OKAY. Before I continue I have been loving the feedback from all of you and you have been asking a lot of questions so I feel that before I continue I should answer a few so you can decide if you want to continue.

Hamadabrosrule: this is going to be an Ezra is Luke Skywalker story and yes I will include Leila later. And yes I know this makes things very complicated but all shall be explained… later!

Mana: thank you for reminding me I still don't know how to use Microsoft properly, but thank you for reminding me that my stories though okay right now will always need to be improved upon(Yes I can't use Microsoft properly make all the jokes you want internet)

Canada Skywalker: I hadn't really thought about the arm thing but thanks for the idea and yes I do hope to add Ashoka in later chapters

Internet: YES PEOPLE I KNOW MY SPACING SUCKS ASS I WILL WORK ON IT!

They had lost. The rebels were all siting in the ghost quietly in shock. They had all fought as hard as they could, but they had lost. Sabine and Zeb had a few grazes and dented armor, but were otherwise fine, but it was Kanan that was the worst because they had got him, they had taken Ezra. Kanan was in the med bay after what had happened as Hera flew them through the air to a place where they could patch up, but it didn't really matter because they had lost Ezra.

They had finally reached a safe area to land and did so all was quiet for a few moments until Sabine spoke up

"…what…what are we going to do…" she whispered.

"I… I don't know" Hera whispered back

They all just sat there, just trying to process what had happened and praying, praying that Ezra was okay.

"We… we need to help Kanan. He is pretty banged up"

Hera said as she got up and headed to the med bay leaving Sabine and Zeb alone in the cockpit. She walked through the ship noticing the absence of the teen's laughter or him and Zeb yelling and chasing Chopper. She missed the way he smiled and how he always made everything seem brighter, how he used to help however he could, how he would glow with pride when Kanan worked together with Ezra. She then got to the door of the med bay and opened the door to find their leader on one of the beds. He was unconcise with lightsaber burn mark across his right cheek and cuts and bruises all across his body. She sat down beside him, taking his hand in hers and whispered

"Oh Kanan, what are we going to do"

Lord Vader strode through the halls of the Executor carrying the boy in his arms with the Inquisitor and Agent Kallus right behind him. "Master" the Inquisitor said in an impatient tone "shouldn't we focus on trying to catch the rebels whall they're at their weakest" "your quarrels with the insurgents mean nothing to me. The child was my mission you may continue your attack on them if it pleasures you, but my work is done" Vader said as he departed the two as he entered the quarters beside his room and closing the door. He walked over to the large bed and placed the boy gently down on to it. He had been roughed up a bit from the battle but nothing worrying. Vader looked down upon his son for the first time. He was short for his age, but that was probably due to lack of good nutrient or perhaps Padme's gens. The hair was strange blueish, but it was obviously a strong dye and would soon be disposed of. He held his son's lightsaber in his hand it looked nothing like any lightsaber he had ever seen, but that only made him happier to see his son being crafty and initiative.

"Soon my son" he thought as he brushed his hand over the boy's forehead

"You shall take your place beside me, where you were truly destined to be"

And with that he stood up and left the room, locking it behind him. He walked through the halls until he reached his office and sat down at his desk. He reviewed the files over again, the supposed Jedi Master "Kanan Jarrus" wasn't a true master his master was killed when Order 66 took place and he was only a padawan at the time. He had supposedly been training his dear child, but his knowledge was cut off at such a young age that he would be no match for the power Ezra held in his body. He was most disappointed that he had not slaughtered the man right in front of his son to show who the stronger master was, but he had regretfully been unsuccessful due to his own son, sacrificing himself to save his master from the clutches of the empire, but at less he had wounded the man slightly that would him… for now. The other crew members had been wounded to, but nothing life-threating.