*The only character I own is Alexandra Dragon and her parents. Everything else Star Wars belongs to George Lucas and Lucas Films...and (shudders) Disney.

Ezra watched the Troopers take a step back at the sight of the blood-red lightsaber wielded by the hooded figure, their blasters shaking in their hands that were still pointed at them.

"It's a Jedi!" One of them yelped.

A burst of anger went through the hooded figure; Ezra could even hear a growl come from the person. He…or she, definitely didn't like the fact that it was called a Jedi, at all. He jerked back when the person suddenly threw the lightsaber at the Storm Troopers, the red blade becoming a large, circular blur as it barreled its way towards them. The hot blade cut through the first Trooper in its path, making the Trooper drop dead, the cut was so deep.

The rest of the Troopers fired their blasters. The person's lightsaber returned to their hand in a knick of time. They held it up in defense, swinging it back and forth at every single blaster bolt. The bolts were flying everywhere, thanks to the rebound from the lightsaber. With their free hand, they pushed their palm forwards, curling their fingers as if they were crushing something invisible in their hand. The Troopers' blasters shook in their hands until they were yanked out of their hands, flying towards the person at great speed when they yanked their hand back. The lightsaber cut through blasters like butter, the parts clattering to their feet.

The person rushed forward towards the Troopers, leaving Ezra defenseless and all alone. It leaped high into the air, high above the Troopers' heads. They came back to earth, spinning in the air with their lightsaber's blade pointed outwards, turning itself into a buzz saw. It mowed down the handful of Imperial Troopers that stood below it that didn't have the brains to move out of their way, the cuts made by the blade visibly fatal and deep. As soon as the person landed on their feet, it used the Force to lift up one of the bodies of the dead soldiers and flung it at another, knocking them down.

Ezra looked away when he saw the person stab their lightsaber deep into the Imperial's skull, but somehow to find himself watching again, seeing the person continue to cut down the last like they were nothing at all. His eyes widened when he saw the lightsaber's blade retract, returning into it's harmless state. The person aimed their free hand at the last Trooper, who seemed to try to bring out a grenade and contact their superior. The hand formed into a loose grip, but nothing was in their hand. Ezra's eyes were about to bug out of his head when he saw the Imperial suddenly becoming immobile, clawing at his throat while wheezing for breath and coughing. The soldier was lifted off of the ground, levitating as he still gripped onto his throat, as if someone was choking him. The person suddenly closed their hand into a tight fist and the most sickening snap came to Ezra's ears. He watched the Trooper drop limp to the ground like a ragdoll, dead.

Ezra was lost for words, unable to figure out if he should thank the person for saving him or just run. He was honestly terrified, his heart threating to burst out of his chest, the roar of his blood rushing in his ears almost deafening him. He didn't notice that he was shaking until he looked down, trying to avoid eye contact with the person who slowly turned to face him. He took a couple deep, calming breaths. But the calm they gave him disappeared as he heard footsteps come towards him. They were light and quick, hardly making a sound at all.

He reluctantly looked up to see the person in the black cloak stop a couple feet in front of him, lightsaber still in hand. He gulped and mustered the courage to say to the person, "Thanks…for, uh…blocking the shot and…killing…everybody."

There was no form of response from the person. As if their encountered had continued, their stare down commenced. Not a single word was spoken.

Ezra couldn't explain it but he could…sense something coming from the person, the feeling getting stronger by the second. It took him a second to remember that he had figured it out once before. "You…you're the person I'm sensing the Force ever since we came back to Lothal! Did you sense me too? Is that why you protected me—?"

"I…protect no one…"

The voice coming from the figure made ice form in Ezra's veins. It was cold and rough, also slightly deep. You could hear the bitterness that radiated off of the person in their voice. But, even though it was a bit on the deep side, Ezra could tell that was the voice of a female. And it was hinted with a Dathomirian accent but it was so faint, it was hardly even there anymore.

Ezra stammered, "B-But, if you didn't protect me, then…what did you do…e-exactly?"

"You are a Jedi…" the person stated. "That is why I blocked the blaster…" The lightsaber hissed at ignition. "...So I can kill you myself." With a yell, she threw the lightsaber at Ezra like she did with the Troopers before.

Ezra ducked from the lightsaber, backing away and somersaulting to the side to get out of the returning lightsaber's way. He took cover behind a crate and fired a few of his energy sling shots. The person coolly leaned to the side, dodging each ball of energy. In panic mode now, Ezra got onto the speeder that held his mission's cargo and sped away from the person. He looked over his shoulder to see that no one was behind him, making him sigh in relief.

Then the Force started whirring in his ears again, making his heart skip a beat. She was getting close.

He yelped when a flash of red appeared in front of his speeder, the blur cutting the front in two. The explosion caused by the speeder sent Ezra flying against the wall. Groaning in pain, he got up from the ground, resting his head into his palm from both the explosion and the Force senses pounding against his skull.

He heard his com go off, the voice of Kanan talking to him, "Spectre 6, what's taking you so long? We're waiting at the rendezvous point for you."

