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Einar was an Inquisitor for the Empire. Actually, he was being trained by the Grand Inquisitor. The man, in many ways, was like a second father to him. And he HATED it. This was the very man who ordered for his parents to be killed. And they were going to kill him. But, the Inquisitor stopped them. He sensed that the child, Ezra Bridger, was strong in the Force. Taking advantage of this, he was taken, and renamed Einar, Inquisitor of the Empire. For the past 8 years, he has been trained in hand-to-hand combat, as well as saber combat. And he had gotten good at it. But, he couldn't fully seam to use the standard double blade used by most Inquisitors in the Empire. So, he made a saber-blaster hybrid. It was good for when he was assigned to missions. He wouldn't draw too much attention to himself if it looked like he carried a blaster. And in a way, he actually did.

Einar and his master were training in lightsaber combat. He was good, and was getting better. He was especially fond of Form 5. He spent most of his time working on his technique. It was a way for him to really use his brute strength and let out his rage and anger.

He hated that this man had taken him in and made him stronger. He hated the Empire. He hated Darth Vader. He hated the Emperor. He hated his right metal arm. He hated that his master made him train on his home planet Lothal. He hated that it was the day he turned 15. He hated today was the day this man killed his real parents. But most of all, he hated himself. He hated that he killed innocent people. He hated that he killed anyone. He hated being full of anger and hate. He hated how he lived his life. And that is what gave him the strength to beat his master in today's training.

They had locked blades. And both sets of yellow eyes looked at each other. Einar pushed away the Inquisitor's saber. With his left arm holding his saber, made a diagonal upper strike. With his right arm, which was made of lightsaber resistant metal, he grabbed the Inquisitor's red blade. Pulling the blade in his right hand closer to him, Einar thrusted his saber into his master's chest.

His master fell to the floor with a loud scream. After the pain had stopped, the Inquisitor got up in a way that looked painful. Ezra didn't help. He learned quickly that if you ask for help, you are weak. If you offer help, you are more weak. "I'm glad we had these things on training mode." The Inquisitor said. Einar said nothing. "You have improved greatly, and have reached a skill level that may rival Lord Vader." Still no response from the Apprentice. "That was a very violent way to kill your opponent. In the past month, you couldn't have beaten me, although you were very skilled. What could you possibly hate so much that you could progress so fast in one month?"

This gets a response. "Myself."

The Inquisitor smiles at this. He knew that he was close to breaking the strong-willed apprentice. "I'm proud of you. You have come far in half the time it would take for someone else." This fuels Einar's anger even more. The man, who killed his parents, was proud of what Ezra had become, while Einar hated it. "Now my apprentice, go get cleaned up, get some food, and then off to bed."

Einar obeys. He takes a shower. He has to take off his right arm. In all honesty, the arm wasn't bad. It was just another reminder that Ezra was a servant of evil. He had learned to do a lot of things left-handed. He had to relearn how to write. His metal hand wasn't really built for holding a pen or pencil. It was more built for griping things like you would grip a lightsaber. He could grip a pencil or pen with it, but it would be held like a lightsaber.

He could grip his fork with his right hand though. He was actually glad, because it was a way his right arm wasn't used as a complete weapon. After dinner, he went to his room. It was actually more like a cell. It had a place to sleep, but no blankets. It was very cold. And he didn't have too many extra clothes. Just resting clothes and day clothes. His whole life at the Imperial Facility, which was a little ways away from Capital City, was a cell. He could only do certain things, and he had to do it within the cell. Another reminder that he was a prisoner of the darkness.

He was determined to break out. He had made his mind up. But he had to find a way. He couldn't just walk out the front gate. For now, he was still trapped. He had to be patient.

Elsewhere...

