The Tano family adventures.

Chapter 2: Welcome to the so-called crew.

"The ship looks brand new." I commented.

"That's because it is." Hera smiled.

"You a fast pilot?" I asked.

"Why? You think you'd be able to beat me?"

I nodded and smirked. "Stars yeah."

"I can give you a run for your money." I bragged.

"Careful over there Sabrina. Hera's an amazing pilot." Caleb grinned at her. She and I rolled our eyes.

"He's got a crush on you, doesn't he?" I asked. Both Hera and Caleb nodded. Then he gave her a surprised look that said 'how did you know?' I just had to chuckle when I saw that.

"Oh, yeah? You think your so fast? Let's race. See who's faster." I smirked.

"Man, your confident, aren't you?" Hera asked.

I nodded, then shook my head. "That's not the right word for it."

"She's right. Overly-confident?" Caleb suggested.

"Nope! I'm cocky and I'm proud!" I explained happily.

"And that's what's going to get you in trouble one day." Caleb shook his head. I simply shrugged.

"So, we gonna race or what?" Hera asked.

"Yes!" I yelled.

Ten minutes later, mid flight...

Hera and I were racing, but not trash talking. We were talking like old friends, even though we met each other that day.

"Aren't you two supposed to be competitive, not best friends?" Caleb asked.

"We are competitive!" we chorused.

"Nice turn!" Hera congratulated.

"How did you do that spin?" I asked.

"So competitive." Caleb replied sarcastically.

We both laughed as we landed.

"Okay, fine, you win." Hera frowned once we hopped out of our ships.

"Oh yeah, I do." I smirked.

"So, what's on the rebel to-do list for today?" I asked.

"Man. You just joined the crew and you already want to get to work!" Hera exclaimed. "How old are you, anyway?"

"Well... Sixteen." I mumbled, messing with the ends of my brown hair.

"Hmm. You look rather... short for a sixteen year old." Hera observed.

"No, I really am!" I denied. Caleb shook his head, then lead me to another room in the ship.

"Okay, kid, I told you my secret, now cough up yours."

I sighed. "Fine. Do I have to?"

He nodded. "If I were you, I would."

I sighed again. "Fine. I'm not really sixteen."

Caleb rolled his eyes, "Well, I knew that much. How old are you?"

I then mumbled my age, and Caleb frowned.

"What?" I asked angrily.

"Nothing! I just can't hear you!"

"That's the point, Dume!"

He groaned. "Don't say my real name!"

I crossed my arms, "Why? Your only talking to me."

"Just find something better to say!"

I thought for a second. "Fine, Laserbrain."

"Laserbrain? What?"

I smirked. "You said find something better to say. So I did."

He groaned. "Your acting like a little kid."

"Well, news flash, I am one. I'm only twelve."

"What?"

I smirked. "Believe it."

"Sabrina, Kanan, can one of you help me with my droid of death?" Hera suddenly asked from wherever she was.

"Coming!" I shouted back.

"See ya later, Racer." Caleb smirked.

"Racer?" I asked.

"Your nickname."

I smiled. "Gotta go help Hera with her angry robot."

So I did, just to see the little thing was spinning out of control, trying to work on something while also trying to smack Hera with something.

"Droid troubles?" I asked.

"Ugh! Yes! Help me!" Hera exclaimed, so I helped her calm the droid down by promising it an oil bath.

"So, can you tell me anything about this ship of yours?" I asked.

"Sure. It can mask it's signature, and it goes fast... And I don't know what else to say."

"So, you see it, but you don't really know it? You can't really see it?" I asked, and she nodded.

"Well, it's kinda like a ghost then."

We were silent for a second, then Hera jumped to her feet. "A ghost! Yes! That's genius!"

"Um, thanks."

"Get up lazybones!" she yelled a minute or so later.

"What- are you dancing?" I asked.

"Yeah! And it's fun! Dance!"

"Sure." I shrugged. "So, why are we dancing?"

"Because that's the perfect name for the ship!"

"It is?" I asked.

"Yes!"

After a while of us being silly, I asked, "So, am I welcome to the so-called crew?"

"What do you mean by that?"

"There's only four of us in this ship. And one's a droid." I pointed out.

"Yes," she smiled, "Your welcome to the so-called crew."

"Welcome to the Ghost."