I stepped out of the RV to see a blue force field, sparking with electricity, a couple of feet away. A voice and beeping came from the front of the vehicle. My body turned in the other direction and walked to find a quiet place to think. I stopped and sat down, laying up against one of the wheels of the RV.

Pulling my legs up to my chest, I stared out at the tall, dried grass. It swayed and danced as the wind blew calmly through the air. I remember my mother telling me her poems before going to bed. Her favorite was the one she told me almost every night before saying other poems. It was her first poem she ever wrote.

'The wind of tomorrow blows away...'

I never knew what she meant by that, still don't today. That's when spotting the sun setting in the distance.

'As the setting sun goes from night to day...'

It falls and rises, ends and starts a whole new day and night. What more to it than that. Right?

'Can't stop thinking how it all works...'

It's been bothering me every time I remember or been told again. My father always says there is a story in every word and movement being made. Every emotion and memory scratched down in the brain. Things to remember and things you truly just want to forget or let go. Yet, it stays with all the pain and suffering along with it.

No matter how much you want to forget, it never leaves and your stuck with it. How to get rid of it was always the question that had never been answered, for me at least.

'From cloud nine, down where shadows lurk...'

What did that mean? I never knew. Maybe, it has to do with...watching your back? No.

'To the clear blue skies...down deep inside...it's calling me...'

   "Saying that I am free."

   I jumped at the sudden voice of the woman. Yet, now it sounds so familiar for some reason.

   "Mom?" I whispered, looking around for something but nothing was there. I looked down disappointed and curl up more.

   "Ezra? Who are you talking to?" My head jerks up to see Hera and the little robot near her.

   "Nothing," I say with some annoyance, standing, "Is it time to go?" She nodded her head with worry and turned walking to the now fixed door. I was about to follow when something zapped me on the shin. The little robot zoomed around me quickly and ran into the RV.

   "Hey, get back here you bucket of bolts!" I ran after the devious little machine into the Ghost. The little robot chirped with laugher as it returned into its little place in the driving area. The small door shut which cut off me from the robot.

"I'll get you next time," I muttered, walking away. I could tell that it was celebrating its victory but let it slide...for now.

"So, what are we going to do now?" Kanan asked Hera. I sat at on the couch, away from their meeting and quietly listened.

"I'll talk with Fulcrum to see if there are any other clues to find the cure," she said.

"What do we do with the kid?" Zeb asked, pointing his thumb over his shoulder at me. Kanan and Hera glanced at me then talked to each other. Feeling self conscious, I folded my arms around myself. This wasn't fair. Why do they get to decide what to do with me? I can make my own decisions.

"Ezra, what do you want to do?" My gaze turned to the others but didn't show that I was confused.

Instead, I thought about it for a moment before sighing. "I want to help if you really are trying to find a cure," I said, standing and walking over to the table.

Hera and Kanan smiled a little in approval. Sabine seemed disgusted by the idea and Zeb didn't seem to care.

"Alright, so it's settled," Hera approved.

"What! Who says Zeb or I like the idea?" Sabine shouted, slamming her fist on the table.

"I honestly don't care," Zeb said, getting a dagger-filled glare from Sabine.

  "Then it's settled, Ezra can stay," Kanan said. Sabine grunted in anger and stomped off to the bedrooms. She slammed the door behind her. I could see some of the knob on the door melted.

   "Seriously, what's her deal with me?" I asked.

   "She didn't have the...best of a past but just give her time," Hera said.

   "Whatever," I muttered and sat on the couch, crossing my arms. Hera and Zeb left to different parts of the RV but Kanan stayed. He sat next to me on the couch.

   "Who are you people? I mean, you saved but kidnapped me. You risked your lives to get me out of the mob of troopers. I just don't get it," I said, confused.

   "We aren't like the people you've met in your past. We help people who need it and try to hurt the Empire day by day," Kanan explained, "It's basically your everyday rebel, protecting what you think is right."

