way to live. Perhaps her anxiety surrounding Ezra was just a normal feeling she usually tried to suppress. She sat for half an hour, staring at that empty spot and listening to the rhythmic whur of the air duct within her room.
Finally, she got up off her back and decided to do something about that empty spot. After all, art had always helped her get over hard things in the past. She went over to her dresser and pressed the button to open the top drawer. Since she rarely wore anything other than her Mandalorian armor, she had plenty of space in her dresser. This space had been occupied by piles of paint-dispensers, both explosive and nonexplosive. Being careful to pick up a nonexplosive dispenser, she closed the drawer and climbed up onto her bed. She stood close to the low ceiling, now attempting to think of something to paint. She stood there, thinking for sometime when she finally fell down onto her knees, letting her legs slide down onto the floor so that she was sitting on her bed. The paint-dispenser in her hand dropped to the floor.
She let out a sigh, feeling sorely uninspired. It had something to do with Ezra. She sat in somber quietness until finally, a thought crossed her mind. Maybe I… want to have sex with him… Embarrassed by this thought, she let it go from her mind. She blushed a bit, beginning to perspire. She kicked her boots off. Of course not, how absurd. She unlatched her breastplate and discarded it to the side. I just care for him... like a friend. She took off her gloves and all of her padding. He’s just a friend. She just cares about him like a friend, and Kanan too of course. Off with her undershirt. Just a friend… Off with her pants. Just a friend…
She stood up, now completely naked. Just a friend; the thought lingered in her head. She walked over to the dresser and pressed a button, opening the third drawer. She looked for a pair of pajamas to wear for a nap. As she grabbed one of her only pairs, she looked at its shiny fabric in her hands. Slowly, she let the pair slide out and onto the floor. Closing the drawer, she sauntered back over to her bed naked. She sat down, awkwardly and proceeded to think. Do I like him? Her vagina began feeling wet, her nipples hardened a bit, her heartbeat slowly increased. Maybe he isn’t just my friend… She propped up onto the bed and spread her legs, allowing her feet to dangle out over the floor. She slowly put one finger down towards her wet pussy. “Oh, Ezra…” she whispered. Her face felt hot and her heart soared. It felt very wrong to think… but also very right. She slid her hand passed her pubic hair, slowly caressing the lips of her vagina. “Oh, Ezra… yes.” She repeated quietly. She slipped one finger inside and let out a sharp gasp. She had done this a few times before, but never felt very comfortable about it, nor had she ever done it to someone she knew before, someone like Ezra. She quietly began stroking her clit, every once in a while slipping a few fingers into her wet opening and feeling around. It felt so good. “Fuck… oh fuck…” she whispered quietly. The awkwardness was gone, her speed was increasing, she began rubbing harder. Her heartbeat continued to increase, she was sweating. Panting furiously, she rubbed herself faster and faster. Her sharp breaths and sudden loud squeals were sure to be heard. “Oh fuck, Ezra, I want you so bad… Fuck me!” she whimpered, trying her best to stay quiet. She worked away at it, getting into a rhythm with it. I want him so bad, she thought. I want him inside me, I want to fuck him. The thoughts were little pieces that brought out a small bit of embarrassment, but also a lot of pride in some strange way. Her sweaty legs jerked as she touched herself. It felt so good… She slid her legs up onto her bed, planting her feet onto the bedsheets as she arched her back. Being so flexible and fit from all of the fighting she partakes in, she was able to easily prop herself up, feeling the rush hit her as she stroked. She cupped one of her tits in her hand as she continued to slide her other into her pussy. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” She shout-whispered.
Finally, she reached her climax. A wave of pleasure washed over her, and like that, it was over. Her back came down from its arch until she was laying down. One of her legs extended out while the other was still bent, with her knee in the air and her foot still planted on her bed. She was slowing coming down from it, her breathing and heartbeat began coming back to normal. Taking a breath, she sat up and moved back her orange bangs away from her eyes with her non-sticky hand. Now all sweaty and with a small mess on her sheets, she got up and walked over to her dresser. Opening another drawer, she found a bathrobe and slipped it on. She looked over at the bed, embarrassment came over her again. She quickly pulled a blanket over the bed to conceal the fresh stain before slipping out of her door into the hallway and quietly walking down to the bathroom for a shower.
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