Star Wars Rebels: May the Force be with You

Me: (singing) What time is it? Shoutout time! And my vacation! (talking) Sorry about that. I had to. This chapter's shoutouts go to amethyst122 for favoriting and following me and my story. Thank you animegirl8097 for favoriting my story, ezraSWrebels for still being so supportive with her comments, LunarRazorblade20 for favoriting and following my story, KaijudoFan101 for favoriting my story, and BestNinja for following me and my story. Thank you leroscraft for following and favoriting me and my story. Thanks nightwingninja17 for mentioning me in the thank you of her story. Thank you Starwarsreblesforever for following and favoriting me and my story. The comment you left on my story also brought my spirits up, so thank you. And here's a special shoutout to theyallstartoutordinary for giving me a shoutout in on of her stories. She also posted an awesome idea for one of my other stories. It might just happen. (winks)

Ezra: FINALLY! 10 SHOUTOUTS! TAKE THAT, PO!

Me: Just great. I'm glad you're happy but please gloat after the story is over. So, in honor of 4 days 'til the premiere, have you guys seen the Season 2 trailer?

Ezra: I did. I can't wait to live through all of that stuff. So awesome!

Me: (remembers scene) Yeah…be careful what you wish for. So, any questions or things you really want to know about?

Kanan: I was a bit confused by the scene of me in a-

Hera: Don't spoil it. Some people haven't seen it yet.

Me: I doubt that, but…sure.

Zeb: I don't care. I'm still trying to figure out that Captain-

Hera: Zeb! Enough with the spoilers. The only thing I want to know is why Sabine dyed her hair.

Me: Good question. What's up with that hair, Sabine?

Sabine: (suspiciously) Why would you like to know? It's my hair.

Ezra: I thought it looked cool.

Me: Same. All you need is an outfit to match.

Sabine: Oh…thanks. (Chopper rolls in furiously beeping)

Hera: Whoa, calm down there, buddy. Why're your bolts screwed so tight? (Chopper keeps beeping some more)

Ezra: That's so not true.

Me: Yeah there was…well there was the time when…

Zeb: Just face it rust bucket. You're not in the trailer. (Chopper rolls forward angrily towards Zeb but Kanan stops him)

Kanan: Chopper, that's enough. You were in the trailer plenty of times.

Zeb: (folding arms) Really? Name one.

Kanan: Well…

Sabine: Oh I know! The time that he…

Zeb: See?

Ezra: Well, you don't have to be sour towards Chopper just because you're mad that I was shown in the trailer like ten times more than you.

Zeb: Oh that's it you little lothrat! No more Mr. Nice guy.

Ezra: Oh, you've been nice? Hadn't noticed. (Zeb lunges towards Ezra and Ezra runs away with the rest of the crew on his tail)

Me: Oh kay, then. Well, that was…interesting. (Takes cap off) Good thing I got it all on film. (Disclaimer walks in) Here you go. One recording of a tiff. (Hands cap to Disclaimer)

DISCLAIMER: Oh, thank you. I promise not to quit ever again. Now I have my own tape. (Hugs cap close to chest)

Me: Disclaimer, you still have something left to do. (looks in closet for new hat and pulls it out)

DISCLAIMER: Oh, right. I do not own Star Wars Rebels, JB's song BABY, Clone Wars, or Po. I'm gonna watch this vid right now. (walks off)

Me: (Face-palms) Good grief. (places cap on head and adjusts it) This is a looooong chapter, so be prepared. Enjoy!


Chapter 7: The Wrong Idea

No P.O.V.

A middle aged male figure meditated alone in the dark. After his previous failure, he was determined to regain his honor and respect. He used the dark side to search for any new force signatures on Lothal. He stopped and focused on the fields sensing something vaguely familiar but powerful and uncontrolled. It looks like I will find myself a padawan after all.

His hand search for his com and he contacted Agent Kallus.

"I have important business on Lothal. I'm certain that the Emperor would want you there as well." Static was heard, but then a male voice replied.

