Ezra Bridger

Class 3

Ezra Bridger
Theme:	Star Wars     Rebels
Accessories:	Blaster, Lightsaber
Years:	2014, 2015
Appearances
75048 The Phantom 75090 Ezra's Speeder Bike

Ezra Bridger is a minifigure released in 2014.

Background

14 Years after Star Wars Episode III: Revenge of the Sith, theEmpire is supreme over the Galaxy. It took over the Outer Rim planet of Lothal and exploited it's resources and people. Among those afflicted was 14-year-old Ezra Bridger: a street-smart orphaned pickpocket with no clear future. Living in an abandoned Communications Tower near Capital City, he fought to make a living---and grow his Stormtrooper helmet collection.

Spark Of Rebellion.

One day, after assisting a local jogan merchant escape the wrath of the Empire, Ezra had a mysterious feeling that seemed to point him to a man in the street. As Ezra watched from the rooftop, the man walked down the street, giving obscure hand-patting signals to a hulking alien and a Mandalorian in pink armour. The Mandalorian walked towards an imperial speeder and threw something at it. Before the driver could react, it had exploded. Imperial Supplymaster Lyste ordered the remaining drivers to keep several crates secure at all costs, a sentence that made Ezra hopeful; perhaps there was something valuable in them. Before he could get far though, the man he had seen before drove a landspeeder in front of the fleeing Imperial Speeder Bikes with the crates and knocked the pilot off, thus starting a shooting with the other stormtroopers and Speeder Pilots. As Ezra watched, the hulking alien that he had also seen earlier ran up behind the stormtroopers and threw them out of the way (knocking them out.) The man relaxed, but Ezra decided to seize his chance, and leaped onto one of the bikes with the crates. He drove away, despite the alien's attempt to punch him off. "After that kid!" shouted the man.

The man and the alien jumped onto the remaining speeders, and began to chase the street-smart orphan. As Ezra attempted to shake them off his tail, and as he wondered "Who are these guys?" the man was in turn trying to keep ahead of the Empire's attempts to regain the crates. As he was a crack-shot with a blaster, that was not much of a problem. The Mandalorian in pink leaped off a rooftop, landed on top of Ezra's crates, and took one off his bike. For some reason, as she fell behind she called, "Good luck!"

After managing to escape Capital City and get on the main highway, several other imperial pilots drove after them. The alien activated an electrostaff-like weapon and dealt a blow to one of them, which knocked the driver off his bike. The man threw a detonator at the other. Ezra had been hit by one of the speeders, which sent him off the right side of the road onto the left side. The man followed him and cut off the boy, but Ezra managed to get around him as the man's speeder was hit by a TIE Fighter's blaster cannons. "This is Spectre 1; I need a lift." said the man into a comlink.

The TIE continued to chase Ezra. "Whatever's in these crates must really be worth it." a laser flashed past his head. "BETTER be worth it!" His bike was hit and he sprawled in the grass. The TIE turned around to finish him off when it was hit by another ship. Ezra turned around only to see a diamond-shaped freighter hovering over him. The docking ramp was open, and on it was the man! "You need a ride?" he asked as several fighters flew towards them. Seeing the boys hesitation, the man prompted, "Kid, you got a better option? Come on! Leave the crate, you'll never make it!" Ezra had grabbed the remaining crate and was heading towards the freighter, even though it was about 20 feet above him. However, he managed to leap up, much to the amazement of the man. He helped Ezra aboard, and they boarded the ship as the docking ramp closed.

Inside the ship was the alien and the mandalorian in pink. The alien took off the lid of Ezra's crate, revealing that it was chock-full of Imperial Blasters. Ezra could not believe how many there were; blasters of that kind were invaluable on the Black Market. The alien began to warn him not to get any ideas, to which the boy responded, "They're mine! I got to them first!"

The man responded, "It's not who's first; it's who's last. Keep an eye on our friend here." this last sentence was directed towards the alien as the man ascended a ladder.

The ship rocked violently and the alien landed on Ezra. "GET. OFF! CAN'T. BREATHE!" he gasped. The alien was surprised; he was not that heavy in Lothal's gravity. The answer to the riddle was simple: It was not the weight, but the smell. This... angered the alien, who promptly hurled Ezra into a closet.

In the cockpit, the man was talking to a Twi'lek who was piloting the ship about what to do with "the kid (Ezra).", when they realized (via a sensor) that he was no longer in the cargo bay. "Zeb! Sabine! Where's the kid?" asked the man.

"Calm down chief." responded the alien. "He's in---" he began as he opened the closet door. "---uh.... here?" Ezra was gone; the only thing in the closet was a ventilation shaft cover. The boy had snuck into the pipes. The Twi'lek promptly activated a door which dropped Ezra into a gunner's station. He blearily opened his eyes. All that was before him was the black starry emptiness of space. "I'm... I'm in space!" he cried with wonder. His feelings changed as he saw two TIE Fighters shooting at the ship. "AND I'M ABOUT TO DIE!!!" he gasped. Just then he was yanked aside by the pink mandalorian, who took off her helmet, revealing a 16-year-old girl, to whom Ezra suddenly straightened up. The girl quickly sat down in the gunner's seat, ignoring Ezra's awkward "My name's Ezra. What's yours?" He was yanked aside once again by the alien, who said menacingly in his face, "MY name's Zeb, you loth-rat." Sheepishly Ezra looked out the porthole again, only to see the stars stretch out in a long, blue line, and then disappear into the blue clouds of Hyperspace.

Back on Lothal, the Empire was locking everything down. On the rooftop, an imperial officer was speaking with an ISB Agent. "They... knew our protocol, and were... waiting in position." he explained.

The agent sighed. "I've no doubt. You're not the first on Lothal to be hit by this crew." he responded.

"Oh, that's a relief. I mean, I assume, that's... why you're here, Agent Kallus."

The agent turned around. "The Imperial Security Bureau pays attention to patterns. When the Empire's interests are targeted on an ongoing basis, it could signify more than the theft of a few crates. It could signify the Spark of Rebellion. Next time they make a move we'll be waiting for them to snuff out that Spark before it catches Fire."

A few moments later, they exited Hyperspace--over Lothal, which was only doable because the ship (known as the Ghost) could scramble it's transponder signature, which would fool the Imperial scanners. But they were not going back to Capital City; the "job" was not done. The Ghost landed in the night-side of Lothal near a refugee camp, which Ezra would learn was called Tarkintown. Zeb and the girl brought out a few of the crates and began walking towards the camp, motioning Ezra to follow them. The man and the Twi'lek headed in another direction---towards the camp of the head of the Broken Horn Crime Syndicate, Cikatro Vizago. Meanwhile, in Tarkintown, Zeb and the girl began distributing food from the crates to the inhabitants. One of them thanked Ezra, who felt perplexed about who these thieves were.

