"Now Ezra," said Kanan calmly. Ezra had been so deep in thought that his words startled him.

"You must let go of the feelings that your memories have brought. Feelings of past mistakes only lead to guilt." He was attempting train the kid by letting him meditate on his emotions so that maybe he would be more comfortable sharing his background. Ezra, on the other hand, had zero intentions of doing so. 

His past is what drives him do do better in the future. So why would he want to just forget about it? Whenever he had tried asking his master this question, all he got was a sigh and an eye roll in return, leaving another one of Ezra's many questions about the force unanswered.

"Can we please take a break? We've been practicing for like, three millennials!" Just then, a large hairy figure pounced on the 15 year old.

"Zeb! Get off of me!" Yelled Ezra, struggling remove himself from the arms of his 300-pound roomate.

"No way! You shouldn't have called my traditional Lason slow-dance music lame!"

Kanan sighed. Maybe he could use a break too. He walked over to a large rock to meditate. Meanwhile, Ezra had managed to crawl out from under Zeb and was now blocking the Lasot's stun blasts with his newly achieved lightsaber. 

He missed one of the shots and it hit him in his arm, causing a jolt of painful electricity throughout his body.

"Aw!" He yelled, grabbing his arm. Zeb laughed.

"Nice try, Stray. Next time do what Kanan says an point the blade up!" He stopped laughing as soon as he saw the look on Ezra's face.

"What did you just call me?" His face was red and hid hands were balled into fists.

"Come on kid, I didn't mean it like that. Stop taking everything I say so personally!" He stood there, glaring at him. Whenever Zeb teased Ezra by calling him a random name, he usually gets him back by calling him something equally as insulting. So why was this time any different?

"Zeb, what's going on over here?" demanded Kanan. They hadn't seen him walk over.

"Nothing, the kid's just mad because I accidentally stunted his arm." Ezra growled then turned and walked towards The Ghost. 

The old cargo ship was docked in a field of purple and orange flowers, a beautiful sight if you asked Sabine. Ezra was too angry to notice, all he could think about was what his teammate had just called him. Stray was the name that all of the rich kids from Kathol had called him. The same kids who had thrown trash at him and and spray painted his parent's house, over, and over again. 

It was one of the many words that his past crew mates had called him right before they dumped him in a trashed lot. 7 years alone. He had just started to fully trust his new "family". And now his best friend, The guy he sleeps above, Had used that term! His arm didn't hurt anymore.

AN: Wow! That was a lot harder than I thought it would be! Remember, this is my first ever fan fiction so please please please give me helpful suggestions. I am a huge rebels fan so if any of this gets any confusing I am more than happy to answer your questions. BTW, I didn't misspell lothal, Kathol is a small farming village. I looked it up. I told you I was a fan!

Constellations,

Laea