"I'm on my way there right now in search of a rebel hideout. We can meet in the fields by the tower. Over and out." The com clicked off and the dark figure rose. I will prove my worth to you master. I will not let you down. His eyes snapped open to reveal they were a menacing shade of yellow. The sign of the sith. I'm coming for you child, and this time, there will be no escape.


Kyra P.O.V.

"Hey, Chopper. What'cha doing?" I was about to leave the Ghost when I heard a lot of drilling and screw noises. I looked in the cockpit to see Chopper fixing something. He responded with a bunch of various beeps. Good thing I decided astromech language was a good thing to stick with.

"Oh, upgrading the signature modulator. Didn't you have to work on that a week ago?" Chopper turned to me and started beeping angrily. I stepped back a little and held my hands up in defense.

"Whoa, calm down. It was just a question." I knelt down next to him and lowered my voice. "Just between you and me, I hate being rushed. Too much pressure. Besides it's better to have something done slowly and well rather than sloppy and fast." As I got up, Chopper started rolling around happily beeping about how someone finally understood him. It made me laugh to see the normally cranky droid be filled with so much excitement.

"Looks like we have something in common. I've got to go, but maybe I can help you a little later." Chopper beeped in response and returned to his work as I walked down the ramp onto the fields of Lothal. Today was a "day off" to regenerate, so everyone except poor Chopper was working. I had actually planned to meditate a little, but after the last time, Kanan sort of kicked me off the ship. I walked for a while wondering what I could do to entertain myself when I came upon a tower. It was where I was planning to hide out after I had stolen the speeder two weeks ago, but something else seemed familiar about this place. Then it hit me.

"Oh, I remember this." Now that I looked closer, I remembered this was where Ezra said he made his house after his family was captured. He had filled it with Imperial helmets to sell at the black market, but started a collection of them on his eleventh birthday. The one I had singed was his first addition.

"I wonder if someone still lives here," I said to myself as I ran towards the tower. Ezra lived with the Ghost crew, so there was no way this was still his home, if it ever was. I climbed up the stairs, walked towards the door, and knocked. There wasn't an answer, but the door automatically opened. I crept in slowly just in case someone was living here and wasn't expecting visitors. As I walked in, the door shut behind me. Once I reached the inside, a light turned on to reveal one room with countless helmets of stormtroopers and even a handful from the Imperial Navy. Then, I spotted a white helmet with a faded scorch mark right in the middle, and a smile crept onto my face. Aw, he kept it. Then, I heard a pounding on the door to the tower and turned to hear a male voice.

"We know you're in there. By order of the Empire, come out with your hands behind your head. Come out peacefully, and no one gets hurt." My eyes widened, and I started backing myself into a corner. Oh, no. They've found me, and now, I'm going to be captured. The crew will come looking for me getting captured in the process; all hope will be lost. And it'll be all my fault. Then, I realized something: no one knew who I was. I had my helmet on both times I had messed with the Empire. They weren't looking for me specifically; they're looking for rebels.

"Alright, I guess we'll have to do this the hard way. Ready…" This is not good, I thought as I ran under a table. I was trapped. If I broke a window, the troopers would hear me, and even if they didn't, they're blocking the only safe exit down. "Aim…" Trying to jump off the ramp wasn't an option either. I'd have a better chance of surviving an unfair trial than a two hundred meter drop. (more or less. I couldn't find real measurements)

"Fire!" I ducked my head and protected it with my arms.

The next thing I knew, I heard an explosion and debris was everywhere. An ISB agent was walking through a gaping hole in the door. He was followed by three stormtroopers. "Search the room. I know someone's here," the ISB agent said as he started drifting around the room. I know this guy: Agent Kallus. He had visited the Lothal Imperial Academy every few years to see our progress and recruit some of the cadets to work as agents. He tried to recruit me at one point, but my parents were very influential and saved me. My thoughts were interrupted when I felt a muscular hand grip my right arm tightly and hoist me up.

"You thought you could hide from us, but you were wrong. You're under arrest for treason towards the Empire." Kallus turned me around so he could see my face, and as life would have it, this is the only time when I would be outside without a helmet. At least he wouldn't have known who I was if I had my helmet. When I lifted my head to meet his gaze, his expression turned from serious to shocked.