Ezra walked back to the Ghost, where he once again felt something. He was drawn to one of the cabins, but the door was locked, so he knelt down and began to pick it. Something moved in the shadows, but Ezra did not notice what it was because he had opened the door. He walked inside. The room was rather bare, with some furniture and a bed. He sat down and began to finger the panel under it. A hidden drawer opened. He pulled it out, and took out a small cube, figuring it might be worth something. The drawer opened more, however, and at the very back was a cylindrical object. He took it out; he felt drawn to it. He accidentally pressed a button and a blade of blue energy emitted from it. "WOAH!" he breathed. He swung it around slowly, and brought it up to his face---but then the door behind him opened to reveal the man and the Twi'lek.

"Careful. You'll cut your arm off." The man was not pleased.

"Look, I know you're not going to believe me, but it's like this... thing.... wanted me to take it..." protested Ezra as he gazed at the beam of energy.

"You're right! I don't believe you, now hand me the lightsaber." ordered the man.

"Lightsaber, wait, wasn't that the weapon of the Jedi?" asked Ezra in amazement. He had heard legends of the powerful knights of ancient times who had abilities he couldn't even comprehend.

"Give it to me, and get out." said the man firmly. Ezra sadly deactivated the lightsaber and handed it to the man. He walked away---with the cube still in his possession. The man took the lightsaber in half, stuck it on his belt, and said to the Twi'lek, "Now we'll see."

Ezra walked into a kitchen like room, where the girl was sipping a drink. "Not so good at following directions, are you?" she asked concomitantly.

"Not so much. You?" responded Ezra, pleased that he was engaging her in conversation.

"Heh. Never been my speciality." She took a mouthful of her drink.

Ezra finally decide to ask the question that had been bothering him ever since Tarkintown. "Who are you people? I mean, you're not "thieves" exactly."

The answer was that the girl did not consider themselves to be anything like that, but a crew, and a team; in some ways a family.

Zeb walked in. "Kanan want's us in the Common Room. If he tries anything," he said to the old astromech on the ground, "sound the alarm. Or shoot him." When the droid began to talk back, he said, "Shush. Just watch him."

The girl followed Zeb out of the room, and then turned around, saying, "Sabine. My name's Sabine."

Ezra looked at her joyfully as she exited. The droid (who was nicknamed "Chopper") stopped him from following her, however. Ezra looked up, and an idea came into his mind. He climbed into the ventilation shaft again, and headed towards what Zeb had called the "Common Room". He began eavesdropping on the conversation. The crew of the Ghost evidently were discussing Wookie prisoners that were being taken to an unknown slave labor camp. Ezra made the mistake of bumping into the wall, and before he could get back into the safety of the shaft behind him Zeb yanked him out of the closet and threw him on the floor. Just then, Chopper, timely as always, rushed out of the "kitchen" and bleeped that Ezra had escaped. The Twi'lek, named Hera, headed toward the cockpit, saying that she would keep an eye on him.

"You know, this whole mission thing is nuts." Ezra complained to Hera. "I'm not against sticking it to the Empire, but there's no way I'd stick my neck out this far. Who does, then?"

Hera's response was short and laconic. "We do." The Ghost exited Hyperspace in front of an Imperial Assault Carrier. "Imperial Transport 651; this is Starbird, coming inbound."

"State your buisiness." came the voice of an imperial officer over the com.

"Bounty. We captured an additional Wookie prisoner and have transfer orders to place him with you."

"We have no such orders!" said the imperial. Two TIE Fighters detatched from the carrier and trailed the Ghost.

"Thats... fine!" said Hera, hoping the Empire would take her bluff. "We already got paid. By Governor Tarkin! If you don't want the oversized mongong, I'll jettison here. Let you explain to your superiors why the Empire has one less slave."

After a pause, the officer responded. "Permission to dock. Bay 1."

Hera smiled as Ezra sat back in annoyance.

A few moments later, as Hera was monitoring the op from the Ghost, the com suddenly stopped. "Spectre 1, come in. Spectre 4? Spectre 5! Agh, com's down! No... not down. Jammed." She looked at Ezra, who had a strange expression on his face.

"Something's.... coming...." he said slowly. Just then an enormous ship appeared out of hyperspace.

"That's an Imperial Star Destroyer!" cried Hera.

"This whole thing was a setup!" said Ezra as the truth dawned on him.

"It's beginning to look that way." said Hera grimly. "You have to board the transport and warn them!"

"What? Wait, why don't you do it?" asked Ezra in shock.

"I have to be ready here, or none of us stands a chance." responded Hera firmly.

"No! No way! Why would I risk my neck for a bunch of strangers?" asked Ezra, thinking this would stop Hera in her tracks. He was wrong.

"Because Kanan risked his for you! If all you do is fight for your own life, then your life is worth nothing! They need you Ezra! They need you right now." said Hera even more passionately. The Star Destroyer drew closer. "Listen, our crew boarded that transport to selflessly rescue Wookie prisoners. They have no idea they're walking into a trap, no idea what's coming! You need to go warn them, Ezra."

"I-it's too late for them, Hera! We should run now while--" Hera cut him off.

"You don't mean that!" she urged with conviction.

"I do, I swear I do!" Ezra sat back with a look of misery on his face. "Which is why I can't believe I'm doing this!" He took off running toward the transport. He didn't hear Hera's satisfied response.

"I can."

Ezra ran through the grey corridors of the transport until he reached the brig, where the man (Kanan) and Zeb were. "It's a trap! We gotta get outta here! It's a trap!"

"Karabast! The kid's blowing another op!" moaned Zeb.

"It's not an op! It's a trap! Hera sent me to warn you!" Just then the door to the cell opened to reveal a large squad of stormtroopers. "RUN!" shouted Ezra.

He followed Kanan and Zeb as they ran along. "We have to warn Sabine and Chopper, but they've jammed the com!"

"They'll follow the plan, it'll be fine!" said Kanan reassuringly.

"Yeah, because the plan's gone just great so far!" said Ezra most disrespectfully.

They turned a corner, only to reveal a group of stormtroopers led by an ISB Agent rushing toward them. "Don't stop!" ordered Kanan, though they were running straight toward the enemy. "Push off, NOW!" suddenly the gravity switched off for two minutes. Sabine and Chopper had done their work. The stormtroopers were taken completely by surprise, and so was Ezra, who had not known of this stage of the plan. He clung to Zeb, who kicked him off. He attempted to paddle through the air. The only Imperial not incapacitated by this manuver was the ISB Agent, who continued to follow them. Then, the two minutes were up. The gravity re-engaged. Ezra ran toward the boarding ramp that led to the Ghost, when Zeb pushed past him. Ezra frowned and began to run again, when he was grabbed on the shoulder by the ISB Agent. Zeb grabbed his gun and tried to fire, but the Agent held Ezra in front of him like a human shield.

