Hi, Specter7 here. So, as I mentioned before, these one-shots are pure inspiration so I write as I re-watch the episodes and pick out my favorite parts. Ezra's transmission is one of the best parts in all of Star Wars Rebels (in my opinion) as it captures Ezra conquering fear, embracing hope, and growing up. So, I put part of the episode, "Call to Action," into words and onto virtual paper. Enjoy.

Season 1: Episode 11- Call to Action

"Ezra's Transmission"

"All of us have lost things, and we will take more losses before this is over. But we can't let that stop us from taking risks. We have to move forward.

…And when the time comes…we have to be ready to sacrifice for something bigger."

-Kanan Jarrus

Ezra dodged blaster bolts as he commandeered his speeder. Zeb was on the back, grabbing Ezra's shoulders to keep from falling off as Ezra jerked the speeder in a zig-zagging motion.

Karabast! Ezra cursed mentally. How'd the Empire get here so quick?

He brought his speeder to a stop in front of Kanan, who was guarding the front entrance of the communications tower.

It had been Kanan's idea to take control of the Empire's tower and transmit a speech that would hopefully rally people to their cause. And now, it seemed as if the plan was backfiring on them.

The entrance's automatic door slid open and Sabine ran out, only to be stopped by Kanan.

"Not this way," the Jedi said, ushering the Mandalorian away. "Back inside."

Ezra got off his speeder.

"Are you crazy?" Sabine exclaimed as Kanan gestured for her to go back into the tower.

"Take the lift!" Kanan commanded and Sabine, Zeb and Chopper jogged (or in the astromech's case, rolled) past the entrance. "Hera'll meet you at the top."

"Wait!" Ezra said suddenly, looking up at his master. "What about you?"

They couldn't leave Kanan behind! Either they all escaped or none of them did.

"I'll take the next one," Kanan said solemnly, and Ezra met his eyes.

He's lying, the Padawan thought suddenly. Ezra was about to say something but was pushed by Zeb.

"Let's go," the Lasat growled.

The words died on Ezra's tongue as Zeb ushered him down the Imperial hallway.

"Ezra!" Kanan called suddenly.

He turned to see his master with his lightsaber ignited, standing bravely at the tower's entrance.

"I'll be right behind you."

Kanan seemed to look at Ezra with serious aquamarine eyes and his face said more than words ever could.

Peace overcame Ezra, even as alarms blared and panic overtook Zeb and Sabine. Ezra simply nodded to his master and watched, mouth agape as Kanan turned, readied his lightsaber and faced off against Imperial tanks as they slowed to a stop in front of the Jedi.

Ezra couldn't believe his eyes as Kanan slammed a fist over the controls and the automatic door slid shut.

He whirled around and took the lift up to the last floor along with Sabine, Zeb and Chop. Ezra was jittery the whole time. The plan had gone wrong! This wasn't what was supposed to happen! The Empire wasn't supposed to be there!

Ezra burst from the lift entrance as the machine finally stopped and the door slid open. He looked around frantically. "Where's Kanan?" he asked to no one in particular as he leaned over the railing, searching with panicked eyes for his master.

Suddenly, an Imperial ship rose in front of them, the doors open, revealing a small squadron of stormtroopers. The white-armored men immediately open fired at the rebels.

Ezra's eyes were wide and he didn't even have time to fire back as a shot nearly took his head off, had it not been for the metal railing in front of him.

Heart racing, Ezra threw himself to the floor, hands covering his head, as blaster bolts erupted around him.

Finally, they slowed to a stop and one of the troopers ordered, "Put your hands up! If any of you go for your weapons, we will open fire."

Ezra slowly stood, looking at Zeb and Sabine. The two hesitantly raised their arms and backed against the wall.

Ezra stood next to Sabine. "You got a plan?" he murmured.

"Nope," she replied just as quietly. "I've got a miracle."

Ezra hid a smile from the troopers as they brought their ship closer, getting ready to capture the rebels.

Sabine suddenly dropped her hands and grabbed one of the magnetic paint bombs off her belt and with expert aim, threw it right for the ship. The idiot troopers just stared at the weapon as it beeped.

Ezra watched in awe as the bomb imploded, sending up a spectacular explosion of purple and orange. The ship spiraled downward and Ezra suddenly realized that Kanan was still down on the platform, fighting…

The Inquisitor?

No, no, no! Ezra thought frantically. Kanan can't face him alone!

He watched helplessly as his master dodged the Pau'an's blade over and over again and tried unsuccessfully to slash him. The Inquisitor suddenly Force-pushed Kanan against the sealed blast doors, holding him there.

"Kanan!" Ezra shouted.

No! He needs me! He needs my help!

