Um hi, yes. So sorry about the long break! So here's a short fic, slightly AU but that doesn't affect much of what happens.

Ayraia Kryze stared down the alleyway, not doing much, just watching and waiting for her target. My hand slowly moved to Secret. The lightsaber/energy bow's canister felt smooth in my gloved hands, smooth but not cold. Instead it felt warm from previous use. Oh how long ago it seemed that I had went by the name of Avarisa Navia, hiding this very weapon and resisting it's use with all my might. Watcher was dead now, she had died fighting three jedi at once. She saved my life, along with the life of several wrongly accused criminals. The Republic had hated us, so too had the Sepratists. Yet now the empire did too, and vehemently so. I had been hunted across many a system.

Then, I saw my target. A boy, no older than fourteen, capturing him would be hard. At least that's what they told me. They also told me he was related to them in some way. Probably a nephew of theirs, they didn't look like the kind of people who would have children. I mean, who has kids, so their kids can be ruled by such horrible people? At least that seemed like the logic they might use. I couldn't be sure, my mission was to bring him to Haven, where they would be waiting for me. I waited slowly sliding towards the other side of the alley making little noise as I did so. I watched for shifts in the crowd. Then I saw my chance, the crowd swelled in my direction, and I ducked into it. Walking towards the boy, I grabbed his wrist. He might have shouted, but he was drowned out by the massive crowd surrounding what looked to be a new shop. I then promptly set a blaster of mine to stun, shot him knocking him out, and stuffed him into a bag like a sack of blue, orange, and skin colored potatoes.

Back on my ship the Prisim, my apprentice Seairra came up to me, she looked worried.

"What's in the bag?" She asked, her green eyes alight with curiosity.

"You know that largely anti-imperial couple?" Jeez, I was starting to sound like my dad. Answer a question with a question, I wasn't even raised by my dad or mom and yet I still manage to emulate both of them. Well for the breif time I knew them.

"Which one?," Searria asked jokingly. "This is Haven we're talking about. Everyone is anti-imperial, especially the people who are staying there permantly."

"The Bridgers asked me to bring them their nephew," I explained, gesturing to the sack before engaging the hiperdrive and setting course from Garrell and back to Unniddr. "At least that's what I think he is. They called him 'our little boy' so it's unclear."

"Do you think anyone will try and get him back?" Oh Seairra, always full of questions as usual.

"I doubt it. They didn't say he had any relatives or anyone else who would've taken care of him."

"That'll make our job much easier, by the way what's his name?"

"Ezra, I think."

ALERT, ALERT, EZRA HAS BEEN CAPTURED, EVERYONE RUN IN CIRCLES FLAILING THEIR ARMS AND SCREAMING IN PANIC. Just kidding he'll be fine. Two of my OC's are in this fanfic, so it's kinda a crossover between pulsar and Dark Phoenix.- ADSF