Authors note: Months after the event of the previous installment in this series Ezra has become the Inquisitor's Apprentice…turning his back on his former master Kanan. Sabine and Hera plan for their nuptials as they approach while finalizing plans to choose their replacements. There is emptiness though on the Ghost and Kanan has fell into a deep Jedi funk over losing Ezra to the dark side. This is the final story and whether it will be a happy wedding or not remains to be seen. So to kick things off let us have some fun on the dark side.

STAR WARS REBELS

Seeking a partner to be stranded with 3

CH.1: Ezra unleashed

Nar Shadda…the seediest underbelly the galaxy had to offer. It was filled with scum and villainy that made Mos Eisley look like a pleasure paradise of sorts. Bounty Hunters, the vile kind resided in chairs at the bar drinking stuff so toxic it could melt the insides of anyone not with the stomach for it. Ezra had been in Nar Shadda for a few months now, though he had been training under the Inquisitor longer than that. Ever since he found him, or he found him on Hoth the two had been training nonstop…honing in on skills Kanan was just getting around to.

Ezra had grown a foot taller and he was a bit older to the point where it looked like he actually belonged there, scary but kind of cool. He was actually better than he was months ago trying to pretend he was ok with Sabine being a lesbian with Hera. Nursing his drink, non-alcoholic but with a few colors added it could fool anyone, his eyes roamed the area where he had been working on his target. The Inquisitor told him of a dark lord of the Sith named Vader, a killer of Jedi and the personal Apprentice of the Emperor himself. Apparently there was a Jedi here Vader missed and it was their job to end him.

Ezra had fought long and hard to get to this point…and while in his stomach there were seeds of doubt planted from his time with Kanan he could not disappoint his master. The stage was backwashed by colored lights and Ezra turned his attention there to see a majestic and beautiful girl strut her stuff. She was something else wearing a tight form fitting attire of black as her long blond hair fell to her shoulders. She took in all the audience including them in her sensuous dance, her hips moving to the pulsing music all around her…everything about her dance was exotic. Ezra was hooked.

Her eyes were a lavender hue and her mouth was working into a crooked grin. She was a pro, her hands already unzipping her outfit and as she stepped out of it she wore a black top over a skirt that moved with her. The audience was clapping and howling but Ezra could not speak…he was mesmerized. He never thought he could feel anything for anyone else after Sabine and yet in the unlikeliest of places he found her. Moving from his seat he took a few tentative steps before his coat flew back and then all bets were off.

"He's got a lightsaber!" Someone close by yelled and Ezra saw the girl on stage give him a look and then she hurried off the stage.

"No wait it isn't what you think…what is your name?" Ezra cursed his luck and then noticed a man moving with the crowd, his shoulders were slumped like he was trying to hide.

Ezra remembered the picture the Inquisitor showed him…the very picture that led him here doing his best to flush him out. Now there he was…shaggy brown hair trailing down his back and beady eyes that looked over his shoulder like he was being followed…which he was. Chances are he was here to see the mystery girl on stage just as much as him. Ezra felt torn between duty and potential romance…but one thing he remembered from Kanan is romance did not mix with the force.

Hurrying after him he sees him spot him then breaks into a cold run. "No wait…ugh…this is not boding well for my first mission." Ezra pushed through limbs and tentacles, best not to think of; his hand reached for his weapon remembering that he was to strike without mercy, without hesitation when he found him for if he did…he was dead. The man was much faster than him…likely due to the force. Of course who was he but also a force inhibited individual…this should prove fun.

"Alright…time to test out this ability," he noted to himself and then burst into a full force run. People were a blur to him as he raced after the man, his target through the streets of Nar Shadda. As he went to leap over the rail he saw him land on a vehicle speeding off.

Cleansing his mind of distraction he leaps after him and lands on a vehicle ascending at dizzying speed. Managing his balance he focuses the power of the force in his legs and somersaults into the air and lands just behind the man. His stomach was doing flips on him but he could not afford to throw up…not now at least. The man had his back to him and Ezra fingered his weapon listening to the sound of the vehicle under them and the pilot who had yet to look up.

