Ezra was getting ready for a mission that he was leading for the next few month's. He was packing his bags in his room on the Ghost when he herd a knock on the door.

Ezra turned around to see Hera at the door. "Hey Hera, aren't you suppose to be at a meeting?" Ezra asked her. "I am, but I wanted to say goodbye to you first" she replied.

"Oh. Well I'm almost done with packing" Ezra said as he looked around the room for things. "Its going to be quite around here without you messing things up" Hera told him.

"Hey I don't mess everything up" Ezra replied as he picked up his bag and put it over his shoulders. Ezra was the leader of a three month mission with 9 other rebels. He thought this would be a great chance to build up his reputation on the base and help him with his rebel skills.

"So you have everything?" Hera asked him. "Yes I do" Ezra replied. "Are you sure" Hera asked. "Yeah here in sure".
"You aren't forgetting anything, are you?"
Ezra laughed.

"Hera, your such a mom, you know that" Ezra laughed. "What did you just say?" Hera asked the teen. "Your such a mom. You worry to much over nothing" Ezra laughed as he walked passed her to the door.

"Just stay safe alright, i don't want anyone getting killed, we've lost enough already" Hera told Ezra with a more serious tone. Ezra turned to her. "No matter how many we lose, we gain more. We lost many today, but tomorrow the'll be more of us" Ezra said to Hera as he walked out the door.

Ezra was going to be staying at a rebel base on a planet closer to the interior of the galaxy, to keep an eye on imperial activity. He promised the crew that he would send letters to them when ever he could and that he would be back soon.

Little did they both know, that that would be their last conversation together in person.

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They were found. The rebel camp was found and every rebel was taken or killed. One of them, being the young Jedi rebel himself.

He laid there in the grass, the wind blowing lightly, causing the grass to flow. Ezra opened his eye's. He looked up at the stary sky that was above him.
He reached his hand out to the stars, his hand soaked in blood there he was shot in the gut.

I may not live to see are glory

Hera and Kanan were at central command talking when a rebel soilder ran into them, a letter in hand. "General Syndula" he spoke, the two turned to him.

"There's a letter from rebel base from the close interior"

But I will gladly join the fight

"Its from are crew member Ezra Bridger, we'll read it later" Hera replied as she turned to continue her conversation with Kanan.

"No it's not" he interrupted. The two turned to him in confution.

And when are children tell are story..

"Can you read it?" Kanan asked of the rebel soilder.

The'll tell the story of, tonight...

"On day 27 on Tuesday, Lutenint Ezra Bridger was killed in a attack against impirial troops at the base. The rebels troops were unable to fight back against the enime and all were taken in. As you may know, lutenint Ezra Bridger was the leader for a attack against the Empire, but was unsuccessful" the soilder spoke out.

The two stood there, frozen in time. Their youngest member. There youngest friend. Their youngest family member, was killed and is now gone.

Tomorrow the'll be more of us...

They felt as if the world has stopped and their harts had shattered. Hera stayed quiet and started walking out of the room. "Hera are you alright?" Kanan asked her. She stopped at the exit door.

"I have so much work to do" she said simply as she walked out of the room.
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Sorry it's crappy, but it's late and I'm half dead right now.