"Cadet Morgan, where have you been? The Academy has been looking for you for over a month." I didn't exactly know how to answer. I could tell him the truth and say I'm a rebel now, but knowing Kallus, he would probably use me as bait for Ezra and the rest of the Ghost crew. If I lied and claimed I needed a break from the Academy, Kallus would take me back, and I would either have to deal with knowing whom I would grow up to be, or live with the guilt of getting the Ghost crew captured if they came after me.

"I…um…this is embarrassing, but…I sort of got lost during a lesson, and couldn't remember my way back to the Academy." Call me a chicken, or call me a liar, but I am not having my new friends risk their life for me. I've escaped twice, and I can hopefully do it again. Key word is hopefully. "But, I've decided that I want to stay here for a while and learn about the people I'll be protecting someday." At this, Kallus' eyes narrowed, and he started yanking me through the hole in the door. I tried to pull away, but he wouldn't budge. "Let me go! This is harassment!"

"This isn't up for discussion, Morgan. The Empire has strict rules for a reason. You could have been corrupted. You shouldn't have been out here in the first place." He motioned for the other troopers to follow him while he dragged me down the stairs. Once we made it to the bottom, Kallus continued to drag me across the fields toward the star destroyer. I had to get away and quick, but how could I catch Kallus off guard? Suddenly, it hit me.

I turned around swiftly and punched him in the stomach. He stumbled back in shock but didn't seem affected by the blow. Before he could stop me from inflicting actual pain, I kneed him in the groin and ran. All I needed to do was get into a crowded area so I wouldn't be spotted. I was halfway to my destination when I felt my feet cling to the ground. My momentum almost sent me towards the earth, but I was able to regain my balance. I tried to pick up my feet, but some invisible force kept them glued to the ground. I tried my hardest to move my feet, but my efforts were futile. Then I felt movement and looked up to see a shadowy figure towering over me.

"Pleasure to meet you Miss Morgan. You certainly have evaded me for a long time. I'm sure the Empire would be ecstatic to see you again." It was a pau'an, which was surprising because the Empire usually consisted of human soldiers. He felt…dark, and that made me want to run away even more. I tried moving again, but my feet were still attached to the ground.

"Why are you running, child? Don't you remember me?" If I did, I probably tried to forget you. I shook my head slowly. "They call me the Inquisitor, but you can call me master."

"Why would I call you that? You're not-" But…he is. I looked into his yellow eyes and understood. "You're force-sensitive?" He nodded as I heard footsteps behind me. Agent Kallus must've found enough strength to hobble over here. With each step, he winced slightly. He definitely takes pain well.

"Apprehend her. She attempted to injure me." Yeah, because you grabbed me against my own will! What else should I have done? My attention switched from Agent Kallus to the Inquisitor. This was not good. I was trapped between a rock and a hard place. Goodbye Ghost crew. Nice knowing ya. The Inquisitor finally spoke.

"She will be coming with me, but not as a prisoner. She will be my padawan." He started walking towards the star destroyer, and he must have expected me to come along willingly because my bond with the ground was broken. Agent Kallus stared in shock, but motioned for the other stormtroopers to follow him to the star destroyer. Once they had past, I tried to slip away towards the market…that didn't work. The next thing I knew, I was raised into the air and something wrapped around my neck preventing me from breathing. I tried to scratch at it, but since nothing tangible was there, I just kept choking.

"Stop running. It will get you nowhere. Give in. There are many things I can teach you. All you have to do is come to the dark side." I could barely mumble a word, so I shook my head. To my surprise, I was dropped to the ground and landed with a thud. I kept coughing as I tried to regain a good breathing pattern. My only hope was if I could contact Kanan and Ezra. I haven't learned enough to face this guy on my own. I closed my eyes and concentrated on contacting them. I need to get out of here. Kanan, Ezra. I'm in trouble. I'm by the tower. Help!

"What is the reason for your resistance?" The Inquisitor started walking towards me. I tried to scramble to my feet, but my Imperial issued shoes weren't built to properly grip Lothal terrain. Whose genius idea was that? Instead, I scooted as far away from the Inquisitor as I could and tried to reach for a weapon. I didn't care which one, but the sooner I had one out the better. I ended up finally pulling out my boomerang and pointed it at the Inquisitor.