"Kid! Get out of the way!" called Zeb as he avoided the shots by the now-arrived stormtroopers.

"I'm trying!" cried Ezra.

Zeb continued to dodge the ever increasing barrage of blaster fire. With regret in his voice, he called, "Sorry kid! You did good..." The door closed, locking Ezra from his only hope of escape. He looked at the closed door in despair.

About a half hour later, as he sat in a cell on the Star Destroyer (called the Lawbringer), the ISB Agent walked in. "I am Agent Kallus of the Imperial Security Bureau. You are?"

"Jabba the Hutt." said Ezra sarcastically, to Kallus's displeasure. "Look, I just met those guys today. I don't know anything!"

"You're not her for what you know, Jabba. You're here to be used as bait upon our return to Lothal."

"Wait, you seriously think? Wow. You're about as bright as a binary droid. They're not gonna come for me. People don't do that...." said Ezra sadly.

Agent Kallus looked at him disapprovingly and walked out. "Search him, then secure him here." he said to the two troopers standing guard at the door. The stormtroopers stormed in and "secured" (meaning took) everything on him that was not clothing. "Hey, stop! Let go!" cried Ezra as they walked out, closing the door behind them.

He sighed. " 'You need to go warn them, Ezra.' " he said, mimicking Hera. "What was I thinking. And of course the only thing I managed to hold on to," he took out the cube he had taken from Kanan's quarters, "is this worthless piece of... grrrr!!!" he threw it at the wall, where it fell on the floor with a clang. He glared at it, and, seeing it just sit there doing nothing, he folded his hands and closed his eyes and began to mope.

The cube sat on the floor.

Ezra continued to wallow in self-pity. He reached out with his feelings to find comfort.

His feelings reached the cube.

As Ezra continued to mope, one small corner of the cube rotated 45 degrees.

A few moments later, another corner moved.

Slowly, the cube lifted into the air. Each of the corners had rotated, and were hovering about a foot away from the cube. The cube began to glow a vibrant blue, and a hologram of a bearded man in brown and tan robes appeared.

"This is master Obi-Wan Kenobi. I regret to inform that both our Jedi Order and the Republic have fallen, with dark shadows of the Empire rising to take their place. This message is a warning and a reminder to any surviving Jedi: Trust in the Force." As Ezra gazed in wonder at the cube, the message deactivated, leaving him wondering.

A few hours later, after the message had heartened him, Ezra decided to try to escape. He called out to the stormtroopers guarding his cell. "And you bucket-heads are gonna be sorry when my uncle, the Emperor, finds out you're keeping me here against my will! I dare you that he'll make a *cough* example...*cough cough*..." he fell silent. The stormtroopers rushed in, only to find that Ezra had snuck around their backs and now was outside the cell. He saluted them. "Bye guys." The door closed with the troopers on the inside.

Ezra made his way to the storage room, where he regained his stolen equipment, and, as due compensation, he took an Imperial Cadet Helmet. The transmitter was on, and he heard this over the com: "The delay was insignificant. The transport ship Agent Kallus diverted will dock on Kessel within two hours. The Wookies will be offloaded to work Spice Mine K-76--" Then one of the troopers guarding Ezra called on. "'This is LS-05 reporting to Agent Kallus.' 'Kallus here.' 'Sir, the prisoner's gone.' 'What? I knew the boy would act as bait, but I never dreamed the rebels would be foolish enough to attack a destroyer! How did they get aboard?' 'Sir, the rebels didn't free him. He, uh....' 'Agent Kallus! We have a security breach in the lower hangar.' 'I don't know how, but the rebel ship returned without alerting our sensors.'"

Ezra, who had climbed into a ventilation shaft, jumped at the news. "They came back! I... don't believe it!" he then heard Kallus's voice on the com. "Order all stormtroopers to converge on the lower hangar. I'll meet them there." Ezra decided to help the crew of the Ghost out briefly. He cleared his throat. "This is LS-123, reporting intruders in the upper hangar, sir, I believe the lower hangar is a diversion?" he said with a grin. "Maybe, maybe not. Squads 5 through 8 report to Upper Hangar. The rest converge as ordered." Ezra smiled. "Well, every little bit helps!" He continued crawling toward the Lower Hangar.

He reached a vent for the hangar with little difficulty, and, once there, he heard the voice of Zeb below him saying, "Leaving him behind was not my fault!"

Ezra smiled and jumped out of the vent right in front of Zeb. "Well, that's debatable!" He failed to realize he was still wearing the helmet, and Zeb clobbered him with a punch of his fist. As Ezra picked himself up, he growled, "First you ditch me, then you hit me!!!!"

Playfully, Zeb responded, "Well how was I supposed to know it was you? You were wearing a bucket!"

Just then Agent Kallus ran up from behind, flanked with stormtroopers. Ezra threw his helmet at Kallus in a vain attempt to slow the agent down, but the ISB Agent swatted it away effortlessly. It clattered against the wall. As soon as they boarded the Ghost, an explosion detonated right under Kallus---Sabine's explosive paint had done its work. "TURN ON THE SHIELD!" cried Kallus as the vacuum of space threatened to suck him into oblivion. A trooper slammed a button. Kallus turned around just in time to see the Ghost escape.

Hera sighed as Ezra walked into the cockpit. "Welcome aboard. Again."

"Thanks. Thank you. I really didn't think you'd come back for me." Ezra was touched by this kind act.

"We'll get you home now. I'm sure your parents must be worried sick!" Hera said, meaning to comfort the boy. But instead, Ezra looked away sadly. After a moment he said,

"I don't have parents."

Hera looked at him with pity.

"And you've got somewhere else to be!" said Ezra, attempting to change the subject as Kanan, Sabine, and Zeb walked in. "I-I know where they're really taking the Wookies! Have you heard of... The Spice Mines of Kessel?"

Everyone but Ezra started. He looked around. Sabine turned around. "Slaves sent there last only a month, maybe a year."

"And for Wookies born in the forest, it's a death sentence." said Hera.

Ezra smiled. "Then I guess we'd better go save 'em!"

Sabine turned around again. "We?"

"I've come this far, might as well finish the job." said Ezra.

"Setting course for Kessel." said Hera.

Kanan looked at Ezra a little longer than one might expect, then he faced space once again. The Ghost jumped into hyperspace.

Back on the Lawbringer, a stormtrooper walked up to Agent Kallus. "One of the Rebels was wearing this helmet. The transmitter was on." Kallus studied the cadet helmet, then looked up with an evil smile on his face.

