Chapter 1: Prologue: Jack's Life "before"
Authors Note Part 1: Alright, so after watching all of the episodes that are out at the moment, and reading a few stories, I've decided to write my own story for Star Wars Rebels. And, I've also decided to put my own spin on it as well. For one, I haven't seen a story in which Ezra has a friend before he meets the rebels who's a guy. So, that's where my character comes in. But like most of my other stories, my character will be in his later teens. So, Jack will be 17, and be like an older brother to Ezra after getting to know him.
Also, as you can tell from the tags, and because Jack will be 17, he will be paired with a 17 year old Sabine. I did this because after looking through the stories, I also noticed how there's only a few other fanfictions with an OC paired with Sabine. So, I plan for mine to be one of them. (Even if somehow Ezra ends up with her later on in the actual series) Now, I also have a couple questions for you guys at the end of this chapter, and they will decide the future of this fanfiction. So, I'm letting you guys have a hand in how this story goes. But, enough of that. For now, let's get to the prologue.
You ever have one of those days, where you wake up and you think that you know how it's gonna go, only to be thrown a curveball and have everything change for you in an instant?
A teenage male, approximately 17 years old, runs across the rooftops of city buildings, a backpack slung over his shoulder, and a can of spray paint clutched in his right hand.
Well, that's what's happened to me at the moment. See, my name's Jack.
The teenage boy jumps across the gap between buildings, and rolls to lessen the impact, before following the momentum and continuing to run. He can be seen wearing black combat boots that partially cover his black jeans, and a black jacket that is placed over a dark grey long sleeve T-shirt as fingerless gloves cover his hands. His black hair looks like it was styled to be messy, and his cobalt eyes almost seem to shine with mischief. His skin is Caucasian and has a slight tan, and some splotches of dirt can be seen on his cheeks.
I'm just your run-of-the-mill street rat. I usually spent my time screwing around town, using spray paint to create random drawings and the like. As well as having to steal food to survive. Believe me, not the best way to live. But, that's all about to change for me… Well, not right away, but you get what I mean.
The teenager leaps between another gap between buildings, and the view pans down as he runs across the screen to show the new building's name.
Inter-Dimension Traveling Incorporated (IDT-Inc.) Instead of looking for a brighter future, we're looking for a brighter present. (AN: Stupid slogan/name I know. But I couldn't think of anything else at the moment okay!)
As Jack continues to run, he looks over his shoulder once again with a smirk, and fails to notice that he's heading towards a skylight. He also fails to notice that there are multiple streams of lights coming from said skylight. When he turns back around, it's too late to stop himself, and he pushes down on the glass a little too hard. The sound of shattering glass echoes through the air as Jack falls, and he only has enough time to see one other kid looking up at him in surprise before his whole world goes white.
Approximately 3 hour earlier:
A spray-painted hanger door can be seen shaking off dust, before it begins to rise as a fingerless gloved hand pushes upwards. After it rises a few feet, a shadowed figure can be seen slipping underneath, before pushing the hangar door back closed. As it walks through a dimly lit hallway, it reaches its right hand behind its back, and places it inside a backpack that's slung over its shoulder. It pulls out a black L-shaped object, and turns it over in its hands a few times. From behind its back, the figure can be seen walking towards a light source, before walking through a doorframe and into the light.
When in the light, the figure can be seen to be Jack, and he's holding onto a black plastic star wars laser blaster. It's a typical handgun that stormtroopers would carry, and he chuckles a bit as he tosses it into the air a few times. Each time he manages to catch it by the handle. He continues walking, and the area around can be seen to be a run-down skate park. The ceiling has multiple holes scattered around, some of which contain greenery growing down towards the floor. Many of the ramps have scratches and holes on them, allowing many animals to seek refuge inside them. He makes his way over to the half-pipe in the far right corner, and climbs to the top via the ladder on the side. Then, he climbs onto the railing, and jumps over to a walkway that is part of the second floor. He takes the plastic holster for his new toy out of his backpack as well, and clips it onto his belt.
As he finishes placing his new "gun" at his waist, he arrives at a door and pushes it open. Inside, we see a small living area set up. It's a small room, and has a mattress in the far right corner, a small bedside table next to it, a couple chairs strewn about the room, a desk off to the left wall, and a window at the far back. There are also a few daggers impaled into the wall next to the mattress, on which hangs a regular jacket for the cold time of the year, and a winter hat. Jack walks over to the window, and slides the shades to the side slightly to look out at the city. He smiles faintly at the familiar sight of tall skyscrapers and smaller businesses, and then closes the shades again to walk over to the desk. Once there, he opens one of the drawers, and takes out a small picture. This picture has a younger Jack that appears to be about five years old, standing between two adults. One is a man that has dark brown hair, and cobalt eyes. His right hand can be seen placed on the younger jack's shoulder. To his right is a woman that has black hair, and green eyes with her left hand on Jack's other shoulder. The three all have large smiles on their faces as they look at the camera.
