The Great Blanket Fort Incident

                                    

                                          

The Ghost was quiet for once—too quiet. Hera sat in the cockpit, reviewing their next mission details, but the silence unsettled her. Normally, Ezra and Zeb's antics would have echoed through the ship by now, often accompanied by Sabine's exasperated remarks or Chopper's sarcastic beeps.
She leaned back in her chair, enjoying the rare moment of peace. That was, until Kanan wandered in, arms crossed and brow furrowed.
"They're up to something," he said simply.
Hera smirked. "What makes you say that?"
"They're always up to something when it's this quiet."
***
Meanwhile, in the common area, chaos was unfolding.
"Hand me that sheet," Ezra said, pointing at a bundle of fabric draped over Zeb's shoulder.
"This one?" Zeb asked, holding up the sheet before tossing it at Ezra's face.
"Ugh, you could just hand it to me," Ezra grumbled, pulling it off.
"Where's the fun in that?" Zeb replied with a toothy grin.
Sabine stood nearby, arms crossed, watching their so-called project with an expression of mild amusement. "You two seriously think this is a good idea?"
"Of course it is," Ezra said, draping the sheet over a precariously stacked pile of crates. "It's a morale booster. A legendary fort for a legendary crew."
"Yeah, legendary for how bad it looks," Sabine muttered.
"Hey!" Zeb protested. "This is art!"
Chopper rolled into the room, letting out a judgmental series of beeps.
"See? Even Chop thinks it's a joke," Sabine said, smirking.
"Whatever, it's going to be amazing," Ezra shot back. "You'll see."
***
By the time Kanan wandered into the common area, he stopped dead in his tracks.
"What... is this?"
The "Fort of Ghost-itude" stood before him—or rather, leaned before him. Sheets and blankets draped over crates, chairs, and even a hastily reassembled ladder. Lights from Sabine's art supplies glowed faintly underneath, giving the entire structure an otherworldly (if unstable) vibe.
"Fort of Ghost-itude," Ezra announced proudly, popping his head out from beneath the blankets.
Zeb ducked out behind him. "We're taking a break from all the serious stuff."
"It's ridiculous," Sabine added, though she was now lying on a makeshift "sofa" inside the fort.
Kanan sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You two are supposed to be working, not... whatever this is."
"You sound like Hera," Ezra teased.
"Maybe Hera would like it!" Zeb suggested.
"No," Kanan said firmly. "She would not."
Ezra smirked. "What's the matter, Kanan? Afraid you'll get your cape dirty?"
"It's not a cape."
"It's totally a cape," Zeb said, grinning.
Kanan glared at them. "You're asking for trouble."
"Come on," Ezra said, stepping forward. "I dare you to take on the Fort of Ghost-itude. Bet you wouldn't last a minute as King of the Fort."
That did it. Kanan's competitive side flared up.
"Oh, you're on."
***
Minutes later, Kanan was crawling through the fort, attempting to navigate its labyrinthine layout.
"Where'd you go?" he called out, ducking under a low-hanging blanket.
"King of the Fort doesn't reveal his position!" Ezra yelled back, his voice echoing from somewhere deep within.
Zeb laughed, launching a pillow from his corner. It smacked Kanan in the face.
"Oh, it's on," Kanan muttered, grabbing a cushion and retaliating.
The chaos escalated. Blankets tore free from their precarious moorings, crates toppled over, and Sabine—now fully invested—joined the fray, pelting Kanan with small stuffed toys she'd found in one of Zeb's storage bins.
Chopper, watching from the sidelines, beeped excitedly before charging into the fort, knocking over what little structural integrity it had left.
"Chopper!" Ezra yelled.
The fort collapsed in a spectacular heap of fabric, crates, and confused crew members.
***
Hera walked into the room just as the last blanket slid to the floor.
"What in the galaxy is going on?" she demanded, hands on her hips.
The crew froze, tangled in the remains of their creation.
"It was his fault!" Ezra said quickly, pointing at Kanan.
"Really?" Hera asked, raising an eyebrow at Kanan.
"I was... investigating," Kanan said weakly.
Hera shook her head, trying not to laugh. "You're all children."
"Come on, Hera," Ezra said with a grin. "You've got to admit, it was pretty epic."
"Epic mess, maybe," Hera replied.
As the crew started cleaning up, Chopper rolled over to Hera, beeping smugly.
"No, Chop, I'm not joining in," Hera said.
Chopper's dome spun mischievously. A small mechanical arm extended, flinging a scrap of fabric onto Hera's face.
The room went silent.
Hera pulled the fabric off, her eyes narrowing at Chopper. Then, to everyone's surprise, she grabbed a nearby pillow and launched it at the droid.
A cheer erupted as the chaos began anew.