"You have come to kill me…and one so young at that," the man had a weariness to him, like he had been doing this for a while.

"I am sorry…but my Master is testing me…I can't fail now. You have escaped the Sith for sometime…now you must join the others who have fallen clinging onto their faith in the good, the Jedi way. The Sith are striking…make it easy on yourself and face me…with weapon drawn."

Ezra removed his weapon and lit it up, the orange blade shimmering in the night of Nar Shadda. He had chosen the color orange because it was his favorite color…that and red just seemed to be almost every Sith made lightsaber, seriously why were Jedi allowed to have green and blue? His own lightsaber he had destroyed back on Hoth and finding a crystal of this color was no easy feat…he must have looked on at least three planets.

"If I wield a weapon at you I would be breaking a vow I took to lay down my weapon after Vader began his hunt. I have tried to live a normal life…ignoring many of my Force intuitions or try and help the Galaxy in these troubling times…do not make me take up my weapon." The man finally turned and he saw how sunken in his eyes were…his body looked frail and yet for someone so broken he managed to make a leap that could have killed him. There was still fight in him.

"You and I are going to fight…and then you will die." Ezra raced at him and the man held out his hand sending him flying off the ship.

"Whoa…hey…ahhh!" Ezra felt himself slipping and he barely had time to grip the back of the ship. The ship was still speeding and he was being dragged behind, his grip on his lightsaber still tight…but he needed both hands to hold on before falling.

The man walked over to the edge and gazed down at him. Holding out his hand he did not know what to do…except take it. Being pulled up he looks into his eyes and waits…but the man just shakes his head. "I have saved you…but I know that will not be enough. There is a rooftop nearby…if you wish to fight we shall do so there…away from onlookers."

Ezra looked around and saw passing vehicles and knew why Sith wore hoods. Agreeing to his plan he watches him leap onto another vehicle and he does the same. When the two meet up on the rooftop he sees him shirk off his robe revealing fading Jedi fatigues and attached to his belt is a lightsaber. So…the Inquisitor was right after all. It was a shame to do this…seeing how he did save his life.

"The girl with the blond hair…she is my daughter. She is very special to me and no one must know of her connection to me. If you still intend to do this look after her…protect her from the Sith…and yourself. It is all I ask."

Ezra felt guilt eat away at the pit of his stomach as had been drooling after her that entire time. The man was facing certain death, though; it was clear he likely at one point fought in the Clone Wars or some conflict that caused him to run away. Nodding his head though; he holds his weapon out and the man lights up his own weapon with the blue blaze adding to the night.

"You have my word…now fight Jedi!" Ezra races at him and the clash of blades fills the night air with the static hiss of their weapons. Ezra takes his training to heart as he parries against the recluse Jedi, each attack driving him back as he embraces the anger inside.

The man says nothing as he spins his body and slices at his back causing Ezra to howl in pain. Even after all this time…the guy fought like he was still in tune with the force. Shaking his head he flips over him and swings for his head but his blade passes over where his head should be. Feeling his body flung into the air he finds himself rolling along the roof. Getting to his feet he glowers at the man who brandishes his weapon in a mocking gesture.

Ezra goes to meet his blade again and then places his hand out and an electrical shock courses through his body into the man. The man was so caught up in defending he had no way to block this attack, nor did he think he capable of it. Ezra was still working on bettering this but for now it would render him vulnerable for his finishing attack. The man dropped his guard and Ezra kicked him near the edge of the roof.

"Well done…it is clear your path to the dark side is all but complete. However…should my daughter learn who killed her father…you will have more on your plate then you know what to do with."

"Shut up!" Ezra plunges his blade into his chest then watches as his body tumbles off the roof. His eyes go wide as he realizes what he has done…his body cold all over…there was no going back now…even if he wanted to. He had just committed the worse act ever. And as the body disappeared down below…another Jedi bit the dust.

Authors note: And with that the final story is a go. Ezra has killed a Jedi…not only that but the father of the girl he has grown to have feelings for. This should complicate things I am sure. Next chapter we join up with Hera and Sabine.