DISCLAIMER

Not mine, don't own, Just for fun. All the usual.

Authors Note:

This is my first story and I have no idea what I'm doing. I think I did a good job, but if I missed anything let me know.

Also, yes I am using some legends material in here. I don't know much, but I was inspired.

I hope you all enjoy, please R&R and even send some ideas my way.

Without further adieu:

Chapter 1

'Damn, that was a fun night'

That was all Ezra could think as he rolled out of bed. He had gotten into one hell of a bar fight at Old Joe's last night and even though he won, it really wasn't what he'd hoped."Hey, at least that guy managed to get some good hits in.' He thought as he rolled his shoulders and rubbed his neck, trying to wake up.

"Well, no use just sitting around all day," he said as he walked into the refresher. "I wonder what I can get today."

Ezra walked down the street and noticed this strange feeling that kept coming up. It was like a pull, a voice in the back of his head. Or maybe a song, something that, while comforting and peaceful, called to him. It wasn't the first time he's experienced this feeling. As long as he's had this ability, the only way he could seem to describe it was like a sixth sense. An unexplained power that he has. Ezra's experimented with this power before. Object manipulation, enhanced senses, even extra strength or stamina. But he's not naive, Ezra knows, or at least suspects, that this power is the Force. The mystical power of the Jedi. The supposed traitors the Empires been hunting down, and the bounties known Jedi beget. He has heard stories after all.

Ezra meandered down the street, and he noticed that he sensed he should stop at an intersection. 'Why?' he wondered. That was the fourth time this morning, and he'd only been out a few hours. He made his way down the street and soon enough he saw a couple of speeders, each with two crates attached. Taking notice that there were a few more guards than normal around these bikes, he maneuvered himself into an alleyway next to the speeders. He hid; listening, looking, waiting for his chance to strike.

However, that sixth sense whispered to him and told him to look back down the street. He noticed there was a man dressed in green from head to toe. Before he could make any mental notes, however, the man stopped next to what Ezra could find no other words for than a purple haired Wookie. Before he was able to begin processing anything, the man tapped on his leg and the Purple Wookie walked away. Now Ezra had done enough Ops himself that he knew they were on the same team, and so was the very colorful Mandolorian that the man stopped next to as well. Except this time, the Mando tapped back.

'Interesting. Very interesting.'

Ezra continued watching these guys and soon enough, the Mando tossed something, and moments later an explosion ripped through the air. As this event just kept going, he finally saw an opening and took it. He ran and kicked a trooper off one of the bikes with crates and proceeded to take off down the street. He didn't look back, his focus was consumed trying to make it out. He managed to get to the main highway before someone caught up to him. Ezra took a quick glance over his shoulder and groaned at the fact that it was the guy in green.

In order to keep distance between himself and that guy, he jumped the median and went to the other side of the highway, bobbing and weaving though the oncoming traffic so as not hit any cars. But then he heard it, the screech of a TIE fighter. 'Shit' was the first thing he thought. He quickly made his way off the highway after he heard an explosion. He didn't even look back as he started his way into the plains Lothal is know for. He made it a good few kilometers before the TIE focused on him and got a lucky shot on the bike.

The next thing he knew, Ezra was coughing up dirt and doing his best to figure out which way was up. But even through the ringing in his ears and the pounding of his head, he heard the screech of a TIE fighter. He sat up and managed to focus on the TIE as it suddenly exploded and what looked like an old freighter flew through the smoke and debris. Ezra continued to look on in complete confusion, still not having completely actualized the situation yet, or unscrambling his head, before he was snapped back to reality as the ramp on that old freighter lowered and the Green Guy shouted at him.

"You want a lift?"

"Don't have much of a choice!" Ezra yelled back as he grabbed one of the containers and ran. 'I made it this far and I am so not leaving without at least one of these!' he thought as he bounded up and managed to stick the magnetic crate onto the ramp.

"Nice jump, kid." That was the Purple Wookie that said that.

"First, not a kid. Second, as soon as we are safe, you are going to drop me back off at Capital City with my crate."

"If you think we're going to just gonna drop you off with those blasters, then you got another thing comin'."

All of the sudden, a large rumble with a rocking violent enough to destabilize and throw everyone to the ground shook the ship. Due to that, the Purple Wookie fell on top of Ezra.

"Get off me!"

"I'm not that heavy in this gravity."

"It's not that," Ezra said gasping "it's the smell."

It was at that point when the ship's intercom went off.

"I need some covering fire so I can make the jump!"

The Purple Wookie then got off Ezra and started to climb up a ladder to get to a gun emplacement.

"If you move, so help me I will throw you out the airlock!" was what the purple thing said before he disappeared.

'Like Iwould listen to you?' Ezra scoffs mentally as he proceeds to explore the ship he's in. He wandered around for a few minutes and it just so happened that right before he entered what was the galley he felt a small rumble.

'Hyperspace' Ezra realizes.

"So, this is our stowaway then, hmm?" A green twi'lek asked after she entered through a door.