Kessel was divided into two sections; the northern hemisphere was covered in bleak spice mines of the worst description, while the southern hemisphere was covered in lush jungles and palaces for the royalty of Kessel, who turned a blind eye toward the suffering above them. In Spice Mine K-76, a the groans of the group of fourteen Wookies could be heard for miles around. One of them was only a little wookie, who had thankfully not been separated from his father, Wulffwarro. He patted his son on the head, when a blinding light flashed out of the thick clouds above. A ship blasted at the stormtroopers guarding them, then landed in front of them.

"Try not to get dead." said Zeb to Ezra as they prepared to jump out of the Ghost. "Don't want to have to carry your body out."

They exited the Ghost and took cover behind a group of crates. Ezra crept around behind the battle toward the starving Wookies. Wulffwarro growled at him in fear. "Hey! Hey! I'm here to help!" cried Ezra, holding up a lock pick as evidence. He stuck it in Wulffwarro's handcuffs, which promptly fell off. "Raaugghngh!" cried the wookie in happiness. Ezra did the same to the next wookie, and soon thirteen of the prisoners were free. They attacked the remaining stormtroopers, making short work of them. Ezra came through their midst triumphantly--until he saw a squadron of three TIE Fighters rise out of the pit behind them and attack the Ghost. Chopper made it to the aft gun, and shot down one--only to reveal an Imperial Assault Carrier, which shot the group of rebels and wookies on the ground, as the TIEs chased away the Ghost. The carrier landed, and out walked none other than Agent Kallus, once again flanked by stormtroopers. "TAKE THEM DOWN!!" he cried, as his troops began firing at the band of rebels. Wulffwarro saw his son (Kittwarr), who was the only wookie who had not been freed, creep behind a pile of crates. He ran towards him, but he was shot in the shoulder and fell. A trooper spotted Kittwarr, who promptly ran away, chased by the trooper.

"This guy'll be okay." said Zeb as he picked up the fallen Wulffwarro. Ezra looked behind him, seeing poor Kittwarr running for his life. Wulffwarro tried to follow, but Zeb dragged him toward cover.

"I CAN'T MAINTAIN POSITION!" called Hera over the com to Kanan.

"Go! Lead the TIEs away and give yourself manuvering room!" ordered Kanan.

"I am NOT leaving you behind!" responded Hera. Kanan looked at a large container in front of him.

"No you're not. We're running a 22 Pickup."

"Seriously?" asked Sabine in surprise.

"Well, you got a better option?" asked Kanan.

"Jump into the pit and get it over with." said Zeb.

At last Hera, who had been listening, agreed. "All right. I'll be back. Make sure you're ready."

"22 Pickup? Aren't you gonna let me in on the secret?" asked Ezra, who had been bewildered by all this talk.

Kanan sighed. "Kid, I'm about to let everyone in on the Secret."

He stood up and walked over the crates. The laser bolts fired by the stormtroopers flew harmlessly past him. Kallus signaled his men to stop firing; he could feel something momentous was about to happen.

Kanan took the two parts of his lightsaber and put them together. He ignited it, and went into a defensive pose. The fierceness of his glance unnerved all the stormtroopers, who looked nervously at each other. "Woah..." said Ezra. The wookies looked at Kanan with awe. Kallus stared at the man with wonder. He alone knew the significance of Kanan's act. He pulled himself together.

"All troopers. Focus your fire on... on the Jedi."

The stormtroopers fired singularly on Kanan, but not a single shot got through his well timed parries. Several stormtroopers fell in a few seconds, while Zeb led everyone to the large container for the "22 Pickup". Ezra looked behind, where the stormtrooper had been chasing Kittwarr. He decided to do what was right, and ran after him. Kallus was the only one who saw him. And, of course, the other person was Zeb.

"Kid, stop! Karabast, if he's left behind again, it's not my fault!" groaned Zeb. "Kanan, I think you inspired the kid into, well, doing something like you would do!"

Ezra had almost caught up to the stormtrooper and Kittwarr. "Hey!" he cried. The trooper turned around, and fired at the teen. Ezra jumped about fifteen feet into the air over the troopers head, and fired at him with his electric slingshot attached to his arm. The trooper fell over the rail with a Wilheim Scream. "Gotcha!" said Ezra as he turned to help the little wookie--an instant before Kallus came into sight, following the teen.

The Ghost headed toward the container that held the wookie, Sabine, Kanan, and Zeb. "Magnetic Seals Locked." came Hera's voice over the com. "I hate this part..." moaned Zeb.

Kallus reached Ezra. "It's over, for you little Jedi!" he said to Ezra's bewilderment. "A Master, and an Apprentice. Such a rare find these days."

"I don't know where you get your delusions, buckethead!" said Ezra, understandably disrespectfully. "I work alone!"

"Not this time." came a voice. The Ghost was hovering next to them, and on top of it stood Kanan, looking at Kallus. Kallus tried to shoot him, but the shot ricocheted back at him and hit him on his armored chest. He fell over the edge.

"Jump kid!" called Kanan. Ezra and Kittwarr leaped off the rail onto the Ghost, which then flew away.

"First Jedi you've ever seen sir?" asked the trooper under Kallus, as they both clung to a pipe. He kicked him off for his impudence.

Back on the Ghost, a joyful reunion was taking place between Wulffwarro and his son. Kanan put his arm on Ezra's shoulder in congratulations, but the gesture only served to remind Ezra that he had... no... family....

A Wookie Gunship docked on the side of the Ghost. The wookies began to board, but first, Wulffwarro gave a growl. "Raaugghrroghg!" he said appreciatively.

"Um, he says that if we ever need help, the Wookies will be there." translated Sabine. Wulffwarro patted Ezra's head in thanks.

Ezra laughed. "Bye, Kittwarr. Try and stay out of trouble." he said. The young wookie smiled and boarded the Gunship.

"Heh! Look who's talking." teased Zeb.

"I, uh... Guess you're dropping me off, next, right?" said Ezra a little sadly. He had begun to feel at home on the diamond-shaped freighter.

"Uh, yeah. Finally, right? Heh heh!" said Zeb in an effort to remain joyfull.

"Right." said Ezra as he walked away. Kanan sighed.

As the Gunship flew away, the Ghost rocked. Ezra bumped into Kanan. "Ooph, uh sorry." he said. As Kanan walked away, Ezra took out the lightsaber that he had taken during the bump.

They landed back on Lothal. Ezra walked out of the Ghost, where Kanan and Hera awaited. "I think you have something that belongs to me." said Kanan sternly.

Ezra took out the cube, which was a cube no longer. All the corners had rotated 45 degrees. He handed it to Kanan. "Good luck saving the galaxy." he said as he ran toward the abandoned communications tower he had lived in for seven and a half years.

Kanan looked at the cube. Hera smiled. "He opened it. He passed the Test." she said. Kanan looked after Ezra.

The boy entered his room. It was sparsely furnished, mostly with stolen imperial helmets. He looked at the lightsaber, and then felt a familiar presence behind him. "What's the Force?" he asked, remembering the message in the cube.

