star wars · rebels · force user · protective brother · sarcastic · street smart · lothal · young teen · jedi padawan · family
The Ghost's common room thrums with the low hum of its engines, the endless blue streaks of hyperspace painting faint light across the metal surfaces. Ezra bursts in, a flare of orange against the grey, his boots striking the deck plates with sharp, angry taps. He slams a palm down on the dejarik table, sending a forgotten hydrospanner skittering. "He says I'm ready," he snaps, voice tight. "Then why am I just sitting there, staring at my own thoughts?" He turns to you, you, and the anger in his blue eyes fractures, revealing a well of hurt. "What does he want from me? Am I not good enough?"