Chapter 1: Captured

Okay, let me get some of the facts straight. Luke Skywalker as an infant, instead of being sent to Tatooine, was sent to an equally remote planet called Lothal. Jedi Master Yoda had thought it would be to obvious to hide Vader's son on the planet where Vader grew up. His hair was changed, along with his name. His eyes remained the same. He was sent to live with Mira and Ephraim Bridger and was raised as their own. That is until they were captured by the Empire when he was 8. Young Luke was forced to live on the streets of Lothal under a different name: Ezra Bridger. He finds friends and family with a rebel cell called the Ghost Crew. He is trained to be a Jedi, since he is extremely strong with the Force. And this is where our story starts...

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Okay, on with the story.

The Ghost was quiet. The crew were parked on Lothal, in one of their usual plains. Sabine was cleaning her various weapons in the solitary of her room. Zeb was in the kitchen, eating. Hera was in the cockpit with Chopper, repairing damages and retuning some stuff. Kanan was meditating in his room. Ezra...well, Ezra was bored. He had cleaned his lightsaber, he had cleaned the engines, he had tried to paint with Sabine. That last one hadn't ended well because he had started coughing with an overload of paint fumes and had to leave. Sabine and Zeb would never stop teasing him for that... He had tried helping Hera but after he short-circuited the hyperdrive because Chopper had pushed him, she had kicked him out, trying to avoid further casualties. He could've fixed it if that useless bucket of bolts Chopper hadn't pushed him. He'd always been pretty good with machinery. He'd even had a job on the outskirts of the city as a mechanic, until the manager had figured out that he was that Ezra Bridger. Up until that point, life was looking up for Ezra Bridger.

But life was looking up again. The Ghost crew was his family. Sabine was a bigger sister, Zeb an older brother, Kanan like a father, Hera like a mother, even Chopper was like that annoying little brother that you just couldn't seem to get rid of. But Ezra was bored. One negative trumps a dozen positives. Case in point, Ezra's boring life. They hadn't had a mission in a week. They were given this week off to restock, refuel, and relax. But they had refueled on the first day, restocked on the second. Now, there was nothing to do but relax. And Ezra was sick of it. He could never stay in one place for to long, he was always too full of energy. Earlier, he had really wanted to go to town but he had quickly ruled it out. He didn't want to be stuck on 'fresher duty again. He could already imagine Kanan scolding 'Ezra...' Zeb would be gloating and Sabine would be hiding that secret smirk of hers. Meanwhile, he would be scrubbing away at the 'fresher, vaporators and the engines. Yup,he would definitely be sore the next morning. But that was only if they found out...

Ezra jumped off the bed and grabbed his backpack. He filled it with a couple bombs of Sabine's making, a few droid arms, and a few cartridges of ammo for his blaster. He slipped his comm onto his left wrist and his blaster into its holster on his right hip. Lastly, he picked up his lightsaber and put it on his belt. He had changed the design. It was no longer a blaster-saber hybrid. It was a silver hilt with black accents. The grip was black as well. He'd had an opportunity to change the saber's color to green but he had chosen to leave it blue. For some reason, it gave him a feeling of nostalgia, almost like he'd seen someone that wasn't Kanan with a blue blade similar to his. Suddenly, Ezra felt lightheaded. He knew what was coming: a Force vision. He fell to his knees with the sheer intensity of the vision. His saw black and the vision began.

^^OOo(Start Force Vision)oOO^^

Ezra saw a man. A man with curly dark blonde hair that went down to his shoulders. He had a scar on his right eyebrow, framing eyes that were the same exact shade of bright blue as Ezra's. The man was good looking...and was fighting with an arctic blue lightsaber, the same shade as Ezra's. He was a Jedi. Both of his hands was covered with black gloves but you could see that his right hand was mechanical. Ezra saw it clearly and yet this man fought with the cybernetic hand as though it were his own. He had on the traditional garb of a Jedi, except his were darker shades of black instead of the traditional tan and brown. The man's lightsaber hilt looked very much like Ezra's. Curious... The man was fighting a bunch of...droids? Yup, they were definitely droids. B1 battle droids to be exact. Even though B1s were easy to take down, they had strength in numbers. Ezra had to admire the man's fighting style. It was fierce and aggressive, just the way Ezra always wanted to fight. Ezra didn't blame him but Kanan had only barely started learning the defensive lightsaber forms when Order 66 was put into place. Consequently, Ezra only knew what Kanan knew and Kanan knew very little. At the man's side was another man with sky blue eyes and redish-blonde hair. The second man was also fighting with a blue lightsaber. Suddenly, the second man tensed as if he sensed something. His eyes widened.

