So, this was just some idea that popped into my head out of the blue. I liked the idea. Originally, everyone was meant to be the opposite of themselves, but they all still seem to retain a bit of their own personality. So instead, it's like all the Rebels are on the Empire's side, and all the Imperials are Rebels. Of course, Tarkin and Pryce and whatever will still be Imperials, as well Bail Organa and Commander Sato will still be Rebels. Just the main ones. Anyway, here we go! Ezra's chapter!
Ezra Bridger stood up top the highest point at the Imperial academy, the communications tower. From up there, he could see everything, feel everything, smell everything... He playfully swung off the spires, spires so tall they stretched beyond the cloud cover. The spires were used to send transmissions to the Imperial frequency, but today, the were Ezra's playground.
From up there he could see everything, both happiness, and misery. He could see far beyond Capital city's walls, out to the grassy plains that stretched on into infinity. While being a loyal Imperial cadet since the age of seven, that had never stopped him from having fun.
He smiled a crooked grin, thinking of what mom and dad would say.
"Ezra Bridger, you should not be up there!" His mother's soft, clear voice rang out in his mind.
He heard his father chuckle. "Oh, Mira. Let him. The boy's got to have some fun."
He sighed contently, remembering them as he stared at the lowering sun. The wind whipped around his thick raven locks, and the sun glinted off his eyes. This was peace.
Then he felt it. A sudden tingle, a nudge. It was a feeling he knew, but could never pinpoint exactly where it came from. The other cadets thought he had lightning fast reflexes, but it was more than a reflex. It was an instinct.
It always came without warning, or rather, it was a warning, that something was about to happen.
The sound of footsteps came clanking up the metal stairs. Ezra didn't even have time to gasp. He jumped backwards off the dome-like tower. As he fell, he snagged a notch in the side of the tower, like a handhold. It was the only thing that kept him from free-falling.
Two Stormtroopers ran up top, pointing their blasters around.
"What was that?" One asked.
"I'm sure I heard something." The other said.
"Probably just the wind."
There was a pause, and Ezra heard them head back down the stairs.
He sighed in relief, letting go of the breath he'd been holding in. He pulled himself back up and sat up top the tower, once again staring out at the shrinking sun.
He smiled to himself, once again feeling fine, no warning of danger within 500 parsecs. There was one thing he knew as he watched the sky change colors, one thing that was for sure.
This was a view worth the risk of getting shot.