Lllllladies and gentlemen! Welcome to my second fanfiction! Here is a summary of what you are going to be reading today!:
SUMMARY: It's 'That Day' again and for Ezra, it starts wth a nighmare, as always. He thinks that it's going to be the same as always, grief, pain, anger, and a mask to hide it all. But when the holo-news gives unexpected information, Ezra realizes that this day might not be as bad as he thought before.
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Laughter. Singing. Happiness. Joy. And of course, cake.
Everything was perfect during Ezra Bridger's 7th birthday.
That is, until the front door of the Bridger's house was blown up and stormtroopers started filling in.
After that, it all changed.
Screaming. Sadness. Fear. Pain.
"Ephraim and Mira Bridger, you are under arrest for treason to the Empire," one of the men in Snow White armor said, pointing a blaster at said people.
"What? We didn't do anything! You have no proof of us doing anything against the Empire," Ephraim said in defense, pushing the rest of his family behind himself.
"W-we're even celebrating the Empire Day! See?" Mira said, gesturing to the cake and confetti in the room.
"Is that so?" An unknown voice said. Suddenly, a figure stepped into the room. According to the badges on his uniform, he was an imperial agent.
"My name is Agent Kallus. I will be escorting you to your Imperial Cell and interigotiating you after, so we might as well get familiar," he said, smiling and putting out his hand in front of him.
Ephraim and Mira just glared.
"Alright then," he said, his fake smile disappearing. He then turned to three of the five stormtroopers, "Search the house. Do anything to find that machine."
"Sir, yes, sir," the three stormtroopers replied in unison before spliting up to search different rooms of the house.
The agent then turned to the other two, "Handcuff them, make sure they can't escape."
"D-daddy?" Asked Ezra as his parents started backing up from the stormtroopers. "W-what's going on?"
His father turned to him, his eyes stern, yet still soft, "Don't worry, okay? It's going to be fine. Just be quiet."
"Okay," Ezra whispered.
The two remaining stormtroopers suddenly grabbed Mira's arm, almost making her drop her second child.
"Hey!" Ephraim yelled, pushing the stormtrooper away from his wife. The second stormtrooper quickly grabbed him and handcuffed his hands behind his back. He then pushed down to the ground, so Ephraim was on his knees in front od the imperial agent.
Meanwhile, the first stormtrooper did the same with Mira, taking the child from her and giving it to Kallus. Then he handcuffed Ezra, also pushing him down on his knees.
"Hm," the Imperial Agent said, inspecting the child in his arms that had fallen asleep. You could guess that it was a female, due to the pink outfit and pink blanket covering her, and that she was at most 10 months old, due to her small form. The Agent smirked, "She is young. We can still train her. Here," he gave her to trooper number two, "We will bring her to the imperial ship soon."
"What?! You can't do that, you" (Ezra covered his ears as best as he could), "Scum-bag!" Mira screamed.
The Agent's smirk just widened. He then stepped in front of Ezra and kneeled so he was on eye-level with him. He then grabbed his chin, tears immediately wetting his glove and turned the boy's head left and right, inspecting him. "He is too old. We will just kill him," he let go of the child's chin, stood up, and pulled out a blaster from his holster, aiming it at Ezra's head and shot.
Suddenly, Ephraim pulled out a vibroknife from his back pocket, turned around, and slashed it across the Agent's leg. A scream escaped the Agent's lips, as he tumbled backwards, his shot hitting the wall instead of the boy's head. The commotion woke the sleeping child, and she started crying. Meanwhile, the three 'troopers immediately came running into the room, one taking the vibroknife from Ephraim and another one kicking him in the stomach.
Unfortunately for the Bridger family, the Agent fell on the small table in front of the couch. The table slid from the top of the hole, and the Agent fell into it. The sight would have been comical to the Bridgers, if it wouldn't assure their death.
Three of the troopers went down into the hole, while the other two stayed, one holding the baby, while the other pointing a blaster at the three members of the family.
After a few minutes of Emphraim having a staring contest with the 'trooper holding the blaster and the 'trooper holding the child desperately trying to make her stop screaming, the trooper with the blaster held his hand to his helmet, possibly getting a message in his communicator.
"Mmhm. Yes. No, sir. Now? Yes, sir," the 'trooper spoke, still holding pointing the blaster at the Bridgers. He then put his hand down and gestured to the Bridgers to stand up. They did, and followed the two troopers down the ladder to the hole.
They all stepped into a room. It was an average size, with a table and some sort of a machine on top of it on one side, while on the other, there was some sort of a circular door. There was also a bunk bed and another table with all sorts of tools on it.
"So," the Agent spoke, applying pressure on the wound on his leg. "This is where you send the messages, isn't it?"
No one spoke.
The Agent just smirked once again, and was about to say something else, but was interrupted by the child crying in the 'troopers arms, so instead he yelled, "Somebody shut that brat up, or I'm going to kill it!"
With that, Mira immideatly ran to her child. A stormtrooper went to stop her, but was stopped by the Agent's hand going up. Mira looked at her child and started singing a lullaby, tears streaming from her eyes. After a few verses, the child was quiet once again. The trooper that went to stop Mira then took her by the shoulders, and roughly took her back to the rest of her family.
