He's My WHAT?!
I don't own Star Wars Rebels, or anything other than the bottle of soda I'm drinking and my clothes, because I'm UNDERAGE. And this is a plot bunny that viscously attacked me.
The Ghost crew were sitting in a bar, chatting about how their last job went. It was a simple job, get cargo from point A to point B; it was even legal cargo, but paid good credits. They hadn't run into any trouble, and they had been paid in full, even scoring a bonus when Ezra stopped their employer's Loth-Cat from running away.
"… and in other news the Emperor has decree that every citizen of the Empire is to undergo a process to identify their specific genetic make-up, and that their gene code will now be their identification. This is to…"
Well, shit. There goes their good mood. No getting out of this either, they needed to have identification to get supplies. So, to the nearest Imperial Hospital to be genetically mapped.
The process went smoothly for Hera, who had never been identified as the rebel pilot. The process also went smoothly for Zeb, who intimidated the poor doctor assigned to him. Kanan did the Jedi mind trick to avoid being reported, so his process went smoothly too. Sabine had actually worn something over her armor and left her helmet at her speeder, so no one was able to identify her as a rebel either.
Now the team was sitting there waiting for Ezra to be done. What they weren't expecting was the doctor assigned to Ezra to come running out of the room screaming that they needed to call the Emperor right now, because a relative of his had been found! The team looked at Ezra, who was standing in the doorway looking just as surprised as the team was.
It was barely three minutes later that a squad of Stormtroopers came marching in. Ezra was pulled in to their formation, and they closed ranks around him. As the team shrugged off their shock to try to get their youngest member back, the Stormtroopers rushed Ezra into the lift. It slid shut before the team could do much more than take a few steps.
How the hell are they getting out of this one?
"Emperor, one of the clinics has reported that a child matching your genetic linage has been found; judging by the dispersal it's a grandchild."
A grandchild? How could that be, he hadn't had any other children besides her. But she had been stillborn… hadn't she? It would be just like that lying, two-faced witch that was his Ex to have lied to him, she had never wanted children and he wouldn't allow her to abort. He had wanted his baby girl so much, and had dreamed of her growing up to have grandchildren for him to dote on. Suddenly, there was a grandchild he could act out that long buried desire with, one he never thought would come true.
Not because he was the (evil) ruler of an entire empire ((No, never that. *snicker*)). That just allowed him to spoil his grandchild silly! Not because he was a Sith. That was just one more thing he could teach his grandchild about! Because he had never fallen in love with another woman after his Ex broke his heart, and the only child he had ever had never took a breath.
"Bring the child to me. This Empire may have just gained an heir."