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Dec. 26th, 2020 08:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ezra_of_lothalEzra's not panicking. He's not. There'd be no point to it. And if Grand Admiral Thrawn had actually wanted him dead, he'd be dead. So, either Thrawn will be back, or the Admiral was fairly confident someone else would be along to scoop Ezra up. He's fairly certain Thrawn's actual plan was to find to try to find a better way to hold a Jedi, and dumping Ezra onto a semi- hospitable but otherwise uncolonized world was the interim plan.
But the meager supplies Ezra had been left with are beginning to get low, even supplemented by gathering from the local flora. Maybe he should branch out into hunting or trapping some of the local fauna.
He's a little uncomfortable with that thought, though. After all, he's kind of made friends with some of the animals around. And if he did kill anything that up close, well. He'd feel it. It's one thing to kill when his life is in immediate danger, or even for the larger mission. If he can survive on plants does he have the right to kill something just for meat?
Funny how he never thought about that before, when food came from other people.
He'd feel better if he really had any idea how from Lothal they'd come out of hyperspace. He believes, completely, that eventually Sabine and maybe the rest of the crew of the Ghost will come looking for him. Whether they actually have any hope of finding him, is a separate question.
He's attempting to meditate on that question, and see if he can get any hints from the Force on where he is relative to home, when he hears...something. It's not the start of a vision, it does feel like. But it's something, not very far away.
He gets to his feet to start moving through the brush in that direction. Both the feeling that comes across as 'sound' in the Force and something he's actually hearing get louder.
Eventually he comes across something he knows wasn't there yesterday. A blue...box?
But the meager supplies Ezra had been left with are beginning to get low, even supplemented by gathering from the local flora. Maybe he should branch out into hunting or trapping some of the local fauna.
He's a little uncomfortable with that thought, though. After all, he's kind of made friends with some of the animals around. And if he did kill anything that up close, well. He'd feel it. It's one thing to kill when his life is in immediate danger, or even for the larger mission. If he can survive on plants does he have the right to kill something just for meat?
Funny how he never thought about that before, when food came from other people.
He'd feel better if he really had any idea how from Lothal they'd come out of hyperspace. He believes, completely, that eventually Sabine and maybe the rest of the crew of the Ghost will come looking for him. Whether they actually have any hope of finding him, is a separate question.
He's attempting to meditate on that question, and see if he can get any hints from the Force on where he is relative to home, when he hears...something. It's not the start of a vision, it does feel like. But it's something, not very far away.
He gets to his feet to start moving through the brush in that direction. Both the feeling that comes across as 'sound' in the Force and something he's actually hearing get louder.
Eventually he comes across something he knows wasn't there yesterday. A blue...box?