To say that the Ghost Crew was trouble for the Empire was an understatement. They were a prick to the Empire. Always causing trouble. On there own, they were trouble. But ever since they joined Phoenix Squadron,... Oh, they were as bold as ever. They were causing a spark for rebellion in the galaxy. Their latest mission was rescuing prisoners. They were unlawfully forced into slavery. It was the Wookiee prisoners that they worked so hard to find. But it was a crazy mission. They had to help them escape the mines of Kessel. They barely got out of there alive. But they got out. And the Wookiee prisoners were grateful.

While everyone else was relaxing, Kanan and Ahsoka Tano were training. Not anything to tiering, just meditation. But Ahsoka was having a vision of someone. She saw a kid with a metal arm. No older than 15. She also saw him fighting an Inquisitor. The next thing she saw, was that the Ghost Crew was in an Imperial Facility. She then saw that this kid, Kanan and her fighting side by side. But what she heard next was very concerning.

Thank you for everything, Master. And she saw the kid and her share an embrace.

When she comes to, she sees everyone around her. "You alright Commander?" Looking at Rex, she tries her best to assure him. "I'm fine. Just, something very big is going to change our lives."

"Hera's not pregnant is she?" Kanan asks, mainly out of fear, and it will be risky to raise a child in war, especially always on the run.

Hera smacks Kanan on his head. "No, no one is pregnant. But, we may have another Force user among us."

"Could you tell who?" Hera knows that another Jedi could help them in their fight.

"No, I couldn't." Ahsoka elaborates on her vison. "I don't think this person is old enough to have survived the purge, or even to have SEEN Order 66 being carried out. But Kanan, he was fighting the Inquisitor you fought on Stygeon Prime. Maybe he was trying to avenge his master."

"Well, we are just going to have to wait. Hopefully this change comes sooner than later if we want to keep a fighting chance against the Empire." Kanan says

Ezra had it all planed out. He was going to make his escape by causing a diversion. He just needed the perfect opportunity.

As he was training with the droids, mainly in saber combat, his master came into the room. "Einar, I am going to be absent for a few days. I leave you in charge, and trust you will keep everything running smoothly."

"Yes Master." was all he said. It was pointless to ask where he was going. But, he knew this was his opening.

After his master left the building, Ezra quickly left the Imperial Facility. He was allowed to leave, but he had boundaries. If he was to try to escape into the mountains, he would be punished. He was allowed to take walks in Capital City, but they had to be brief; up to one hour only. Or he would be punished.

Ezra made his way to one of the local bars. He knew the citizens feared and hated the Empire. He hated them too, and he was an Imp. Going up to the old man, Einar says, "Are you the owner of this establishment?"

"Yes sir. How can I help you?" aswers the bartender, a male Ithorian. Einar could tell that he didn't take him, a kid, seriously. But he was not being rude, because he wanted to avoid Imperial trouble.

"I would like to talk to you in private sir. Time is at an essence, so it NEEDS to be now." Einar kept his voice low. The Ithorian gets the idea, and escorts him to the back. "The Empire has been having trouble with Rebel Insurgents. They take supplies from the Empire, and weapons to destroy, or use against us. I know a dangerous weapon that the Empire plans on using, and if they want to save thousands of people's lives, they will extract it, and make sure it stays out of circulation period."

The Ithiorian thinks he may be telling the truth. "I don't think I can contact any Rebels if I wanted to."

"A few years ago, the Empire suspected that a forgotten frequency from the Clone Wars, code named Fulrcum, had somehow reemerged. I was tasked with hunting down the person under the name. I found you, I know you are a Fulcrum. Instead of turning you over, I felt somehow I would need you in the coming year. Now, I know why."

"I'm sorry. I can't."

Instead of giving in to his anger, like he was taught, Einar takes one big deep breath, and calmly says, "By the light of Lothal's moons, I plead you to contact the Rebels."

After hearing the code phrase, the Ithiorian is even more convinced he is telling the truth. "Tell me about this weapon."

There is chapter 1. I know, it's lame, but it get's better. Anyways, see you later. Stay home, stay safe.