"The Force is everywhere." said Kanan as he walked in. "It surrounds us, penetrates us, and binds the galaxy together. And it's strong with you, Ezra. Otherwise you'd never have been able to open the Holocron." He was referring to the cube.

"So, what do you want?" asked Ezra.

"To offer you a choice. You can keep the lightsaber you stole, or you can come with us, come with me, and be trained in the ways of the Force. You can learn what it truly means to be a Jedi."

Ezra looked at Kanan. "I thought the Empire wiped out all the Jedi." he said suspiciously.

"Not all of us." responded Kanan. Ezra looked at the lightsaber, and then up again. Kanan had disappeared. He thought for a long while.

Back in his cabin, Kanan opened the Holocron to reveal the fourteen year old message in full, which echoed throughout the ship. "This is master Obi-Wan Kenobi. I regret to inform that both our Jedi Order and the Republic have fallen, with dark shadows of the Empire rising to take their place. This message is a warning and a reminder to any surviving Jedi: Trust in the Force. Do not return to the Temple; that time has passed, and our future... is uncertain. We will each be challenged; out trust, our faith, our friendships. But we must persevere, and in time, a New Hope will emerge. May the Force be with you. Always."

Kanan opened his eyes. Ezra stood at the door to his cabin, holding the lightsaber. They met, Ezra gave Kanan the lightsaber, and Kanan put his his hands on Ezra's shoulders. They stood there together. Master, and Padawan.

Unbeknownst to them, Agent Kallus was speaking to a mysterious figure via hologram. "Excuse the... intrusion, Inquisitor. But, in the course of my duties, I have encountered a Rebel Cell. The leader of that cell made good use.... of a Lightsaber."

"Ah, Agent Kallus. You did well to call." responded the figure. He opened his eyes. It was time for the Inquisitor to show his worth.

Droids In Distress.

The Ghost escaped from an Imperial Star Destroyer, and entered Hyperspace.

"I told you we'd get away!" said Kanan as he entered the cockpit.

"With the shipment. You said we'd get away with the shipment." said Sabine.

"Kanan, we're low on everything."

"Food," said Ezra.

"Explosives," offered Sabine.

"Fuel! We need to make some income or we might as well put the Ghost in storage." said Hera.

"There's always Vizago's job!" said Kanan.

"Really? We're working for those 'arms dealers' again?" complained Zeb.

"More like... arms... redistributors." corrected Kanan.

"Come on. We don't even know what kind of weapons we're talking about, here!" rebuked Zeb.

"Egh." said Kanan. He turned to Hera. "What do you think?"

"Hey, if it puts food on the table and frees up time for... I don't know, Jedi training? Then I'm in." interrupted Ezra.

"I already know the coordinates. Let's head to the spaceport." Kanan told Hera.

This was the beginning of a Fire that would spread Across the Galaxy.

The crew of the Ghost boarded a transport that would take them to Garel. Zeb and Sabine sat behind Minister Maketh Tua of Lothal, who was sitting with Amda Wabo of Garel. They were discussing something vital to Kanan's plan. Amda said something in Aqualish, prompting Tua to ask impatiantly,

"Where is that translator droid?"

"On my way, Minister Tua. Come along, Artoo." said a golden protocol droid, followed by a blue astromech.

Then Chopper began to do what he did best, and for once it was encouraged; he began to attack Ezra. "Hey, stop!" he cried.

"Hey, kid. You'll want to get that droid of yours stabilized." complained Kanan, pretending he was just an annoyed passenger to whom Ezra was a total stranger.

"Mind your own buisiness!" responded Ezra, also playing along.

After Chopper had zapped both Ezra and Kanan several more times, the Jedi shouted to the pilot, "Hey, isn't there a rule against droids in the passenger area?"

The pilot sighed. "You are correct, sir. I'm sorry, but your droid must move to the back of the craft."

Ezra pretended to be put out. "Hey, if my astromech is banished, then those two astromechs are moving too!" he pointed to the translator droids in front of Minister Tua.

"Astromech? Me!? I have never been so insulted. You should know I am a protocol droid, Human Cyborg---" began the protocol droid, but the Minister interrupted.

"Excuse me, sir, but I am on Imperial business." she said crossly.

"Yes, ma'am, but these are Imperial regulations." chided the pilot.

"Um, Minister Tua," began the protocol droid, but Tua had had enough.

"Never mind. Go!" she ordered.

"Dear me, dear me." said the protocol droid. The astromech chirped. "Mission, what secret mission?" asked the protocol droid.

Zeb and Sabine launched their part of the plan. "Excuse me, miss, but I couldn't help noticing your 'predicament.' If it would be of any help, my ward he is quite fluent." he nudged Sabine.

"Oh, but I would never presume... though it would help me on my Level 5 test at the Imperial Academy... No no, I couldn't!" said Sabine, hoping to get on the Minister's good side.

"You're a Level 5 Academy student?" Tua chuckled. "So was I, once upon a time."

Sabine nudged Zeb playfully.

"Ask Mr. Wabo, here, where the shipment is." said Tua.

Sabine asked. "Ruffqui wabit?"

Amda Wabo said something in Aqualish.

Sabine thought for a second. "He said Bay 17!" she said charmingly.

In the back of the bus, there was a commotion between all of the droids. "That young creature couldn't possibly take the place of a fully programed protocol droid such as I!" said the protocol droid to the astromech. "The odds of our mission becoming a complete debacle--" the astromech headbutted him. "Don't you shush me!" cried the protocol droid. "It hardly matters to you what they're saying." Chopper proceeded to attack the astromech. "Why, thank you!" cried the protocol. "You see, Artoo? Here is an astromech who understands Etiquette." The astromech groaned.

"Sentients: we are approaching Garel!" announced the pilot.

As they descended from the craft, Minister Tua said to Sabine, "You have done great service to your Empire, today. Now keep up those Level 5s."

"Oh, I will, Minister! It's been such an honor! Thank you!" cried Sabine. Zeb punched her in the shoulder to stop her from overdoing it.

"Take us straight to Bay 17." ordered Minister Tua.

"Yes ma'am!" responded a stormtrooper commander.

Sabine discreetly walked past Ezra. "It's Bay 7." she whispered.

Ezra climbed up a pile of luggage until he reached a ventilation shaft. He pulled out a comlink. "Kanan, I thought you were going to teach me Jedi stuff. So far, all I've been doing is thieving."

Kanan's answer was short and unexplanatory. "Just get in, open the door, and we all get paid."

"We're just stealing to survive! See, told you I already know how to do this."

He reached the rooftop. After quite a bit of jumping and leaping he reached Bay 7. The shaft exit was somewhat high above the ground, but he made it down uninjured. He opened the door.

"Well, kid, you pulled it off." said Zeb as he and Sabine walked in.

