This is my first fic ever, so I don't know completely what I'm doing. I would love constructive criticism, and any ideas. Hope you enjoy this!
Chapter 1
Where am I? He thought groggily, why does my head hurt,
w-what's going on!
He slowly opened his eyes, and looked around him. He seemed to be in a cell about six feet high, and six feet wide. His hands were twisted painfully behind his back, and chained to the wall; metal cuffs dug into his wrists, breaking the skin. He thought back, desperately trying to figure out how he had gotten here . He assumed that it was the Empire, but these assumptions were proven incorrect when he tried reaching out with the force, only to have it blocked by a hauntingly familiar presence. Maul.. He could feel him blocking the force.
Suddenly the door slid open to reveal the Sith lord himself. Hello apprentice," he hissed in his usual rasp. Ezra thought that he sounded like a snake.
"I am NOT you're apprentice," he replied, with just as much venom.
"I am only asking you this once. Join me, and no harm will come to you. You will be properly trained in the ways of the force. In the ways of the darkside. You will be more powerful than you could ever imagine. Just join me." The Sith hissed, orange eyes flashing.
"As completely UNtempting as that sounds," The boy spat, "I think I'll pass." Maul growled in anger, and swept out of the cell, the door slamming behind him. Ezra looked down, only now noticing a steady pain in his side, and noticed that something had burned through part of the orange flight suit material, and charred the skin beneath. His arms were covered in scratches and bruises, his head still throbbed, and he had a feeling his leg was broken.
What happened?
five hours earlier….
He sat in a trance like state, his mind drifting between consciousness and unconsciousness. He was in the middle of his tower, trying to just get a few hours of calm. Kanan had told him to try to meditate more, but on the Ghost things didn't seem to work out. He first tried by just sitting on his bunk, but Zeb's snoring kept him up. Then he tried the engine room, but the engine was too loud. The plains of Lothal were too open, and so he decided to try his old tower. He could tell the difference immediately, concentration was far easier to obtain in the quiet tower.
He stayed like this for about three hours, completely content in his meditative state. Until suddenly there was a great disturbance, his eyes snapped open, and he activated his blade.
He heard a quiet snap, and whirled around, just in time to parry the blow thrown at him. Maul. As he stared into the familiar, glowing eyes, a sudden hatred bubbled within him, and he began slashing his blade with such vigor, that the Sith lord was momentarily caught off guard, allowing Ezra to land a blow to his shoulder. Maul screamed in a strange mix of anger, agony, and excitement, and blocked the next blow.
"That's it, listen to your hate, let it guide your blade, let it control your mind!" yelled Maul, a smirk playing across his lips.
"Never!" Ezra yelled. "It's your fault! Everything that happened is YOUR FAULT!" He continued to scream. The sith growled angrily at that, and used the force to throw Ezra back against the wall. He cried out as he felt Maul's lightsaber slash his side. His own lightsaber went flying from his hands, and rolled into a corner. In a last vain attempt, he activated his slingshot and fired. Maul laughingly and blocked the attack.. Ezra could feel the slingshot yanked from his wrist, and heard it hit the floor.,Then everything went black.
Kanan woke with a start, something was wrong he thought. He reached out with the force, and checked to see if everyone was ok on the Ghost.
Hera, check
Sabine, check
Zeb, check
Ezra, oh no.
He ran out of the Ghost to the tower. He used the force - there was a fight going on here. He reached out with his hands; this was one of the many times he wished he still had his eyes. Slash marks lined the walls, and everything was destroyed. He suddenly sensed something in the far corner of the room, he walked over and picked it up, Ezra's lightsaber. He walked to the other side of the room, heard something snap under his shoe, and felt a shockwave of electricity. He reached down, and picked up Ezra's smashed slingshot. Sparks shot off, causing him to immediately drop it again.
He could sense a familiar presence in the room, Maul. He felt anger rise within him, and hatred along with it. He pushed the feelings down, cursing himself for allowing them to surface. Whenever it came to Maul, they were hard to control. The need to protect Ezra, and destroy the Sith, were just too strong sometimes.
By the time he got back to the Ghost, the crew was awake and looking for him and Ezra.
"Is Ezra with you" Sabine asked worried. "Kanan, what's wrong?" He could sense her worry, "Is it Ezra?"
"Ezra's gone," he whispered miserably, "Maul took him." He tossed the lightsaber onto the table. The crew looked at the saber in horror, unable to believe that he was gone.
"Where do you think he's taken him?" Sabine whispered, already knowing the answer, but not wanting to accept it. "The Mustafar system most likely," Kanan replied darkly, sitting down at the table.
"But wouldn't that seem a little obvious?" Zeb asked. "I mean, it was used by the Sith in the Clone Wars, and he knows we know it's in use now. Even he wouldn't be THAT stupid."
"Zeb's got a point," Sabine added, "He's probably going to take him somewhere else entirely." They considered this for a minute."Well we should alert Commander Sato; he's going to want to know what we're doing, and why we can't make any supply runs," Hera added. "You guys need to figure out where Maul is taking Ezra, and who is working with him."
"Wait, Maul has allies?" Zeb asked, worried. One Sith was one too many for him. Two was just ridiculous.
"Probably, I mean if he wants to take over, he'd want some powerful friends." Sabine said thoughtfully. "I'll check some Imperial kill lists to see if there is anyone that Maul could access."
"Good thinking Sabine. Zeb, see if anyone with a lot of imperial knowledge has gone missing lately," ordered Hera.
"On it boss,"
"And Kanan, try to find him."
"Way ahead of you," Kanan whispered, already half way into a meditative trance. He tried desperately to reach out to Ezra, but the connection was blocked. Karabast! He that Zeb was starting to rub off on him. Then he had an idea. He thought about the presence he had felt in the Sith temple and in Ezra's tower, and reached out. He may not be able to track Ezra with the force, but that didn't mean he couldn't track Maul.
He into Maul's mind easily. The Sith was too preoccupied with Ezra's mind to protect his own. He was in the outer rim, still in hyperspace, but not on Mustafar. That was good. Suddenly he was pushed from the Sith's mind. He had been expecting this, but something about it felt strange, as if there was something he didn't if the Sith had wanted him to enter his mind. He shook the thought away, and went to try and get some rest.
Yay! Chapter one is finished! Hope you guys like it!