"Why should I tell?" He finally stayed put long enough for me to get up and position my weapon in a way that would actually be useful. Something was off about the way he looked at me. I could see in his sinister eyes that he knew something I didn't. Why is he allowing me a chance to escape? I could throw my boomerang and run if I wanted to. I didn't make any sudden movements in fear of being force choked again. He started raising his hand, and I felt something dark grab hold of my mind. I screamed out in pain as I clutched my head.

"My dear girl, there is so much you don't know." The grip on my mind tightened and more pain came with it. "Stop! Please stop." I knew that no shrieking and no begging would save me from this suffering, but I couldn't think straight. A dark force was trying to consume me, but I did my best to resist its efforts. Then, I heard the Inquisitor's oddly mellow voice.

"Board the star destroyer. You belong to the Empire." I belong to the- I shook my head, trying to erase that thought. He was using the force to manipulate my thinking just like Ezra had told me. NO! Leave me alone! I opened my eyes slightly to see the smirk that played on the Inquisitor's lips slowly turning into a grimace. "You belong to the Empire." The darkness was even more aggressive now than ever. I crouched to the ground and squeezed my eyes together willing for the darkness to go away. I threw my head back and screamed out in pain once more.

"I told you, child. It is in your best interest to give in. You were born into this world to serve the Empire."

"I belong to no one but myself." I was giving in, but I couldn't let that happen. I wasn't sure how much longer I could hold out when I felt the darkness lift the slightest bit to be replaced by light. And then, I heard a blaster shot.


Ezra P.O.V.

Hold on, Kyra. We're coming. I ran behind Kanan over the hill leading to the command tower. I was having my first duel with Kanan when we both sensed some kind of disturbance. I actually thought nothing of it, but Kanan was worried sick because he had kicked Kyra off of the ship so she wouldn't hurt herself. I guess he thought the danger Kyra was in was his fault.

"I told you that you should've let her stay. Then we wouldn't be in this mess." I could sense Kanan was pretty frustrated and annoyed.

"So, would you rather have her destroy the ship using something she can't control? Fine. Next training session, I'll remember to lock you two in a room with no vents."

"Ha ha, very funny. But in all seriousness, wouldn't it have been better for you to monitor her connection?" Kanan went silent at this. I wasn't sure if I struck a nerve, but Kanan had me worried. Ever since the "incident" with Kyra, which occurred two days ago, he had been sort of distant. He was always lost in thought or distracted. He wouldn't even open up to Hera which got everyone worried.

As we ran over the next hill, we came across a flatland where a star destroyer had landed. I looked around to see a bunch of bucket heads just guarding it. They were leaving the ship wide open for an attack because they were all looking in the same direction. My eyes wandered to find what they were looking at until I saw a girl on her knees in pain. Kyra. A dark figure was standing over her. I grimaced at the dark force he gave off. When I looked closer, I finally recognized him. The…Inquisitor?

I nudged Kanan's arm, and when he looked at me, I pointed to the Inquisitor. His eyes widened as he realized whom the two figures were.

"He's alive? How?"

"I don't know, but he's got Kyra. What do we do now?" Kanan pulled his blaster out of his holster and made sure it was set to stun. I pulled out my lightsaber following his lead until he glared at me.

"What? It has a blaster, remember? It saved your skin the last time we saw this guy." Kanan nodded.

"Okay, but don't use your lightsaber unless attacked. We don't need to complicate this. All we have to do is take out the troopers and knock out the Inquisitor. Once we do that, grab Kyra and run." I readied my blaster and aimed it at the nearest trooper. Bang! I had pulled the trigger hitting the trooper head on. I watched as Kanan took out three with two blaster shots. One actually hit a trooper. The other was a decoy to make the troopers aim at each other. Kanan and I split up taking out half of the bucket heads.

The remaining ones tried their best to land a shot on me, but no such luck for them. I shook my head as I stunned half of the troopers shooting at me. How did bulls-eye hitting cadets turn into these guys? I sent three shots out and ended up stunning the last troopers. I thought I was home free until I felt a muscular hand grab my arm. I looked behind me to see the arm was connected to Agent Kallus.

