Prologue: Revan's Descendancy

Hello everyone, this is my first fanfiction that I have ever done, and I have some high hopes for this Fic eventually. This is an AU for Star Wars rebels where the biggest change is Ezra. Ezra is a descendant of Revan and Shae Vizla. The time period might not work out perfectly, but they are both Old Republic/Sith Empire characters, so I am going to go with it. This Fic will generally follow the structure of Season 1 of Star Wars Rebels, and then take a complete dive into the AU. This first chapter will be more of an introduction to the new Ezra. It will be worded slightly different than the rest of the story as starting with the first chapter we will be in a first person view of Ezra. If at any point you see conversations in italics (not Ezra's thoughts) those conversations are happening in a different language. Most likely mando'a, but if not I will make it clear which language they are speaking in. I do not own any of the characters you see in this Fic, they are all the property of Disney. Please Enjoy! Review and let me know what I can do better!

9 months before Spark of Rebellion

Ezra Bridger was sitting in his tower on Lothal pondering how he ended up in this situation. His parents had been taken when he was only 7 years old, and they had left everything they had owned to him. His father, Ephraim Bridger had been a direct descendant of the Jedi Knight and Sith Lord Revan, whereas his mother was a Mandalorian, from clan Vizla, and was a direct descendant of Mandalor the Avenger, Shae Vizla.

His father had taught Ezra from a young age about his family history. Ephraim told Ezra of the days where he served as a Temple Guard on Coruscant before the fall of the Republic, and how his mother was an esteemed warrior from Clan Vizla. Among the possessions that Ezra inherited were multiple Jedi and Sith holocrons, as well as old Mandalorian texts that taught him a great many things about his peoples storied past. He has both Revan's and Shae Vizla's armor in the armory in his tower, along with the weapons they fought with. He has both of Revan's lightsabers from his time as a Jedi Knight, and his time as a Sith Lord. He also has the darksaber and Mandalore's Mask, the latter of which had been thought lost forever. He had collected other things from both Mandalorian and Jedi history, but these easily topped the list for his most prized possessions.

Ezra decided to meditate on his feelings, seeing as today was particularly hard for him. Today was Ezra's 14th birthday. It had been 7 years since his parents had been taken. He had officially spent half of his life without them, and he mourned them like it was yesterday.

Ephraim had taught Ezra a few things before he and Mira had been taken, though not nearly enough for Ezra to truly be a competent force wielder. The Jedi holocrons had helped him when he was younger to find balance, and learn the basic concepts of the force, but never went past that. He had decided he wanted that to change, and he was going to delve deeper into the knowledge held by those artifacts to start to grow his force powers. Ezra had the raw power in the force equal to those of the best Jedi who had ever lived. He was not stronger than Anakin Skywalker, but he was as close to him as possible.

Perhaps with an actual teacher I would be able to hone my abilities.

No. There is nobody who would be able to tech me what I need to know.

The Jedi were wiped out and I am not hunting down a Sith Lord to become an apprentice!

Breathe.

Inhale, Exhale.

Inhale, Exhale.

Clear your mind.

I heard my father's voice in my head and realized that today meditation was just not going to come easily.

Well, I guess I can continue my studies. I still need to read about the high republic era.

Or I could look more into form IV.

Lightsaber practice it is.

Getting out an old republic probe droid, I set it so the bolts would only numb the area they hit.

If they even hit me.

At this point Blaster deflection came incredibly easy. It was just one of those things I was naturally good at.

I suck at controlling my abilities with the force, but that could come with time.

I grab the purple bladed lightsaber that used to be Revan's when he was a Jedi Knight, and set it to training mode.

I had to tweak the hilt a little bit because these old sabers didn't have training modes.

I never touched the darksaber though. That would probably get me killed if I ever messed with Tarre's blade.

I set the probe to shoot out 500 bolts.

That should last me a while.

I quickly set up in my form III guard while preparing to deal with the oncoming bolts.

Block.

Block.

Pivot.

Block.

Swish.

I must have lost track of time somewhere because before I know it the sun is setting outside, and I haven't eaten anything since breakfast.

I quickly put away the probe after the round is over, and return the lightsaber to it's stand in my armory.

My parents never went over the top on purchases, but to say our family was wealthy would have been an understatement. It made it a lot easier living on your own when your family line is from Mandalorian Nobility.

I need to get dinner started, potatoes and quarsov fried steak sounds great.

I grab the pans and cutting board to start preparing my dinner while my thoughts start to wander.

One day I want to get out of this tower, and really do something. Really help people.

I could become a Jedi and help overthrow the Empire, and restore the Republic.

Patience.

All I need is patience.

Eventually I will get an opportunity.

I just need to wait.

Eventually my day will come where I can finally help this Galaxy, like my ancestors did.

I started seasoning the meat with some traditional Mandalorian spices.

Maybe I should make some Tiingilar to go along with this.

It would certainly be better than mashed potatoes and gravy on the side.

Deciding to go ahead and make the Tiingilar I grab a bowl to mix the ingredients.

I can cut up the bantha steak and mix it in with the stew.

The smell is incredible as I set the steak down in pan, and I quickly mix up the other ingredients for the stew.

Once the steak is ready to, I pop it into the oven and drop the stew to a simmer.

This should take about 20 minutes. I could go brush up on my mando'a while I wait.

I set down at my table and grab one of my mother's old study books.

"To properly speak mando'a one must understand the cadence of which it is spoken. By knowing which tone to use in certain scenarios can greatly change the direction of a conversation."

Ok that makes sense I guess.

I spend those 20 minutes brushing up on some of the more difficult dialect tones while waiting for the steak to fully cook.

Once the timer goes off I cut up the steak and mix it into the stew, bringing a bowl of it back to my table so I can continue my mando'a lessons.

Better be careful, just came up so it's probably hot.

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…

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Oh well I'm hungry.

…

AAAHHHH, definitely should have waited.

Tastes good.

I think…

Or maybe I can't feel my taste buds.

…

No it definitely tastes good.

Finishing dinner I quickly pick up my dishes and deposit them in the sink, so I can get ready for bed.

Well Bridger, you've been doing it this long, what's another day.

With that I drifted off to sleep, but it was plagued by dreams.

Wait.

Maybe visions?

Father never told me much about visions, but this doesn't feel like any sort of dream.

…

And it also doesn't make any sense.\

It seems to be in the future at some point…. I feel older, but there's something else. Something feels like it's tugging at the back of my mind.

All of a sudden the vision becomes much clearer.

I'm in Capitol City.

On top of a roof….

And the thing that's tugging at my mind is a guy?

He can't be more than 30, with a big shoulder pad and a nerf tail. Lots of dark greens in his clothing.

Wait he's turning around…. Those piercing teal eyes.

Whoever that is, is setting the force off with crazy warnings.

Just like that the vision ended.

I sat up trying to figure out what it could possibly mean.

Weirdest dream ever…