Before you read this, I apologize for the long wait. I got so caught up in everything else that life had thrown at me, I just forgot about this story.
But now, here it is, reworked, rewritten, in a better and more improved writing style since 2015. (Still follows the same story line as the original though).
Now I won't ramble on since you's just want to read this, but could someone possibly explain this review from an unknown viewer: "You have a bad attitude." I mean, huh? I don't understand this. Seriously, like, huh?
Anyway, you guys enjoy the story.
Lothal.
It was a desolate planet, orbiting the Outer Rim Territories.
Its main attraction was Capital City, home of many species of alien farmers and engineers who lived under the slandering eyes of the Empire.
Every rising of the sun was the same; enter, deliver, advertise, then by the end of the day, leave. The citizens only tried to get by without being shunned by a Storm Trooper's uneasy gaze. A wrongdoing of any kind meant trouble, and trouble, well, we will not go there.
Those who could, in a sense, 'easily' get through the day without trouble were lucky. They had everything they needed, food, money, and shelter. Those who struggled tried to keep away from anything or anyone who could brew up storms of disturbance.
The ones who struggled were called Loth-rats.
One such Loth-rat, a 14-year-old kid named Ezra Bridger, lived a life with no friends or family, and no one to look out for him. It had been like this for the past eight years, seizing a meiloorun fruit here, grasping a valuable trinket there, and occasionally causing trouble among the Imperial Troops.
At times it was fun.
Other times it was a matter of life or death.
But young Ezra could handle anything, for he had a gift.
Many years ago, his parents, Mira and Ephraim Bridger, discovered that their only son was Force sensitive. For fear of a future prophesied by Orys Bridger, the father of Ephraim, Ezra's father taught him how to use his great grandfather's lightsaber. He had learnt many moves but hadn't yet needed to kill anyone with neither the Force nor his blades.
A few years after his parents were taken from him on Empire Day, Ezra discovered a Jedi Temple where, after a difficult journey through could-be's, would-be's and what-if's among unknown faces and horrific nightmares, he at last found a kyber crystal of his own. With this, he created a double-sided brace that allowed the ignition of a laser sword at each end that could be separated at the mid-section of the grip. Both blades were blue.
Ezra had never used his Jedi weapons within the city walls, although the rumours of floating objects and things moving on their own led some to believe that there was a Jedi among them. Since rumours spread quickly throughout the community, the Storm Troopers figured they'd be true enough to believe, so the boy had to reduce using the Force more and more to lower their suspicions.
For the moment it seemed to have worked, but not on everyone.
Ezra was fidgeting with a communications link he had recently stolen from a Storm Trooper. He sat against the wall of a dark alleyway next to an air vent in case he was caught handling an Imperial device. As he listened to the multiple voices that came through, he listened to the Force. He did this so often now, as if this mystical entity was his only friend. He hadn't realized until a few years back that he was connected to the planet through the native animals that lived on it. His mind was so open that he could sense danger from miles away, and briefly experience an event that was about to happen. He could will these precognition's to come to him, but Ezra rarely used this ability for it somewhat drained his energy enough to make him feel dazed and slow him down.
"Are all the crates accounted for?" a voice said through the commlink.
Crates? Ezra's attention was now on the small device in his hand as he listened intently.
"Yes sir," responded a second voice. "We await your arrival at the rendezvous point."
Regular chatter continued as Ezra's mind buzzed for possible meet-up locations. It had to be a place where they either formally gathered or in an area where is was least expected for anyone to see a large assembly of Storm Troopers.
Two locations came to mind, and Ezra was gone before an Imperial soldier could spot him sitting in the alleyway.
The kid traveled through the air vent a way before he clambered upwards and appeared on the flat roof of one of the housing apartments. He ducked as a giant Walker stomped past, completely unaware of the boy who had hidden himself behind the concrete railing of the building's canopy. As soon as the Imperial machine was further away, Ezra leaped over a wide street using the Force, and landed on the roof of another building.
He did this for a while as he made his way to his first destination. His shadow was seen at times where the sun shone down on the roads that convoluted through the city, but as soon as someone noticed and looked up, he was already gone.
Ezra paused for a moment to catch his breath and listen to the Force. It ran through the streets, intertwining itself around living and inanimate objects, crawling through alleyways and soaring across the roofs of the housing units.
Which way… he thought. Which way…
A large energy perked his senses.
Living energy, the spirits of people, bad people, all gathered amidst hovering machines that let off another kind energy, manufactured energy. It was here that the Force moved around right-angle shapes, drifted about smooth corners.
The crates, he thought.
He moved swiftly, his heart pounding with nervousness and excitement and curiosity. There was something in those crates that were worth a lot in the black market. Ezra was eager to get his hands on them.
When at last he arrived, the boy peered over the building and down into a wide street. There were at least a dozen 614-AvA Speeder Bikes – more than half of them had a up to three crates in tow – and just as many Storm Troopers.
If I can just find one that's easy to reach, I can get out of there fast… his thoughts trailed through different ways of stealing a bike until it was suddenly halted. The Force nudged his senses to look down one of the nearby streets. He instinctively reached for his lightsaber but stopped as his gaze landed on a tall man.
The stranger was looking out between the buildings, as if keeping an eye out for Imperial troops. After a few moments he turned to face Ezra, and the boy watched as he frowned and moved his head to look directly at him. Ezra felt the Force clone this action before it happened, and he ducked out of sight.
Who is this guy? He couldn't help but wonder that there was something different he had never felt before. He peaked over the ledge and watched as the strange man strolled down the street.
Why does he… feel different?
The man stopped suddenly and patted his hand twice on his right thigh. Two yellow eyes appeared in the darkness of a building entrance and waited as the man wandered off before he appeared into the light.
A Lasat? Here? Ezra felt somewhat confused as he watched, but also allured by what they were doing.
"Interesting," he whispered.
His eyes glanced back toward the man, who had paused again and was repeating the same signal. This time a short female wearing colourful armour appeared from the shadows and began to make her way toward the assembly of Storm Troopers.
Something was about to happen. If Ezra took this course correctly, the outcome would be successful. He closed his eyes.
An explosion, the sound of hovering machines, the long, never-ending highway that stretched out to the horizon.
He opened his eyes just as the small female casually flung a magnetic device onto one of the Speeder Bikes. A Storm Trooper had noticed and reached out a hand to stop the woman, but Ezra noticed that he had noticed there was nothing he could do as an explosion flung him and several others into the air, along with speeders and crates trapped within the blast.
As debris flew, the booming rattled the city and echoed across the rooves, bouncing between streets and shaking the walls of every building.
Several moments passed, and as the dust cleared an uproar of voices came bellowing from the wide street below as blaster fire erupted.
Now was his chance.
Ezra jumped down and landed on a Speeder Bike with three crates attached. He revved it up and gave a small salute gesture to the strangers he had watched earlier and yelled out, "Thanks for doing all the heavy lifting!" before he raced off down the road.