"Was there ever any doubt?" asked Ezra.

"Yes!" responded Zeb and Sabine in sync.

Hera landed across the hall in the Ghost. "Do we know what Vizago has us stealing yet?"

In Bay 7, Zeb opened a crate eagerly, then started and reeled backward with a look of horror on his face. "K-karabast..." he whispered in fear.

"WOAH! They're T-7 Ion Disrupters! you can short circuit an entire ship with these! They were banned by the Senate!" exclaimed Sabine.

Zeb stepped back. "That's... not why they were banned...."

In Bay 17, Tua couldn't figure out why the room was empty. "There's nothing here! Where are my disrupters?"

The astromech chirped in surprise. "Yes, she said 'disruptors', now hush!" chided the protocol droid.

Amda Wabo said something.

"Uh, he says that the shipment is in Bay 7, so he is wondering why we are here." translated the protocol droid.

"The girl told me 17!" exclaimed Tua.

"In Aqualish it is very easy for the translator to confuse '7' and '17' if she is an amature." explained the protocol droid.

"Well, there's no time to waste. Take us to Bay 7." ordered Tua.

Chopper, who was spying, beeped something to Hera. "Well, stop them!" she responded via the com.

Chopper ran in and attacked the blue astromech. Something clicked in Tua's mind. "Wait.." she puzzled. "This is the same C1 astromech who..." she realized what it meant. "To Bay 7, double time!" she shouted. Chopper beeped frantically, then raced to Bay 7.

"Hurry, we don't have much time--" began Kanan as they loaded the disrupters, then Ezra interrupted. "Time's up!" he cried, seeing the stormtroopers rushing toward them. "We're busted." he gasped.

Zeb walked toward the troopers. "Heh, there a problem here?" he asked with his hands up.

Wabo said something in Aqualish. "Amda Wabo says that those crates contain his disrupters." translated the protocol droid.

"Well there couldn't possibly be disrupters in there, because they're illegal, right?" said Zeb, still with his hands in the air.

"That's irrelevant! We're going to search your crates." responded Minister Tua.

"Be my guest!" said Zeb. The troopers walked past him, when he smiled. "On second thought.."

He grabbed both stormtroopers and flung them at the others. They slowly picked themselves up, only to see Zeb igniting an electrostaff-esque weapon. "You want disrupters? You gotta get through me!" he shouted. He merrily tossed stormtroopers all over the room as Ezra loaded the last of the disrupters into the Ghost.

The two droids were hiding in a corner. "Brigands, R2, we're surrounded by brigands!" cried the protocol droid. "The Mission is doomed, and so are we!" The astromech merely squawked and headed toward the Ghost. "What? Artoo! Artoo! What do you think you're doing?!" cried the protocol droid. He followed the astromech. "You're following that old C1 droid?" he asked in disbelief. "Well, he certainly seems to be on a mission, so you had better accelerate yourself." They boarded the Ghost, as did Kanan and Zeb a moment later. It escaped into space.

"All up! Chopper made friends!" said Sabine, pointing to the protocol droid and the astromech.

"I am C-3PO, and this is my counterpart, R2-D2." said the protocol droid. "I was translating for Minister Tua when we were attacked by thieves like, uh you!" he cried, noticing Zeb.

"We have company. Imperial droids. Spectre 5, let's get a couple of restraining bolts on these two." Kanan told Sabine.

"Yep! On it!" responded the mandalorian.

"Spectre 6, Spectre 3, keep an eye on them." Kanan ordered Zeb and Ezra.

"Kanan, a word?" asked Zeb.

"Can it wait? If I don't confirm our rendezvous with Vizago we'll have don't all this for nothing."

"Yeah, about that.. How about we get these disruptors out of circulation instead."

"At least we got them out of Imperial circulation!" said Sabine as she climbed down the ladder. "When I was translating I found out the Empire was shipping those disruptors as prototypes so the Empire could mass-produce them on Lothal."

"See Zeb?" said Kanan. "Perfect crime. We sell weapons meant for the Empire and get credits we desperately need to keep this bird flying."

"Hey, if we need credits, maybe Vizago will buy these two droids!" said Sabine.

"Yeah, good idea!" approved Kanan. Zeb frowned.

R2-D2 had been recording the conversation, and he stopped with a sigh of sympathy.

On a Star Destroyer, Agent Kallus was listening to Minister Tua's report. "Describe the thieves." he said.

"I saw five: An adult male, a juvenile male, a juvenile female, an old C1 droid... and a Lasat." Kallus started at this last member. "Honestly, Agent Kallus, I didn't think there were any Lasats left!" said Tua.

Kallus smiled grimly. "Only a few, minister. Only a few."

"AND STAY OUT!!!" screamed Zeb, shoving Ezra from their shared cabin.

"You can't do that! It's my cabin too!" shouted Ezra, only to hear Hera call him into the cockpit. "Hera, Zeb's booted me from by own---"

"I know. But maybe you could cut Zeb a little slack today?" said Hera a little sadly.

"Woah, the way he cuts me slack?" began Ezra.

"Do you what a T-7 Disrupter is? What it does to an organic being?" asked Hera.

"Um... no."

"Well... Zeb knows. Because it's what the Imperials used on his people when they cleared his homeworld. Very few Lasats survived, and none remain on Lasan."

Ezra had had no idea. "I... guess I could cut him a little slack..."

"Good man." said Hera. "So, how's the Jedi training going with Kanan?"

Ezra spun in his chair. "Jedi training? Never heard of it."

Hera frowned. "We'll see about that."

Vizago smiled at the approach of the Ghost. He walked toward it.

Kanan descended the ladder from the cockpit, and R2-D2 beeped. "Oh yeah. This fellow says that his real mission was to make sure the T-7s never reached the Empire, and that his master will pay handsomely for their return." said Sabine.

"I'll think about it." said Kanan.

Zeb growled. "So, we're not selling the droids, but we're selling the T-7s? We don't even know who Vizago's buyer is."

"We know it's not the Empire, and I already made a deal with Visago, so let's get these crates off the boat." responded Kanan.

Vizago picked up a disrupter. "O-oh. I can make some beautiful music with these!"

"They're not that kind of instrument!" pouted Zeb.

Vizago chuckled. "You just have to know how to play them. And how to play those that want to buy them."

"You have to buy them from us first!" returned Ezra.

Vizago threw up his hands. "Finally! Someone on your crew who understands business." He heard a whirring sound behind him. Vizago looked up to see an Imperial Assault Carrier descending. "What is this..." he gasped. "You were followed!" he cried.

"That's not possible!" said Hera with concern.

"Tell it to the Empire!" cried the smuggler. "Leave the rest! We're gone!" he called to his droids. Kanan gr bbed him by the arm. "You haven't paid us!" he cried.

