Hello, I'm DarthEzra! I'm new to this whole 'FanFiction' thing, but I've written stories like this before so I'd say I'm good enough. Please enjoy this story I've been working on for a while now!
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars Rebels, If I did Ezra would probably be a Sith! XD
Enjoy!
"Be ready to jump guys!" Hera yelled, steering the phantom around what seemed like millions of Tie fighters blasting green lasers at us. "Yeah, yeah Hera. We know." Zeb rolled his eyes and grabbed a handle on the wall with his rather large hands. "Do you want to take over?! I'd really want to just be stealing crates right now!" Hera growled at the Lasat, still blasting the Ties. Zeb didn't answer, for he was preparing to jump on a lower hanger. "Remember the plan?" Kanan questioned. Everyone nodded, but a young teen rolled his eyes and laughed. "We've done this a million times it feels like. This'll be a piece of cake." Ezra was his name. "Don't get your hopes up." Kanan said under his breath. Ezra didn't response to Kanan, but he did tense. Kanan saw. Suddenly the back of the Phantom went down and the crew could see a platform. "Be careful!" Hera urged, fending off Tie fighter left and right. "We will!" a teen about Ezra's age named Sabine blurted. Kanan made a hand motion to everyone, which signaled the crew to jump. When they landed Ezra suddenly felt something cold surround him. He could see Kanan nod at Ezra, signaling to stay alert, he must have sensed it too. Kanan lifted his hand towards the door, suddenly the door slowly opened. The crew headed inside and started blasting Stormtroopers left and right. Finally they made it to their desired room. Ezra started to shiver shooting a worried glance at his Master. Kanan looked at Ezra with an expression he couldn't read. Kanan started to urge Ezra with a rough waving motion when suddenly Ezra started to have trouble breathing. Every step felt like someone tightening their grip on Ezra's neck. Ezra started feeling more of the coldness overwhelm him. Ezra held his hands to his neck as his eyes started rolling back. "Kanan…" Ezra coughed, his eyes watering. Kanan turned back only to realize his Padawan was on his knees scratching at his throat gasping for air. "Ezra!" Kanan shouted as he started to run towards Ezra only to be stopped by a darkly familiar voice. "One step closer and the boy gets it." The voice lingered in the shadows. Then a figure formed from them and the Inquisitor stood there. "Those crates are not yours for the taking Rebels." The Inquisitor grinned holding his hand out towards Ezra. By now the boy was in the air grabbing for his throat. The Inquisitor shrugged looking at the Padawan then at Kanan. "Your choice, Jedi." He chuckled. Zeb walked up behind Kanan and put his hand of the man's shoulder. "The only way we can save the kid is if we get him later and make a run for it now." The Lasat whispered into Kanan's ear. "The purple creature's right you know? Oh, and sorry for your family." The gray figure laughed. Zeb snarled at Inquisitor, about to throw a comeback to his trash talk before Kanan stopped him and gave an ice cold stare at the force welder. "You made the right decision." The Inquisitor turned and signaled Agent Kullas that was now holding an unconscious Ezra that was let go from the force grip long ago. Kanan watched the boy be dragged into the darkness against his will with regretful eyes before turning and running back to catch up with the others that had already been running towards the phantom. Why did I agree to that…? Kanan thought to himself. Ezra was gone for now, but Kanan would get him back. No matter what.
Thank you so much for reading, I really hope you enjoyed it! ill be updating if anyone wants me too! Remember ALWAYS WATCH STAR WARS REBELS!