Then, Jack folds the picture, and places it in the right pocket of his jeans. He walks over to the mattress, places his backpack beside it, and lays down to rest. Two and a half hours of sleep later and the jacket-clad teen can be seen getting out of his makeshift bed, and walking over towards the door with his backpack once again slung over his shoulder. As he opens the door, he takes one last look back at his "home". Almost as if he feels that it's the last time that he's going to see it, before he closes the door behind him. Leaving the entire place shroud in darkness.
The next time that we see Jack, it's exactly like the first. He's running across buildings with a spray paint can clutched in his right hand, and the plastic gun is still in the holster at his side. He gives a smirk as he looks over his shoulder, and this time we can see that he's being chased down by two cops. "You won't get away this time!" One of them exclaims, making Jack's smirk widen as he leaps over the gap between two buildings, rolling with the momentum and continuing to run away from the two. He looks over his shoulder to see the cops had stopped running after him, and were instead looking with fear. "Hey kid! Stop!" One of them yells. Jack is confused by this, since they actually looked for him.
His confusion escalates at that notion, seeing as he hadn't really had anyone feel that way for him beside his parents, before he turns around just in time to see that he's running straight for a skylight on top of the building he was running across. He now understands just what it was the policemen were trying to warn him about, but it's too late. He continues running and presses down with his foot on the glass too hard, and causes it to shatter beneath him. As he falls downwards, he sees multiple pieces of machinery flashing and shaking beneath him, as if they were malfunctioning, and one kid that's on an observation deck has just enough time to notice him, just before his world goes white.
Jack lets out a pained groan as he pushes himself up with his left hand, placing his right onto his forehead at the headache that suddenly appears. "Ugh. Did anyone get the number on the truck that hit me?" He asks rhetorically, only for a younger voice to answer him.
"Not exactly." They answer. Jack opens his eyes, only to see a kid that looks to be about two years younger than him sitting on some kind of makeshift bed similar to the one he had in his own living space. Except that this one wasn't lying on the floor. Jack looks around his immediate area, and can already see multiple stormtrooper helmets and other random pieces of stuff from Star Wars what would appear to be junk to anyone else. But to Jack…
"Ah. A fellow street rat huh?" He asks with a grunt as he pushes himself to his feet, wobbling a bit as he tries to keep from falling onto the floor again. "Nice place you've got here… Uh, mind telling me where I am exactly?" He asks, trying to ignore the fact that this kid apparently has dark blue hair that's just on the verge of being black. In fact, It would probably look like it was black in the right light. In response to Jack's question, the kid looks at him in suspicion.
"Lathal. Now, mind telling me just what that light show you showed up in was?" The kid replies, reaching for his wrist, before pulling back on thin air. At first, Jack would have laughed, especially at the name of the location he gave to Jack… But when a slingshot with what looked like an electrical ball appears aimed at Jack, he immediately holds up his hands in an "I surrender" motion.
"Woah! I have no idea what you're talking about! And more importantly, can we put the weaponry away?!" He cries out in slight fear, backing up into the wall to get as far away as he can from the kid with the weaponry. The kid just raises an eyebrow at his response, but lets up on the weaponry some.
"First… Talk." He tells Jack.
Oh great, just what the hell have I gotten myself into this time? Jack asks himself, before going on to tell the kid his tale.
Authors Note Part 2: Alright, so as you can see, this is simply a prologue to the actual story. Granted, I'll be going through it before I post it, so what you see is actually the finished product (unless I go through it again at a later date). And not just me throwing stuff together to fit in. Now, you guys will probably hate me for this. But I don't know that much Star Wars. Only the main stuff that's talked about all over such as who Darth Vader actually is, who C-3PO and R2-D2 are, and other facts that almost everyone knows. So, that's the main reason that I made my guy get thrown into the Star Wars galaxy, instead of having him actually growing up there. So sorry to all of you who will be yelling at me about getting stuff wrong during my writing process.
Also, I told you guys at the beginning that I had a couple questions for you to decide how this story is going to go, and here they are:
1: Do you guys want Jack to be able to use the force in this Fanfiction? If yes, then he will be trained with Ezra by Kanan. If not, I already know how the story will go without him using the force. But, I decided that I wanted to see what you guys wanted.
2: Do you guys have a set "episode" that you want Jack and Sabine to get together? If not, I'll just try to figure a time out myself.
That's about all I can think about at the moment. If you guys have any suggestions for this Fanfiction, I'd love to hear them. Also know that this will be one of my less focused stories since I'm still working on the HTTYD fanfictions at the moment. I just figured I'd get this prologue out before I forgot about what I planned. Thanks for taking the time out of your day to read this, and I hope to see you all in the next chapter! (Whenever it comes out.)