But before Ezra could do anything, the Phantom suddenly slowed to a stop in front of them. He looked at the pale gray ship and knew Hera was flying it. Who else could make quick work of an Imperial ship but her?

The hatch opened up and Chopper flew into the Phantom. Ezra watched as Sabine glanced at him, her mask hiding her expression and then pounced on the rail and into the Phantom like it was the easiest thing in the galaxy. And then Zeb.

Ezra watched uncertainly as blaster shots glanced off the Phantom, causing small explosions.

I have to make a choice.

The Phantom wasn't going to take much more of the fire. He had to move and he had to move now

But what about Kanan? Ezra thought helplessly. His master was down there fighting the Inquisitor! He couldn't do it on his own!

But Ezra saw Sabine in the ship, gesturing to him to hurry up.

He shielded his eyes as another explosion rocked the Phantom and he bounded over the railing and into the ship.

"Specter Two," Kana's voice crackled over the Phantom's intercom. "Get out of here!"

"Not an option, Kanan," Ezra heard Hera say, seeming to steel her nerves. Ezra nodded. Hera was right. They couldn't leave Kanan. They wouldn't.

"No time!" the Jedi shouted. "Go!"

Ezra looked at Hera's face. What? She was buying into this? No! No, they couldn't leave him!

"We can't!" Ezra cried, emotion swelling in his voice.

"HERA!" Kanan yelled, almost screaming.

Ezra watched with wide eyes as Hera looked sadly at her feet and then hesitantly pressed a button.

Ezra sprinted to the end of the Phantom… but Hera had just closed the hatch. No! Ezra thought frantically. Kanan said he'd be right behind me! We can't abandon him!

But Hera didn't lower the hatch or decrease altitude so they could save Kanan. She simply dodged a few more blaster bolts, the red shots crackling against the Phantom's shields.

Ezra watched helplessly as they lifted off, the thrusters taking them far, far away from Kanan, who was left alone with the Inquisitor.

Ezra stared at the clunky, rusted, boxy transmitter in front of him. Kanan had sacrificed himself so that they could escape. And not just that, but so others could hear the message that the rebels were about to send.

Kanan had did all of what he did… for this very moment.

"It's ready," Sabine said. She had been tweaking the transmitter and now pushed it towards Ezra. "Are you?" she asked quietly.

Ezra didn't reply and stared strait at the ancient machine, fighting off tears. His master… his master's sacrifice would not be in vain.

Ezra turned the little knob to the right frequency and slight static emitted from it.

Speak from your heart, Ezra, he told himself.

"We have been called criminals," Ezra said in an even voice. "But we are not."

"We are Rebels."

"Fighting for the people… Fighting for you."

Ezra thought about the people in Tarkintown that they fed regularly. He remembered their eager, hopeful faces. That was what they were fighting for! Stealing what the Empire took and giving it back to the citizens.

"I-I'm not that old," he continued, "but I remember a time when things were better on Lothal. Maybe not great, but never like this.

Ezra thought about his parents… how happy they were… how many times they told him they loved him… until the Empire took all of that away. Karabast! Those Imperial scum stole the only ones close to him!

"See what the Empire has done to your lives? To your families and your freedom?"

There was no stopping Ezra now as he passionately spoke against the atrocities of the Empire. Someone had to stand up! They couldn't keep on living like this! He refused to!

"It's only gonna get worse," Ezra said. "Unless we stand up and fight back! …It won't be easy. There'll be loss. A-And sacrifice."

Kanan. The Empire had taken his parents and now they took Kanan too. Kanan had sacrificed himself for them… For him.

"But we can't back down just because we're afraid!" Ezra said passionately, his hands curled into fists. "That's when we need to stand the tallest."

Ezra remembered his father, kneeling in front of him, telling him to stand up for those who couldn't stand up for themselves. To never give into fear.

"That's what my parents taught me. …That's what my new family helped me remember!"

Kanan, standing in front of him, telling him to be ready to sacrifice for something bigger. Because freedom was worth it.

"Stand up together!" Ezra encouraged. "Because that's when we're strongest…"

He clenched his jaw determinedly, proclaiming the last words.

"…As one."

The transmitter suddenly went dead and static filled the common room. Ezra slowly let go of the frequency knob and looked at Sabine.

"Was it worth it?" he asked helplessly. He glanced up at Hera. "Do you think anybody heard?"

The green-skinned Twi'lek was smiling. "I have a feeling they did."

Ezra furrowed his brows and angrily curled his hands into fists again. "This isn't over," he said furiously. He hated the Empire. They hadn't seen the last of the Ghost crew. They would rescue Kanan.

"No. It. Isn't." Hera bit out, just as angry.

Ezra looked around at what was left of his family and saw the same angry determination. Kanan would stand there, in the common room, once again.

And Ezra wouldn't stop until he found him.