In the cockpit, Hera Syndulla was already plotting the jump to lightspeed. Zeb Orrelios was checking his bo-rifle, a predatory grin on his face, while Sabine Wren was busy painting a small Phoenix crest on a thermal detonator. Chopper, the cantankerous astromech, was grumbling and bumping into everyone’s legs.
"The Empire's been tightening patrols in Sector 4," Ezra countered, hopping onto a crate. "I had to take the long way back." Star Wars Rebels - Season 1
The ship jolted as they dropped out of hyperspace. Ahead lay a massive Imperial freighter, flanked by TIE fighters. The battle for the spark had begun. Ezra gripped his slingshot, the blue glow of his developing Force connection humming in his mind. He wasn't a street rat anymore. He was a Rebel. In the cockpit, Hera Syndulla was already plotting
Kanan turned, a small smile playing on his lips. "Maybe it didn't lead you to me, Ezra. Maybe it led us to each other. We’re both survivors. And together, we might just be something more." "The Empire's been tightening patrols in Sector 4,"