Criticize whatever mistakes I do so I can fix them. I don't own Star Wars Rebels and its Characters. I take responsibility for my and my friend's characters in this story.

Ghost Division exists as a Star-SIM unit (Star Wars Simulator in Game ARMA3). Every character has been created by the unit's members.

Also before we continue sorry for a long update but I had to confirm some stuff with bros from GD about their lores.

Also for those who don't know madno'a:

Ad = kid

PaulTheApostole – Thanks!

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Star Wars:

The Haunted Spectre

Ezra stood on top of his tower looking down on the capitol city. The weather was as good as the mood in the air with the massive grey star destroyer flying above the city.

"I see you're already planning on doing something to fix your day." A familiar older voice said behind him as the local clone approached the same railing. In the last year, Ezra got to actually like his room-mate who happened to be a competent soldier veteran. From some days where Wreck has shown him some tricks and other days both fooling with the imperial garrison in the capitol.

"Don't you have someplace better to be?" Ezra asked looking at Wreck who still wore the bandages covering his face. At times Wreck would leave somewhere only to return in the least expected moments. Ezra kept tabs on the frequency of times when he would leave… today was one such day.

"Well, Ad. I'll look for you in some time." Wreck started walking back towards the entrance of the balcony before stopping and turning sharply to Ezra.

"Ad… whatever you're going to do. Do try not to be caught… again." Wreck said as he underlined Ezra constantly being caught by problems.

"Yeah, yeah. I'll try old man." Ezra said while waving his hand in the air.

"I heard that one before Ad." Wreck said as he entered the turbolift.

Ezra stood there looking towards the city. On the bottom of the tower, Wreck entered his speeder and drove off towards the city. Ezra seeing Wreck disappear into the distance stood there before rolling his eyes and walking towards the turbolift.

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Half an hour later Ezra was walking through the middle of the markets between vendors and traders with various goods and services on sale. The street was crowded with people trying to live in peace… but a pair of stormtroopers with two imperial officers caught some attention.

"-trade must be registered with the Empire." The thinner officer said.

"I remember what it was before your ships showed up. Before you Imperials ruined Lothal like the rest of the galaxy." The merchant complained. The people listening in this conversation started nervously whispering.

"This is LRC-01. I'm bringing a citizen under charge of treason." The same officer said into his communicator. A faint response could be heard from it mentioning some cell block. The pair of stormtroopers grabbed the merchant while the fatter officer took the basket full of jogans.

"You can't do this!" Merchant objected as the stormtroopers started dragging him.

"Yeah? Well, who's gonna stop us?" The fatter officer replied while eating one of the fruits.

"You? You?" The fat officer asked random citizens who were listening in, both of which retreated in hurry. As the fat officer laughed Ezra lowered his head enough not to be recognized and stood in-between the officers.

"Hey, mister. A spare Jogan?" Ezra said in a bit quiet and shy voice while raising his hands as if expecting those officers to actually give him a pair of joguns.

"Move along! Loth-rat." The officer said sternly just before spitting nickname for local homeless people.

"Sorry, sorry. Not looking for trouble." Ezra said as he retreated while swiftly turning and grabbing the thin officers' communicator. Ezra quickly retreated beyond their hearing range.

"But sure it has a way of finding me." Ezra muttered as he corrected his hair. He took the communicator and crouched behind a nearby crate.

"All officers to the main square! This is a code red emergency." Ezra said with a make-up imperial accent. From his position, he could see that before Merchant could get even worse treatment the four imperials looked slightly confused before deciding their action.

"It's your lucky day, loth scum. You two come with us." The thin officer said as the four imperials retreated. But before they retreated they threw the merchant on the ground and his fruit basket as well.

"Stay on alert! Repeat, this is a code red." Ezra added through the communicator. Remembering that trashing on the comms would be an obvious sign you aren't an imperial officer who are supposed to keep their emotions at bay. He remembered one time he and Wreck stole five communicators and managed to bring the local garrison onto their knees by just trying to keep up with the emergencies that were mysteriously appearing up all over the city.

"Thank you." Merchant said as he gave a jogun to Ezra.

"No, thank you." Ezra said as he took four additional joguns. If Wreck was on leave then Ezra had to get some food himself… since Ezra never took responsibility over his credits.

"W-wait! What are you doing?" Merchant asked slightly surprised.

"Hey, kids gotta eat." Ezra stated as he saluted. Before the merchant could respond Ezra was already running towards the nearest roof top using some of the market stands.

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Above the main square, Ezra laid on one of the buildings looking down at a group of imperials. Among the imperials were speeders which were loaded with some crates. The officers were having an argument over the emergency Ezra called a few minutes ago.

"Almost feel bad for them… almost." Ezra muttered to himself quietly snickering. He and Wreck did a similar number when they took every helmet of one garrison and glued them on the side of their building. Hearing the bizarre report of one stormtrooper reporting their helmets became the decoration of their garrison trying to lie about losing their helmets made both Ezra and Wreck laugh for the rest of the day.

Then something hit Ezra's ear… as if some kind of echo.

Ezra turned in the direction of where the echo was coming from and saw a man wearing yellowish clothing with green armour covering his right arm, and a blaster inside a holster. The man as if noticing something was looking at him sharply turned towards where Ezra was lying. Ezra hid behind one of the ventilators and kept looking at the man who started walking through the street.