"Looks like I found what I came for after all. You're coming with me, rebel." I tried to pull my arm away, but Kallus' grip was much stronger than I expected. I looked behind him to see Kanan rounding the star destroyer. He aimed his blaster straight at Kallus.

"I think you'll have to consult my master about that," I said with a smirk. Kallus started to turn around, but he slumped to the ground at the sound of the shot. Kanan stuffed his blaster in his holster. "Thanks for the save, master."

"Any time, kid." We both turned around to see an unfazed Inquisitor still torturing Kyra. He looked up to meet Kanan's gazed and smiled.

"What a surprise. Looks like I'll have two padawans." Kanan stole a glace at Kyra and narrowed his eyes.

"Over my dead body." The Inquisitor's sith eyes glowed as he started walking in our direction. He dropped his hand releasing the hold he had on.

"That can be arranged," the Inquisitor said as he reached for his lightsaber preparing for battle. But, then he just stopped and turned back to Kyra. "But perhaps another time. I need your friend, and I don't have time to deal with you at the moment." He outstretched his hand and used the force to send Kanan and me flying into the side of the hill. I looked over at Kanan to see him face plant into the ground. I grabbed my head, which was now throbbing in pain and tried to see through my now blurred vision. I shook my head and looked straight out in front of me to see the Inquisitor standing over Kyra. Then, he raised his arm and Kyra started rising into the air.

"NO! Kyra! Leave her alone!" I force pushed him back first into the star destroyer and both he and Kyra slumped to the ground. I ran over to Kyra, who was struggling to get up and balance herself. I grabbed her arm and slung it over my shoulder to give her support.

"You okay?" She shook her head and nodded weakly.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks for the save." As we walked back over to Kanan, a mischievous smile spread across my face.

"Poor Kyra. Did you miss me?" I said playfully and started walking forward. She rolled her eyes, but a small, weak smile played on her face.

"You have no idea." When we finally reached Kanan, he was shaking his head and brushing dirt off of his clothes.

"Are you guys okay?" Kanan asked as he stood up.

"I'm fine. Just have a bit of a headache is all," she responded while shaking her head and squeezing her eyes together. Kanan nodded and we all started walking back to the Ghost in silence. None of us really knew what to say, but right before we saw the Ghost, Kyra broke the silence with a question. "Who was that guy?" I shared a look with Kanan, and he nodded giving me the go ahead to tell her.

"That's the Inquisitor. He's a jedi hunter who was trying to capture us for the past couple months. We thought he was dead, but I guess not."

"He was dead?" Kyra stopped, stunned. "What happened? How is he alive?"

"Let's just say he fell into a flaming reactor and got exploded. How he survived is beyond me," I continued. All Kyra did was nod and continue to walk. As we boarded the Ghost, we were greeted by our pilot, whom had just gone into mother mode. Hera ran up to us and gave us all a big hug.

"What happened? Are you guys okay? Med bay right now." Kyra raised her finger and opened her mouth to object, but I turned her around and pushed her towards the med bay.

"Okay, Hera. We're going," I yelled back at Hera. Then I turned to Kyra and whispered in her ear. "It's no use. When Hera's in her mother mode, there's no getting through to her."

"Okay. I get it. As long as she doesn't spoon feed me, I'm good." Let's hope she doesn't. Kyra didn't say anything else as we walked to the med bay. She sat on the bench and pulled out a holo-disk (help me with this Star Wars lingo). She activated it to show a picture of her and two other people, a man and a woman. She kept staring at it while I propped myself up against a walk and pulled out my lightsaber. I thought of how it felt like it was meant for me as I turned it over multiple times. Why didn't the Inquisitor try to attack me and Kanan? He only went after Kyra. What does he want with her? My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Kyra's voice.

"They really care about you don't they?" I was a little startled but nodded. "And you care for them too, right?" I was a little taken back by this question as well, but I answered.