Vizago climbed into a speeder loaded with T-7s. "Cikatro Vizago never pays for half a shipment, and he doesn't pay for problems with Imperials. My friends, I hope you live to bargain another day. And if you don't eh!" He drove away.

Sabine looked around. "Shouldn't we be going too?"

"We can't let these disrupters fall into Imperial hands. Sabine, destroy the guns!" said Kanan.

"Heh! Now you're speaking my language! I'll go get my gear." said Sabine as she ran toward the T-7s, but she met R2 heading toward the disruptors.

"R2-D2? What are you doing?" cried C-3PO. R2 beeped. "Joining the crew? Oh my."

R2 picked up a T-7 and whistled. "Of course! Overload the disrupters and BOOM! Good call little guy!" said Sabine.

"Well short my circuits." gaped Threepio, to which Chopper groaned.

"I'll deal with the walkers." said Kanan, picking up a disruptor.

The carrier dropped down two AT-DPs in front of the alcove where the crew was. They began firing, but one was out of the battle pretty quickly, thanks to a well aimed shot by Kanan. The other knocked him off his feet before he could take it out though.

The carrier landed. "Advance and fire!" said Kallus.

To everyone's surprise, C-3PO walked right out. "Oh, thank you, thank you! I knew some form of rescue would arrive. I tried to tell Artoo but he thinks so ill of stormtroopers."

The troopers began to fire.

"Wait, don't shoot, don't shoot!" cried Threepio as he fled. "You're here to rescue me!" Kanan shook his head.

Zeb shot a trooper dead, and Agent Kallus stepped over its body. He ignited an electrostaff-esque weapon. "You, Lasat!" he challenged. "Face ME!"

Zeb gaped. He recognized that weapon. He charged forward and ignited his staff. Within three seconds they had clashed seven times and Kallus was on the ground. "ONLY THE HONOR GUARD OF LASAN MAY CARRY A BO-RIFLE!!!!" screamed Zeb with fury.

"I know!" laughed Kallus. "I removed it from a guardsman myself!" he rolled over faster than lightning and swiped at Zeb. "I was there when Lasan fell. I know why you fear those Disrupters. I gave the order to use them!!"

Zeb growled with immeasurable fury and heatedly attacked the man who had destroyed all but a few of his people. Kallus callmly took each blow and then lunged at Zeb, electrocuting him. Zeb's rage was so great he could barely feel the pain. Kallus zapped him again, and Zeb groaned with anger, rage, and pain. Kallus smiled evilly.

"Ah, that fool Lasat's gonna get himself killed!" muttered Kanan as he ducked a blaster bolt.

"Everyone, PUSH!!" cried Sabine, as she dragged the about-to-explode disrupters toward the AT-DP and the stormtroopers. The explosion knocked over everybody--and gave Agent Kallus the oppurtunity to bring Zeb to his knees. Zeb looked up at Kallus, who was about to give the final blow.

"NOO!!!!" cried Ezra, and he threw out his arms desperately. Agent Kallus flew into a rock and fell senseless on the ground.

Ezra looked at his hands in confusion.

"Spectre 2, get the kid aboard!" ordered Kanan.

"Right.." said Hera. She dragged Ezra back onto the Ghost. Kanan helped Zeb aboard.

Agent Kallus picked himself up only to see the Ghost fly into the distance.

"Will he be okay?" asked Sabine.

Zeb groaned. "Yeah... Thanks mate," he said to Kanan. "'preciate the save..."

"It wasn't me. It was Ezra." said Kanan. Zeb managed to give Ezra a slight smile. "And Ezra," said Kanan. "Your formal Jedi training starts tomorrow."

R2-D2 beeped happily.

Onboard a ship called the Tantive IV, Kanan received several credit chips from the droids' owner. "That's very generous sir!" he thanked.

"Well, I'm very fond of these droids." said the man.

"And I'm glad we could return them."

"The simplest gesture of kindness can fill a galaxy with hope." responded the man.

"Isn't that...." began Kanan. "a Jedi saying?"

"Safe travels, my friend." said the man, smiling at Kanan.

Kanan smiled back. "Safe travels." he walked back to the Ghost.

The man turned to C-3PO. "You didn't tell them my name?"

"Of course not, Senator Organa. But I'm afraid this whole ordeal has stressed every one of my circuits. Permission to shut down?" asked C-3PO.

"Granted." responded Senator Bail Organa. Threepio walked away as he knelt in front of R2-D2.

"You recorded everything, old friend?" he asked. R2 chirped affirmatively. "Good. We'll focus on the Imperials later. For now, show me what you have on your.... REBELS."

Fighter Flight

Ezra stretched out with his feelings as he held out his hand in front of a small bowl. He tried to picture the dish moving and floating.

The bowl shook, and then slowly raised into the air. "Yes!" cried Ezra triumphantly--until he saw that Chopper had been the one who moved the bowl. The droid blurped tauntfully.

"Very funny. But I don't need your help!" said Ezra. Chopper threw the bowl at him and hurried out the door. "CHOPPER!" he chased him until he reached Sabine's room. The door was open, and he stopped abruptly and tried to engage her in conversation.

"Oh, uh, hey, Sabine! I see you're... painting... stuff!"

"Well, nothing gets past you, kid." said Sabine noncommitantly.

"You know, if you ever need a little inspiration..."

"Yeah, then I'll be sure to look elsewhere."

Chopper ran into Ezra and Zeb's room. "CHOPPER! STAY out of my ROOM!" shouted Ezra. He turned to chase him. "Uh, bye!"

Zeb was sleeping on the bottom bunk. "Kid, you wake me, you die." Chopper zapped Ezra, but on the second bolt it hit the Lasat instead, who fell out of bed.

"It's his fault!" Ezra pointed to Chopper.

"Don't care. I'm crushing you both!"

Ezra looked at Zeb smugly. "That's Lasat gratitude, for ya! The only thing I did for you was save your life from an Imperial Agent. Or did that slip your mind?"

Zeb turned around mournfully. "How could it? You remind me every 23 seconds!"

"You know, Zeb, in some places when a man owes you his life, he's your servant forever!"

"Well, this isn't someplace. It's MY place! So get out!" He laid down on his lower bunk.

Ezra scurried up onto the top bunk. "Sorry, roomie. No deal." The bunk fell on Zeb.

Ezra scurried out of the room faster than he had in the bed. "It's not my fault!" he cried.

"Tell it to my fist!" screamed Zeb.

Sabine walked into the room. "Hm. Needs a little something!"

Ezra ran to the cargo bay, where Zeb tackled him, knocking over a pile of crates. He was about to slug him when Hera walked up. "Ahem!"

"It's his fault!" said Zeb and Ezra together.

"My fault? This is your fault!" said Zeb.

"Don't go blaming this on me!"

"ENOUGH! This is my ship you're wrecking and I want you off it." Hera opened the hatch to the outside.

