Chapter 7- Good side

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Ezra never thought in all is years living in the street, that he would actually be wishing he was starring down a blaster. For what he starred down was far more fighting than a blaster, but a…lightsaber? (That's what it's called..right?) the weapon of the Jedi. The Jedi that were supposedly wiped out. Supposedly. But here Ezra stood, in a darkened alleyway of Lothal, a head member of one of the most powerful gangs of Lothal unmoving at his feet, as his hopes of the blaster being set to stun being unanswered, with a laser sword, a weapon of a extinct population, being held by some guy with yellow eyes, and the creepiest smirk of all time.

Sure. Why not. Because that kind of thing happens all the time!

The heat coming off of the blade about three inches from Ezra's face made him wonder just how much it would hurt to be struck by that thing. A lesson that Ezra really didn't want to learn. Best to stay on this guys good side. Assuming he had one.

"What do they call you, young one?" Asked the man, uh, 'inquisitor',weapon still drawn.

"Call me?" Said Ezra. "Uh, Dev. Dev Morgan." Said Ezra, pulling out his usual fake name, curiosity setting in. "Why'd you save me?" He questioned.

"Hum." Yellow eyes pondered. "Do hope that wasn't a complaint, I could kill you at my hearts content." So why hasn't he? "Padawan Morgan," he continued, "Has a rather good charm to it, wouldn't you agree?" Ezra just went ahead and assumed that he wasn't looking for an answer.

Padawan? Lightsaber laser sword thing. Just threw a bunch of gang members across the ally with his hand. Who was this guy! 'An imperial.' Ezra reminded himself. 'He's just an imperial.' "I saved you, youngling, because you hold great value. You come with me, and I'll show you true power. Power your little Jedi friend can only imagine."

Jedi friend? Did he mean Kanan, with the Ghost crew? Power? Ezra had just about as much power as a mouse agent a Loth-cat! All the words coming out of this mouth were confusing, yet oddly tempting. Nevertheless, he had a weapon on him, and a straight face was all he had on him. "Sorry, mom told me not to get in ships with strangers." Smirked Ezra. The yellow eyed man's face fell the slightest bit.

"Charming." He said dryly. "You have power in you, boy. Power that can be of true value to your Empire."

"Empire?" Said Ezra, was this guy really trying to recruit him? "Wow, your about as bright as a binary droid. You terrorize the galaxy, drive innocent people from their farms, kills anyone who gets in your way!"

"Well, it looks as if you are getting in my way." He said, raising the weapon, as if to strike. Ezra flinched back, body still to the cold stone building on the Astroid Belt, a local bar. "Join me, boy. You could have power, be feared…revenge. I can see the darkness in you, boy. Join me, come to the Darkside and all that will be yours. You know of the Darkside, don't you?" He taunted.

Darkside? Darkside. Darkside! It all suddenly clicked. The Darkside was something only discussed behind closed Windows on Lothal and heated discussions between his parents when he was a yellow eyed Inquisitor was trying to recruit him to the one thing his parents died trying to prevent. He was asking Ezra to be evil.

Ezra silently wrapped his hand around his slingshot, grasping the energy as he pulled back, eyes never wavering from the man as to become suspicious. "Never heard of it!" Said Ezra, drawing his weapon before sending the energy ball right to the inquisitor's face. So much for staying on his good side! Turns out he didn't have one.

Slingshot versus Lightsaber.

You do the math.

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The Ghost at last landed on the empty streets of Lothal, the hatch coming down emerged Kanan, his crew at his heals. "Alright Kanan, we're here." Said Sabine, "now you want to tell us why?" She asked.

"The kid." Said Kanan frustrated, as he made his way through the streets, desperately trying to find the source of the evil force signature. A bold new take to his usual running.

"The kid?" Said Zeb bewilderingly. "What about 'im?"

"He's, the kid, is, uh, I think he's force sensitive." Said Kanan, sighing to no one but himself as he heard all of the foot steps on the ground behind him halt to a stop.

"What?" Asked Hera calmly, but shocked, then, not so calmly, yelling "and you didn't say anything!"

"I know, I know.." Breathed Kanan.

"Wait." Said Sabine. "So kid's got the force, why did we need to rush over here?"

Kanan's expression hardened. "I felt a dark presence coming from the force, leading here, to Lothal."

"You think their after Ezra." Said Hera in realization. Kanan merely offered a slight nod.

"What happens if the kid goes with 'em?" Zeb asked, genuine worry in his words.

Kanan drew his lightsaber. "Imagine another person on the Empire's side knowing how to use one of these."

"Hey," said Sabine, "I don't think the kid will do it. He's got his Demond's, but he hates the Empire just as much as us. I don think he'll go to the Darkside." She said.

"That's what worries me." Said Kanan.

"You were in the Empire once' upon a time." Said Zeb. "What do they do to people who don't join them?" He asked her, Sabine's face only falling more as she slid on her helmet.

The moment was cut short by the sound of a lightsaber striking, followed by a slight cry. The crew looked up towards the sound. It was coming from a near by ally.

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Fun fact: Lasat's have 8 joints on there toes.

-Azilia