The man abruptly stopped next to an open doorway in which stood another much larger being. The man tapped his holster twice, the large person inside the doorway opened his greenish eyes that could be visible from where Ezra laid. Both of them continued in their own directions.

The man stopped next to an armoured woman which was smaller than him. Both of them turned with their backs to each other shortly communicated with taps on their blasters, before the woman started to walk towards the entrance of the main square.

Ezra interested in this completely new thing kept watching as the woman stopped and waited as four stormtroopers passed through the same street.

*BANGSHIIIIIIII*

Suddenly a sort of explosion went off. It was loud enough to leave in Ezras' ears a silent ring that screamed annoyingly. The explosion took place in the main square.

When Ezra looked there he could see all of the imperials were clutching their eyes as if someone flashed a spotlight for a second. Most of them shouting off or trying to find something they can hold.

Ezra looked for the reason of the sudden explosion before noticing a familiar cloaked person running and abruptly disconnecting two crates from one of the speeders, before running off into one of the narrow space between two buildings.

"So that's where you went off to old man." Ezra commented as he noted that he would have a conversation with his room-mate about getting in trouble.

"REPORT! I WANT A SITREP NOW!" The fat officer yelled at the troopers who heard the order and also started yelling. Each of them reported the same thing about a flash of light and loud noise but because of them yelling it at the same time it became gibberish.

He looked back at the small group that he saw before and they seemed as confused as those storm troopers and they were debating something. The man was frowning, the large being was scratching its ears, the woman was holding her chin. A moment later they all decided something and started sprinting towards the main square.

Ezra looked and saw the chaos as storm troopers started franticly shooting towards those three individuals who started rushing their positions.

In the midst of chaos, Ezra decided he would take the chance. He jumped on top of one speeders and before either of the sides could react he drove off. As he drove off he could see some red blaster shots zip just past his shoulder as he turned in crossing.

Ezra heard some sort of noise as if someone jumped at the back of his speeder.

"Pretty gutsy move kid." When Ezra turned back he saw the armoured woman with one blaster aimed at him. She then aimed down in between the crates and shot the connection magnet.

"If the big guy catches you… he'll end you." She said as she slowly drifted away on top of the disconnected crate.

"Good Luck!" She yelled and waved at him before dropping off the crate and running into another street.

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Meanwhile, Wreck was packing some of his food packs for a short journey towards the so-called 'Tarkin Town' where certain useful crime lord based his trade spot.

He looked around the room of the tower he got used to living in for last year. The things the tower room-mates did to the empire could be worth few drinks back at the haunter.

Then Wreck heard it… explosions… roughly a few kilometres southeast from the tower.

Wreck rushed towards the balcony and took his binoculars… he saw a tie fighter chasing one speeder on an eastern road leading out of the capitol. On the speeder was a small figure with a familiar orange jumpsuit…

"By the surviving Jedi, what is that kid doing!?" Wreck almost yelled before grabbing his comm link and turning it on to a certain frequency.

"Ezra! Respond!" He yelled at his comm link waiting for a response.

"Oh hey, Wreck… little busy at the moment I have to go!" Ezra responded with panic in his voice.

"Boy who raised you to be so reckless!? Stealing an imperial shipment is not something you want to do yet!" Wreck yelled at the comm link.

"Hey, not my fault you stole it first!" Ezra responded. Wreck could see that one of the speeders that were behind Ezra got blasted by a TIE fighter.

"Ezra listen you have a TIE on your back. You have to jump!" Wreck said as he could see the TIE starting its attack run. He saw Ezra jump but not before disconnecting the one crate that was on his speeder. The speeder moment later was destroyed by the chasing TIE fighter who started its combat turn.

"Ezra hide in the grass before the pilot can see where you are." Wreck said as he kept watching the situation. Now he wished for some PLX to be nearby but unfortunately, there wasn't any.

Wreck could watch as the TIE fighter slowly flew towards where Ezra was… before being destroyed by a pair of red laser bolts. His binoculars zoom out only to show a medium freighter that floated near Ezra.

"Ezra don't be reckless." Wreck said into comm link. After a moment he didn't get any response he looked through the binoculars at the area… only to see four TIE fighters rapidly approaching their location.

"Ezra…!" Wreck slightly started to panic as he only could watch at the moment.

"Please work, Please work, Please work!" Ezra could be heard through the comm link. Wreck could see Ezra jump at least eight meters in the air before landing on the ram of that freighter… with the crate full of blasters…

"This planet…" Wreck sighed as he could see Ezra retreating into the freighter. The ship suddenly activated its impulse engines and flew at large speeds towards the m

"Ezra?" Wreck asked through the comm link only to receive a garbled radio response.

"Great his comm links out of range." Wreck muttered as he turned off his comm link. He looked towards the direction where the ship has vanished into. Wreck fidgeted some channels on his comm link before turning it on.

"Hey, guys." Wreck started slightly waiting for a response but not getting one.

"We have a situation…" Wreck said as he entered the turbolift before it closed.

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Dum dum duuuuun. Comment and say your honest thoughts. Next chapter we continue off at the ghost and visit Vizago. Sorry about jumping between perspectives but it's for the good of the story.