"Well…yeah. They took me in, and we've all grown really close. They may annoy me sometimes and even make me angry, but they're my family. I…I love them." I thought Kyra would say something to mock how sappy that sounded like my other friends would've if they heard what I said, but she didn't. Kyra was silent for a while and stared at the projected image. I saw her eyes glisten as they seemed to well up with tears. I walked over slowly and gave her a quick hug. I wasn't any good at being comforting, but this was the least I could do. When I pulled away, she looked at me and blinked a couple times. Then, slowly but surely, a smile worked its way onto her face, and she finally spoke again.

"Thanks Ezra…for everything. I hope I become family, too."


Me: (Looks at door) I guess they're not coming back…fine by me. Break time. Well, that's all for- (Ezra runs in huffing as he shuts the door behind him) Oh, come on! I was about to leave.

Ezra: Can I hide out here?

Me: Why are you here!?

Ezra: Well I tried to hide out in SW's story room, but she and her inner insanity kinda kicked me out. Then I went over to TASOO, and-

Me: Typical. Drop him off with me. (shouting into next rooms) Thanks guys. (hears shouted responses "You're welcome") Well now I'm kicking you out.

Ezra: No, please don't. Zeb is so mad.

Me: Ugh, fine. But this will come at a price.

Ezra: Fine. Yeesh. (rolls eyes)

Me: Okay. Now I have to ask you a (smirks) question (giggles).

Ezra: (suspiciously) What?

Me: Do you sing… (starts laughing) opera?

Ezra: (eyes shift) Well...

Me: (muffles laugh with pillow and hits bed) You sing OPERA?

Ezra: (bites lip) Uh…

Me: (raises head still laughing) YOU SING OPERA! Sing for me, please!

Ezra: (turns away) NO!

Me: (folds hands) Pretty pleeeeease, with meiloorun on top of some space waffles? (gives him puppy eyes)

Ezra: Why should I?

Me: (ignites lightsaber just 'cause) Because. I won't stop bugging you about it.

Ezra: You do that now.

Me: I'll tell Hera and Kanan.

Ezra: They're adults. They won't care.

Me: Zeb and Chopper?

Ezra: Wouldn't make a difference.

Me: Yes it would!

Ezra: No it wouldn't!

Me: Yes it would!

Ezra: No, it WOULDN'T!

Me: FINE! Be that way. (crosses arms and thinks) I hate to do this, but…

Ezra: I highly doubt that. (Crosses arms)

Me: SABINE! COME IN HERE! EZRA WANTS- (Ezra covers my mouth)

Ezra: What the heck is wrong with you?! (Sabine comes in)

Sabine: What are you two doing? (Ezra releases and tries to lean against a wall all cool - like)

Ezra: H-h-hey Sabine. What'cha doing?

Sabine: I was trying to get Zeb to stop chasing you until you ran off. So, what did you want to tell me? (I look at Ezra and he silently gestures for me not to say anything)

Me: (smiles apologetically) Oh, forgot. Sorry. (Sabine looks from me to Ezra then leaves) Now sing Ezra before I (uses air quotes) "remember".

Ezra: I hate you.

Me: "Hate" is such a strong word. Now sing.

Ezra: (singing) Baby, baby, baby OH. Like baby, baby, baby N -

Me: (holding ears while trying not to laugh) Why are you torturing me? STOP! You sound terrible. If only someone else heard that... (reaches for cap and runs) SABINE! ZEB! CHOPPER!

Ezra: EARTH BRAT! (Runs after me)

Me: GLORPNA! (leaves waving hat)

Ezra: THAT'S NOT A WORD!

(1 hour later)

Me: (I sneak back into room) One last thing. Again, I know the Inquisitor is dead and everything, but he's a good villain and proves a good match for the rebels. Besides, he's looking for a padawan and whose more perfect than an unsuspecting Kyra? (Ezra sneaks in) And yes, Vader is awesome, but the rebels haven't met him yet, so I have nothing to go off of. Also, I'm wondering what you guys want to see next chapter. Idea river is kinda dry. All suggestions welcome, including stop here and just write a sequel (thinks it over)...yeah including that. Thanks for reading, and see you next chapter. (skims chapter) If I cut this in half I probably would've gotten it out soon- (Ezra tackles me) Hey! Get off of me!

Ezra: Gotcha! Now give me that hat!