The Agent gave a sigh of relief when the baby stopped screaming. "What was I saying," he muttered. "Ah, yes. So, you do realize that this means a death sentence, right?" He asked the two adults, his smirk coming back on his face. "Speaking up against the Empire, that is treason. And denying treason? Well, I might as well call you corpses," a few stormtroopers chuckled at that. "But don't worry. We will make an example of your death."
Mira then turned to his son, "You know what to do?" He nodded, and she smiled. "Alright. Like we practiced." She then put her still cuffed hand up behind her back, her son following her example. "Focus," she whispered to her son.
"What are you doing?" asked the coonfused Agent.
Suddenly, the handcuffs on the Bridgers unlocked and dropped to the ground. Ezra beamed, while his mother put her hand in front of her and threw the troopers and the Agent against the wall.
"A-a Jedi?!" Kallus yelled, shocked. He soon recovered from his shock, gave orders to fire at the woman, and called for reinforcements. Mira dodged, moving left and right, up and down. One of the shots hit Ezra in the shoulder and he yelled in surprise and pain. His father took his hand and ran with him under a table, next to the circular door.
"Remember the drill?" He asked his son. He nodded. "Alright. So-"
He was cut off by feet running down the ladder and a lightsaber igniting. Mira was standing in front of the troopers, including the new reinforcements, blocking the shots, and sometimes deflecting them back to a trooper. Her husband stared at her in aw and worry for a second, and then turned back to his son.
"I'm scared, daddy," Ezra said, tears streaming from his eyes.
"I-I know. And it's okay. It's okay to be scared at a time like this. I'm scared too. But it's okay, alright? Everything is going to be okay."
"Okay," his son replied, wiping the tears from his cheeks.
Ephraim smiled. "Alright. Wait here, okay? I will be right back." Not waiting for a reply, he went to the bunk beds. The trooper that was holding his daughter had placed her there when the fight broke out. He took her in his arms, by some miracle unnoticed, and ran back to Ezra.
"Okay. You are going to take your sister and go to the escape pod(1), alright?," he said, gesturing to the circular door in the wall and giving Ezra his sister. He took her and they both went to the escape pod. Ephraim quickly helped him get inside and tapped something in the screen inside the pod. Ezra looked at his father in worry.
"B-but what about you and mommy?"
"We're going to be okay. The most important thing right now is that you two are safe." He then hugged his son, "You're going to do great things one day. I love you."
Ezra smiled and hugged back.
The hug was quickly over, however, due to Ephraim letting out a scream and falling down. A trooper had shot him.
"Dad!" Ezra yelled.
"Ephraim!" Mira screamed, letting her guard down for just a second. A big mistake. One of the troopers took advantage of this and shot her in the stomach.
"Mom!"
Ezra quickly jumped out of the pod, leaving his sister straped to the seat inside.
"Ezra! G-go back to the pod!" Ephraim yelled at his son with the little strength he had left. He had been shot two times in the back, and blood was starting to leak from his mouth. Ezra looked at him in fear. He knew what that meant. His father was bleeding internally.*
"No! I'm not leaving you or mom!"
There was a laugh coming from the Agent, "This is all very sweet, but we're in a bit of a rush, so...," he nodded to a trooper and he shot Ezra, also in the stomach.
"Ezra!" His parents screamed. Mira stood up, holding her wound, and activated her light saber once again. She then charged at the troopers and started to fight them.
Kallus let out a frustrated sigh and went to the escape pod.
Ezra didn't know what to do. His father was dying next to him, his mother was fighting for their lives, and the Imperial Agent was about to take his sister. He just wanted it all to stop.
"No, no, no!" He yelled. "Stop!" He put his bands out, and suddenly, all the troopers, including the Imperial Agent, were thrown back.
"E-Ezra?" His mother looked at him in shock. She knew that he was force-sensitive, but she didn't know that he was so powerful. There were at least thirty troopers here and from the looks of it, they were all unconscious. Mira then collapsed, next to her husband and her son and tried to find Ephraim's pulse. Sadly, she didn't. She didn't even sense him anymore. She sighed, tears streaming from her eyes.
"I-is daddy okay?" Ezra asked.
Mira smiled at him. "Yes, h-he's fine. He's just sleeping." She then looked at Ezra's wound on his stomach and was surprised to see that there was no wound.
"I-I think the blastel was on stun," Ezra explained.
Mira sighed with relief and hugged her son. "I love you," she said.
There was a groan. The Imperial Agent was waking up.
"W-we h-have to get out of... Out of here," Mira said with some difficulty. She almost forgot about the wound in her stomach. She must've lost too much blood.(2) Suddenly, she collapsed.
"Mom!" Ezra yelled, shaking his mother's shoulders.
Meanwhile, the Agent came to his senses. He went to the pod, going to take the child. If the mother and the son were force-sensitive, there was a chance that the daughter was too. And the Empire could always use another killing machine.
Ezra noticed the Agent. "No!" He yelled for what felt like a hundredth time this day. He ran to the pod and pressed a button that would launch the pod. He would not let the Empire take anymore of his family.
"You brat!" The Agent yelled. He took out his blaster and set it to stun. If he couldn't have the girl, maybe the boy could be changed into a killing machine.
He fired three shots.
Ezra fell, and the world went black.
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Ezra sat up in his bed on the Ghost, breathing heavily. 'Great,' he thought. 'It's 'That Day' again."