Ezra saw through the smoke of the former speeder the person in the black cloak land from jumping off of the high building just behind it. He saw the red glow of her lightsaber appear through inky black smoke, the glow becoming brighter, telling him that she was getting closer to him. He pulled up his com, hurriedly explaining, "I kind of bumped into…a problem?"

"Problem? What kind of problem?"

"Um…it's kind of hard to explain."

"Did you provoke the Imperials again?"

"No, no, no! This guy is definitely not with the Empire! She's got a lightsab—"

He yelped when the com ripped off of his sleeve. He slowly looked up to see the girl wielding the red lightsaber stand before him, his com in her hand.

"Kid? Kid?! What's going on? You there? Kid—"

The cloaked girl crushed the com in her hand, it sparking and crackling under her enclosed palm. The pieces rained onto the ground, the broken com still sparking. She stomped on it, twisting her toe of her grey boot on it. Ensuring that it will never work again.

Ezra suddenly felt his airways shut. He gripped his hand on his throat, trying to get rid of the invisible force that was squeezing the life out of him. He felt himself get lifted off of the ground, floating in thin air. His legs kicked through the air, trying to retaliate with the invisible force. He watched the girl walk towards him, her hand in the grip fashion like she did to a Trooper before. He could feel the heat of the red beam that was close to his throat.

"You are only a Youngling…" the girl spoke. "Where is your Master?"

"Let…let me go…"

"Tell me where your Master is…" the girl spat. "I know that was him on the comlink. And that you're the reason that my plan was foiled back at the Square…tell me where he is." She closed her hand slightly. Ezra gasped and began to choke for air, feeling the force against his neck become tighter. "Now."

Ezra glared into her eyes, he could see them now. They were large and light blue, almond in shape. But that was all he could see, it was like the rest of her blended into the shadows that was created by her hood. He managed to let out through his collapsing airway, "Never."

Her eyes flashed bitterly. "You will tell me where he is. I just might let you live if you do…"

Even he knew that was a lie. Ezra knew that she would kill him on the spot. "You're just…going to kill me…anyways."

She growled. She thrusted her hand forward. Ezra yelled in surprise to feel himself get flung backwards, his head and the rest of his body slamming against the dead-end's wall. He could breathe again. He hissed in pain when she grabbed him by his hair and yanked him up.

"Tell me where your Master is!" She yelled.

"No!" Ezra shouldered her in the gut, making her let go of him. She fell hard onto the ground, her lightsaber falling out of her hand and its blade retracted. He scrambled up to his feet and went to bolt away from the girl. He froze in place to see Imperials start to surround them. He heard the roar of a TIE fighter, looking up to see it hover above him and the girl. All of their blasters were pointed at them.

The girl slowly got up to her feet and came to Ezra's side, her mind no longer on him but on the Imperials. Her hood slipped down to her shoulders, surprising Ezra with her appearance.

Her skin was a light rusty orange with a grey hue to it. On top of her head, instead of hair, there were white head-tails with blue wavy stripes that came to a point at the top and at the ends, their length coming to her collar bone. The blue on the tips of her horns were diamond shaped. A copper beaded string came from the top of her head. She was obviously a Togruta, a rare species to find now a-days.

But when Ezra leaned forward to see more of her, he gave her a puzzled look. Instead of the white markings like all Togrutas had, hers where grey. Her markings were jagged in shape, the ones coming out from under her montrals were shaped like a lightning bolt and had an upside down triangle that curved with her cheek bone under her eyes. Her markings around her eyes reminded him of kohl. The metal clamps on her head were silver and triangular in shape, the one dead center of her head tails was shaped as a large three clawed paw. Beads came from the center clamp and came across her forehead, hooking onto the second to last clamp and a red jewel dangled from the dangling beads.

He looked away when her blue eyes snapped over to him. Her eyes drifted back to the large squadron of Imperial Troopers and held out her right hand. Her lightsaber rattled against the dusty ground and flew into her palm, igniting at the touch of her skin. She reached under her black cloak and brought out another lightsaber, a twin to her other one. It ignited. She twirled them in her hands as she crouched slightly, one held in front of her defensively and the other above her head, ready to attack.

"You can't take all these guys by yourself!" Ezra told her.

She looked over her shoulder and furrowed her brow. "Quiet, Youngling."

"Stop calling me that!"

The girl didn't make a response to his protest, her eyes returning back to the Troopers and they narrowed. They weren't taking fire.

She suddenly felt an electrical charge surge through her, her body spasming at the shock. She cried in pain when another surge, more powerful than the last one. She stumbled to the ground. Ezra went to see if she was alright but froze when he saw a shocker chip land on her neck, by two others. He watched electricy pulse out of the devise, making the Togruta spasm even more until she plopped onto her side, her lightsaber blades returning into their silver cylinders. She was unconscious.

Ezra groaned when he felt one attach to him as well, the shock rather unpleasant. It took two shocks to knock him out. The last though that went through his head was that he was being captured by the Empire…

And his team wouldn't even know it.