   "How do I know that you're not lying and that I'm not about to fall into another trap?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

   "Well, am I?" He asked. I opened my mouth to reply but no words came out. I closed my mouth and sat back in the seat.

   It was silent between the both of us for the rest of the ride until feeling a jerk. My eyes averted to out the window and noticed that we were in some kind of town.

   "Where are we?" I asked Kanan. While standing, he says, "Tarkintown. Ring any bells? It's been in the Lothal area since the asteroid that changed everything."

   Soon Sabine, Zeb, and Hera walked in from the different parts of the Ghost.

   "Let's move out," Kanan ordered. I stood up and followed them out of the RV. Kanan and Hera went one way while Zeb and Sabine went the other with crates.

   "Where are they going?" I asked.

   "If I told you, then I'll have to kill you," Zeb said, pushing two crates past me into the town.

   "Get a crate and pull your weight," Sabine said, blankly. She pushed her own crate and followed Zeb. It took me a second to think then grabbed a crate and pushed it in the same direction. I made sure to keep up and followed  behind Zeb and Sabine.

While we walked, there was something itching in the back of my mind.

"What's Tarkintown? I mean, why is it here with all of these people?" I asked.

"This place was made when the Empire took their farms and homes because they weren't able to pay their taxes. Now this place probably has the most poverty than any other place in Lothal. Possibly, the world," Zeb explained. I looked around at the people, the starving and homeless citizens that lost almost everything because of the Empire. Sorrow borrowed its way into my soul seeing the small, struggling town.

"So we come here and help them," Sabine added, directing her bitterness at me.

   "So what? You are Robin Hood and his merry men?" I questioned, jokingly. Instead of responding, Sabine and Zeb came to a halt, making me stop as well. They took the crates' lids off and people began to gather. I opened my crate and inside were all sorts of different foods and medicines. I was a little surprised when seeing it all but was not unexpected.

A hand laid on my shoulder which made me jump a little. I was about to attack until seeing that it was a man holding small bag of food.

"Thank you, thank you so much. If it weren't for all of you, my family would of starved," he smiled, grateful and walked away.

"But I didn't do anything," I muttered to myself, a weight pushing on my shoulders. I looked over at Sabine and Zeb with smiles on their faces as people gladly took what they needed.

They were suffering more than me because of the Empire. These people could of been killed or fallen to the sickness if it wasn't for the crew saving them. My insides turned as a knot of guilt formed. What have I done to deserve their gratitude? None of it.

   I turned on my feet and walked back to the RV. This was what my parents did for people when everyone lost hope. I felt sick knowing that I've done the complete opposite pretty much my whole life. Tessbo, even if he was a huge jerk, risked his life to save people from awful virus.

   I opened the door and stammered up the steps, closing it behind me. I sat on the couch and brought my legs to my chest then stared at the wall. My thoughts swirled into overdrive and it raged to find some kind of answer.

"Monster lies beneath the mask."

My eyes snapped opened when the door opened and in walked Sabine. She, of course, glared at me and grabbed a cup, filling it with water.

"So," I said, randomly, "Who are you people? You're not exactly criminals." She turned and leaned against the counter.

"Why is that any of your business?" She asked, hissing in annoyance then taking a sip.

   "You're right, it's none of my business until it did," I stood up and walked over to her, "It became my business when I decided to help you all with your mission." My eyes narrowed and arms crossed while standing straight in front of her.

   A glint. Small enough that it may have been missed. A glint that showed surprise until changing into fury. "You didn't need to help. If you really want to find out, watch and learn. Isn't that how that brain of yours works?" she snapped.

   "Sabine, I don't know what your deal is to make you hate me so much. But just so you know, I'm trying. I'm trying to be nice to you but it's difficult. No one has ever cared about me in years until meeting this crew, "I said, "except for you. Why do you hate me so much?"

   Sabine had another glint of surprise before changing once again. This time, it wasn't a furious look but a blank one.

   "That's my business," she said, before throwing the cup in the sink and walking out of the RV.

I sighed in frustration.

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