A/N: I'm sorta back. This is the starting chapter almost like a prologue but not quite. The way I am going to do it is, I am going write a chapter or two and in between said segments or arcs have a flashback to some point before the whole crew was there, to show how connected some of the characters are to one another. That being said most of it will be Ezra and Sabine since this story is about them for the most part and they will not be short but they will also not be long if that makes any sense. This will also show how and why Ezra was influenced to the Dark side so easily at the beginning of the show but not knowingly. I also am sorry for not getting this out sooner, I was procrastinating for the most part while also trying to deal with my computer that decided at the end of the semester to act up with only 3 weeks left. I want to say thanks to hivedragon for betaing this story and being patient with me. There will be about 1 or 2 more prologue chapters before I put out the other chapters that I have written. Finally, I want to thank you to all of the readers who have followed and favorited my story, without a literal story to read.

I do not know any rights that pertain to Star Wars, I just love Star Wars.

The Start of Something New

6 ½ weeks before the 15thEmpire Day

It was a beautiful day in Lothal, well what could be considered beautiful the grass was still a pale yellow, the sky was still not as vibrant as before the Empire and there was still all the 'wonderful' Imperial propaganda, but there was a cool breeze that made the heat of the summer sun more bearable and not a single star destroyer in sight. For now.

Ezra Bridger, was a 14-year-old boy with blue-black hair, an orange jumpsuit with a slingshot that was openly shown on his right wrist but hidden beneath his jumpsuit were two weapons that he knew nothing about and almost never used unless training with them: one being an extremely old pistol that was silver/black on the muzzle, handle, and magazine, with a blue/silver at the sights with a few spots of rust here and there, and the other weapon being a small knife that was a black but it had three different sized blades that were all retractable into the handle of knife, decided that today of all days was a good day to cause some mischief. Nothing major like blowing anything up or killing an Imperial, but maybe just browse around in the market to make his quota. His quota wasn't much just 50 credits a week, but for an orphan, otherwise known as a loth rat or street rat, it wasn't the easiest thing to do. Especially for someone of his reputation, being known as a thief and a con artist all over Capital City didn't help either. So, he had to get creative most of the time.

"Let's see what trouble we can start and get out of today," Ezra whispered to no one in particular.

Walking around the city he was able to spot a few patrols here and there but nothing worthy of note, but he still was able to swipe 5 credits off a drunk and liberated speeder parts here and there (only from Imperial soldiers' speeders though), but not enough to settle his quota with his 'affiliates'. What he found barely brought him up 12 credits since they lowballed him. Ezra decided that before he got too much excitement for the day he'd head to Old Joh's to eat, because as he heard several times over the years by Old Joh "A growing boy has to eat".

Ezra waltzed right in the bar at sat down at his usual spot, order the same meal he always got, jogan fruit cake and bantha milk. Once he was done with his meal he got up and paid for his meal, and as he exiting Old Joh's he suddenly pulled into the alley by someone.

"Whatever the hell you want from me, I can't give you because I'm broke," Ezra stated with anger.

"Oh, but I think you do, Loth rat," the other said in even tone that unsettling.

Ezra's eye shot up at hearing the man's voice "Dev what are doing, I don't have to make my payment till the end of the week, you know that."

"I do but there is something going at the end of the week, so I decided to remind you who your loyalty lies." Dev replied with a glint of mischief in his eye, he then pulled out his standard issue E-11 that he most likely stole and pointed it at Ezra "do you remember the last time you were late with your payment."

Ezra just nodded his head, and Dev continued, "now do you have anything for me or should I go ahead and remind you?" Having a sinister smile plastered over his face.

"Now let's not do anything that you would Dev, but yes I do have some speeder parts on that came from Imperials. Is that good enough for you because if it is then I will be on my way."

As he turned around not waiting for an answer, he heard Dev whistle and he tensed up. Two men came around the corner of the opening in the alleyway and cornered him in.

"Now", Dev started, "it's not that I don't believe a loth rat, but I don't believe or trust anybody at all. So, I believe you know of my associates here so let's get down to brass tax. Either you give me everything on you that's not your clothes and your worthless slingshot or I have them" pointing at the two bodyguards, "search you, so what's it going to be. Huh?"

At this point Ezra knew what was going to happen so he did the best, well first, thing that came to his mind, and he tried to run through the gap between the meatheads but was stopped immediately by Dev. "Tsk, Tsk. That was the wrong move boy, so let's see what you are hiding. Hm?" As they ripped off his jacket, Dev immediately saw the blaster that Ezra had hidden "My, what is a loth rat like you going around Capitol City with a gun like this?"

"Give that back you sleemo" Ezra practically screamed whilst being restrained. His vision around the edge starting turning red

"Why would I do that, when you would just use it against me and my buddies then try to rob one of the Lothalian merchants.?"

"I only steal from the Imperials and you know that, plus it is one of the last things I have from my parents." Ezra's anger started to rise, as the red in vision became more dominant.

"Oh, so this is from your mommy and daddy," his said mockingly, "Doesn't matter because this is the real-world kid, and the real world would pay a pretty credit to have something like this and it would make your quota for at least a month if not more."

"NO! it's not for sale!" the red ring almost encompassing his entire line of sight and still struggling against his captor's grip.

"No, did you just tell me, no?" he mocked "Well this just can't do, so let's make a deal shall we, I keep the blaster and I kill you, how does that sound." As he walked forward pointed the gun at Ezra's chest.

The last thing that Ezra heard was a gunshot, his vision finally all red and then nothing. He felt no pain and saw nothing but darkness.