"Anakin! Get down!" he yelled. The first man ducked quickly as a missile shot over both of their heads. The first man-Anakin- looked to the second man with a sly smile.

"So I see you've been practicing, Master." he said playfully.

"I've had a lot of practice saving your life, Anakin, if that's what you mean." The second man said, him and Anakin working just as hard as the other to repel the ever increasing number of blaster bolts shot their way.

"Saving my life? I'm sorry, Master, but you seem to be under the impression that I'm constantly overwhelmed in battle." Anakin said.

"Maybe I shouldn't bring up Geonosis, then."

"That wasn't my fault. You're the one that got yourself caught in the first place. If you hadn't gotten caught, Padme and I wouldn't have needed to travel to save you!"

"First of all, you and Padme got caught only shortly after me. Second, I freed myself all on my own."

"All on you own, huh? Well, seeing as we're never going to reach a consensus, I suggest that a competition is in order."

"A competition? I'm in!" a female voice laughed. Suddenly a familiar looking Togruta somersaulted over the two Jedis' heads. She had two light sabers held in reverse grip. One was green and the other a yellow-green. She moved her hands around her body gracefully, successfully repelling another wave of blaster bolts. Wait a minute...was that Ahsoka?! Kriff, it was! Sure, a younger version, but still Ahsoka. Ahsoka and Anakin worked side by side with the man, successfully defeating all the B1s.

"So, what did you get, Anakin?" the man asked.

"What did you get, Ahsoka?" Anakin deflected.

"I want to hear what Master Obi-Wan got." Ahsoka said. The man-Obi-Wan- sighed and looked up to the sky.

"I can never win with you two. I got 73." Obi-Wan said, defeated.

"Well, that's not fair. I got here later!" Ahsoka said, waving her arms in the air. "I got 56." she said, crossing her arms with a huff. Obi-Wan looked to Anakin, who seemed incredibly interested in his comm unit at the moment.

"Anakin..." Obi-Wan started.

"Okay, all right! I'll tell you!"Anakin said, throwing his hands in the air with a smile on his face. "I got 87." he said smugly.

"That's it!" Ahsoka said, throwing her hands up in the air. She turned around and started walking in the opposite direction. "I'll meet you guys back at the Temple!" she climbed into a waiting hovercraft and... wait, were those Republic Attack Gunships? Yeah, yeah they were! Ezra had salvaged a few parts from some of these from his days as a mechanic. Those were only used in the Clone Wars...which means that this was a vision of the past, not the future as Ezra thought. Come to think of it... B1's, the Gunships and the Jedi were pretty much only used in the Clone Wars. And Ezra was sure he'd seen Obi-Wan before. Wait... Obi-Wan as in the Obi-Wan?! Obi-Wan Kenobi? Holy kriff, it was him. The man in Kanan's Jedi Holocron. He looked younger here than in the holocron. Ezra couldn't believe it.

Obi-Wan climbed onto Ahsoka's gunship and waved to the pilot. The pilot nodded his head in return, his white helmet glinting with the light of the... wait, white helmet? Stormtroopers? Jedi and stormtroopers working together? Now Ezra has seen everything... Wait, these guys must be like Rex. Clone troopers, that's what they were. They meant no harm, other than Order 66 and Vader but that was later. Ahsoka and Obi-Wan's gunship left, leaving Anakin standing in the rubble of the droids he'd slaughtered. He directed several clone squadrons to several places that meant absolutely nothing to Ezra. Once he was alone, he raised his wrist and pressed a few buttons on his comm. A female voice filtered out of it.

"Anakin? What's wrong? Are you alright?" the voice sounded concerned. A smile lit Anakin's face.

"Nothing, Padme. Nothing's wrong. I just wanted to hear your voice." Anakin said tenderly.