"Hera, be reasonable!"

"Come on, you know what he's like!"

Hera handed Ezra something; a market list. "The town of Kothaals is two clicks to the south, and I'm sending you BOTH on a supply run.

"With him??" cried Zeb and Ezra in sync.

"With each other!" corrected Hera. "Oh, and don't even think about coming back without at least one Meiloorun Fruit. Clear?"

"Clear." groaned the two temporary exiles as they fought their way out of the Ghost. Kanan walked up to Hera.

"How do you expect them to find meiloorun on Lothal?

Ezra and Zeb had split up, and he was walking down the street when he heard a familiar voice. "Ezra? Is that Ezra Bridger?"

"Mr. Sumar?" Ezra walked toward a stall with an old man manning it.

"Ezra! Why, look how you've grown! Here, have a jogan!" Morad Sumar tossed Ezra one of the small purple fruits.

"Thanks! I don't suppose you have any meilooruns?"

"Meilooruns? Heh, meilooruns don't grow on Lothal!" responded Sumar.

"They don't? Nah, of course they don't!" moaned Ezra.

"You could find one from an off-world importer, but it'd cost ya!" suggested Mr. Sumar.

"Yeah. Well, great seeing you again!" said Ezra a little absentmindedly. He walked forward, only to see an Imperial Supplymaster walking toward Sumar's stall. He hid as the supplymaster arrived at the stall.

"You, Sumar! Changed your mind?" asked the supplymaster.

"No! I told you before: I'm not selling my farm." responded Mr. Sumar firmly.

"Very well." the Imperials walked away.

Ezra got up, only to bump into Zeb. "I got everything but the meilooruns. Any luck?" asked the lasat.

"No, and I don't think Hera meant for us to have luck." responded Ezra.

"Someone has to be selling those things! Here, you take this. I'll go find some." said Zeb as he dropped a crate bigger than Ezra on the said individual.

"Really? You want me to carry your luggage after I--"

"STOP saying how you saved my life!" Zeb pushed Ezra backwards, bumping off the lid of a crate filled with... "Meilooruns!" cried Zeb and Ezra synchronously.

Zeb walked toward the vendor. "How much for the whole crate?" he asked.

"I'm sorry, they're already sold!" replied the vendor.

"Well, maybe we can buy them from--" Zeb was cut off by the sight and sound of a stormtrooper picking up the crate.

"From the Empire? Yeah, good luck." said the vendor. Ezra looked at the disappearing crate with resolve. The Empire had better give them the meilooruns, or they would feel the power of a 14-year-old kid.

Zeb and Ezra ran up to the Imperial Troop Transport the crate was on. "So what's the plan, kid? You gonna use the Force?" mocked Zeb.

"Maybe." Ezra paused. "Sure, why not?" He gazed at the crate, and closed his eyes, hand outstretched.

The lid began to wiggle.

Ezra tried harder.

A stormtrooper walked up and put the lid on more firmly. Zeb punched Ezra in the shoulder and laughed. "Hey!" Ezra ran toward the transport, climbed up, and took out a fruit manually.

"You!" cried a stormtrooper, seeing Ezra with the ticket back to the Ghost.

"I'll just put this back!" said Ezra concomitantly as he put the fruit back. Two crates full of their supplies crashed into the stormtroopers.

"You made me lose the rest of the supplies!" puffed Zeb to Ezra as they ran away. "But at least we're even!"

"Even? Please! I had the whole thing under control!" retorted Ezra. Zeb yanked him into an alley.

The troopers ran up. "Where are they?" muttered one. They failed to look up, where Zeb was scaling a wall. That is, until Ezra grunted on top of the roof. The troopers shot at Zeb, who lost his grip and fell on his assailants.

"Zeb!" cried Ezra.

"Just keep going! I'll catch up to ya!" responded the lasat. He ran off as several other troopers began to scale the wall.

Zeb ran into a landing bay where a lone TIE Fighter was being held. The pilot, who went by the name of Baron Valen Rudor (he appears later on!) smiled as he saw Zeb hide behind some crates. He lifted off the ground, lasers pointed at Zeb. The lasat look both ways and, seeing no route of escape, called out, "Hey! You don't happen to have any meilooruns, do you?"

Baron Rudor looked at Zeb confidently. "There is nowhere to hide! Commander, take this monster in for questioning. Let's find out why he's running!"

Zeb stood up with his hands in the air, then he leapt suddenly onto the TIE. Rudor gasped in fear, just before the lasat reached in and plucked him out. Zeb sat in the seat. "I've never actually flown one of these before--Woah!" the fighter spun around firing wildly and flew out of the bay. Zeb laughed, "Ha! Too bad the kid wasn't here to see tha---woah!" he turned violently to avoid a building. He sighed. "On second thought.... woah!"

Ezra ran over the roofs of the buildings. The stormtroopers were still after him, and as he ran he saw a TIE Fighter fly up. "Great. Just what I need..." he moaned, that is, until he saw who was piloting it. "ZEB?????" Zeb waved. "Hey Zeb! Lemme in!"

"SO now I'll be saving your life, eh?" grinned Zeb.

"Wha? Oh! Yes! Sure! Whatever!" Ezra ducked some blaster bolts.

"If I let you in, we're even!"

"FINE!!!!"

"You have to say it!" Zeb was almost laughing.

"All right! All right! We're even! Now let me in!" The top hatch opened and Ezra dived in, landing on top of Zeb, who pushed him off. The TIE flew downward toward a stall manned by a rodian.

"Here, you don't know how! Let me!" Ezra and Zeb fought for control of the ship. The TIE fired and hit the rodian's crate full of fruit, coating the window with thick opaque pulp. Both lasat and teen gasped as the rodian flung angry words at them. The TIE flew out of the town.

"I think we're too low."

"How can you tell?" asked Zeb.

"Zeb..." The TIE flew over the Ghost.

Inside, Hera walked past Zeb and Ezra's room, only to see Sabine painting inside it. "Sorry, Hera! No entry." said the girl.

"You... do know this isn't your room?" rebuked Hera.

"I was inspired! It was Ezra's idea!"

"Eh, could be worse." mumble Hera as she walked on. "Could be my room."

Description

Ezra is a human male who wears a dark orange undershirt with a dark tan vest. His legs are the same orange colour as his arms, but they are printed with numerous guards and a belt. He has long black hair, the same Severus Snape's most recent variation, but also has an interchangeable imperial helmet.

Trivia

• For the TV show his hair looks more blue than black. His skin is also darker.
• His face was reused for the Scott Lang version of Ant-Man.
• In the show his codename is Spectre 6, as he is the sixth member of the crew.

Gallery

With Cadet helmet

With blaster in hand

Appearances

• 75048 Phantom
• 75090 Ezra's Speeder Bike