"Oh, you had me worried that something happened." the voice-Padme- sounded relieved.

"No nothing. I was just missing you." Anakin said softly. It sounded to Ezra as if Anakin was in love with Padme. But love was forbidden to Jedi, no? Well, Kanan had a thing for Hera, that's for sure. And it seems like Anakin had a thing for Padme. Well, attachment is forbidden. Possession is forbidden. Compassion, which is what Ezra would find as unconditional love, is central to a Jedi's life. 'So,' Ezra thought 'you might say...that we're encouraged to love.' Well, that made a lot of sense. So Kanan could be with Hera, Anakin could be with Padme, and Ezra could be with whomever he chose. To be truthful, Ezra wasn't really that into Sabine anymore. Sure, she was tough and fierce but she was like an older sister to him. They were close and he didn't want to end their friendship because of a stupid teenage crush.

"Wow. The great Jedi Knight Anakin Skywalker has to hear his wife's voice after he slaughters a couple hundred battle droids, to make sure she's safe. How sweet." You could hear the playfulness in her voice. She was teasing her husband.

"Listen here, Senator Amidala."Anakin said, a smile on his face. "You know you've missed me. I'm the highlight of your otherwise dreary life as a politician."

"First of all, the life of a politician is very exciting, thank you very much. Second, you've been gone so long. How could I not miss you?" Padme's voice trailed off at the end of her statement. It was clear that she missed her husband. Anakin's expression softened.

"I'll be home soon, Padme. I promise." he said.

"I'll hold you to that, Ani. Stay safe."

"I will. I love you."

"I love you, too, Ani."

^^OOo(End Force Vision)oOO^^

Ezra was pulled out of the vision abruptly. He slowly picked himself off of the floor. His backpack had fallen next to him. He shook his head to clear it. He really needed to clear his head. It was as if a layer of fog was covering him. That's it, he really needed to walk around town. To clear his head, if nothing else. He picked up his backpack. Ezra cautiously walked to his door and opened it. He peeked out. Empty. Perfect. Everyone was still where he left them. Ezra ran quietly to the ladder. He slid down it quietly and landed without a sound. The ramp opened with a push of a button and Ezra was free.

Lothal's city was busy with traders this time of day. Ezra had pickpocketed about 3 people already for a total of 120 credits. That's enough for 5 jogans and 2 meilooruns with money left over. Cool. Kanan was sure to give him a hard time about slipping back into his old ways if he found out...He was heading to his favorite fruit stand when he heard a commotion. He turned around. Stormtroopers were picking on a merchant, saying he hadn't paid his taxes. The stormtroopers arrested the merchant. A lieutenant walked up.

"Take the insurgent spy to our disciplinary camp. He will learn the price of defying the Empire." The merchant was dragged away. Ezra saw red. Merchants were just trying to make a living, they had done nothing wrong. The stormtroopers, on the other hand, were a different story...

Ezra took his blaster out of its holster. Time to be chaotic.

"Hey, bucket heads." he said. All of the stormtroopers in the vicinity turned around. "If you're so hungry," he started, motioning to all of the fruit that had fallen out of the merchant's stand. "Chew on this!" He started firing from his blaster rapidly, taking down a trooper with every shot he fired. He was so in the game, he didn't notice the stormtrooper on the roof across from him. He didn't see the trooper take out a sniper. He didn't see the dart filled with sedative heading his way. The dart slid into Ezra's neck. Immediately, he began to feel sluggish.

"Cease fire!" One of the troopers, what looked like the captain, yelled. One of the bucketheads under his command went renegade. Ezra's reflexes weren't up to par. When the shot was fired at him, all he could do was try to jump out of the way.

He still wasn't fast enough. The shot hit his right shoulder, right under his collar bone. Pain licked at his arm like the fires of Mustafar. Karabast, his sword arm. If he didn't have any defense before, he sure as hell didn't now. He let out a rouge scream. A medic rushed his way. They were patching him up, but he didn't feel anything. Black spots danced in the edge of his vision. The last thing Ezra saw before another shot of sedative was in his neck was the trooper who fired the shot getting yelled at.

'Looks like I won't be the only one on 'fresher duty.'

That was Ezra's last thought before he blacked out.