"Look," Ezra said "I appreciate the help back there, really I do, but now that we've cleared the TIEs I am politely asking that you drop me off at Capital City with my blasters, before things get ugly."

"Oh, we'll drop you off, but the blasters are staying here." The Green Guy said. But by the time he finished saying that, another member of the crew walked into the galley. 'My God,' Ezra thought 'That has to be the most beautiful girl in the whole galaxy!' Because at that exact moment, Ezra laid his eyes upon a Mandalorian girl who had to have had the most colorful armor he's ever seen. She came in with her helmet at her side, allowing Ezra to completely get lost in those rich, amber eyes of hers. It took a literal smack to the face for Ezra to return to reality.

"OW! What!?" Ezra yelled.

"Hey, don't get any ideas, I'm telling you for the last time: The blasters are staying here." The green guy stated.

Ezra chuckled, "You think you can stop me? I only asked politely out of courtesy. You don't have the numbers to stop me, let alone the strength."

"Oh yeah?" The purple thing asked.

"Zeb, you will not do anything while on my ship." The twi'lek said.

"Oh come on Hera! I can take 'em! It'll be real quick." Zeb argued.

"Yeah Hera, Zeb here can more than take me." Ezra chastised.

"Nothing happens while you are on my ship!" She commanded.

"Alright then, how 'bout this? You get us back to Lothal, and when we land Zeb and I spar out in the plains. Winner gets the crate." Ezra proposed.

Hera seemed to think about it. She knew that Zeb was itching for a good fight, but she wasn't all that sure it was a good idea. Yet something told her that it would work out.

"Alright, fine. But you had better save it for Lothal." She commanded.

"As you wish." Ezra ginned as he said that. Eyeing up Zeb as they waited for the ship to land again.

"Alright, no weapons of any kind, only fists, and we're going to either concession or knockout." The Green Guy said, both Zeb and Ezra agreed.

"Begin!"

It was an intense fight, to say the least. Zeb and Ezra trading blows to the astonishment of all present. Except Ezra of course. He knew exactly what he signed up for. The fight went on for fifteen minutes before Ezra broke the verbal silence.

"You're good, Zeb. You're really good. But I'm getting bored now, so if you don't mind, I'm gonna finish this fight now."

"Yeah, good luck with tha-" was all he could get out before Ezra knocked out Zeb with an uppercut so powerful it lifted him a solid meter of the ground, before he slammed back down.

The rest of the crew was speechless. They had never seen anything like that, let alone the fact that Ezra appeared to be just barely winded.

"Once again, thanks for the ride. But I'll be going now." Ezra said as he walked back down from the ship, taking the crate of blasters with him.

"If you guys are ever near Capital City and want to go another round, You can find me at the old radio tower." Ezra smirked as he walked away from the ship, leaving an astonished crew behind.

Several hours later, Ezra returned home to the radio tower. A fat stack of credits in his pocket, a good fight, and a nice hot meal. Today was a very good day. The only other thing he could ask for would be a good night's rest. He sighed and took his shirt off, ready for some well earned shut eye, when he heard a knock at his door. Opening it, he found the Green guy and the Mando girl.

"Before you say anything, my name is Kanan, and this is Sabine." He said as he motioned towards the Mandalorian girl, who was currently blushing. Even in the waning light of the evening, Ezra could tell even under her helmet.

"Look" Kanan said, "we have a few missions coming up, and we could use someone with your… particular skill set. Now you don't have to decide now, but if you agree-"

"Would it be against the Empire?" Ezra interrupted.

"Always is." Kanan answered with a smirk.

"Then tell me where to meet you tomorrow morning."

"Here." Kanan said, "We'll pick you up right here at 0800."

"Alright, see ya then Kanan." Ezra replied. "And I'll see you in the mornin' sweetheart." he said with a wink and a smirk at Sabine before closing the door.

As he lay in bed that night, Ezra couldn't help thinking that during that last encounter with them, his sixth sense was whispering to him, telling him, somehow, that this was meant to be.

'Did I really blush because he wasn't wearing a shirt?' Sabine asked herself. 'And why did I get so nervous around him?' Even when she was craving the solemn darkness of sleep, these questions and more kept her awake. Ever since she first saw him on the Ghost, if only for only a few minutes mind you, she became completely enthralled with him. The gentle, yet firm sound of his voice, the general sense of confidence he carried about himself. These were things she just couldn't get out of her head. Then, to make things worse, when she and Kanan went to see him at the tower, he wasn't wearing a shirt and, due to the sun being behind them, she saw his shaped and refined figure. She figured that he wasn't a hardcore fitness nut, considering he still had room to improve. But he wasn't much of a street rat either, by the looks of it. His arms were toned and strong. His chest was solid, and his abs were solid and defined. But, as she said, not refined. Sabine continued to toss and turn all the while thinking about him, until the sweet embrace of sleep finally overcame her tired body.

The next morning everything went as planned. The crew picked him up at 0800 sharp. He loaded onto the ship, set off, and was sitting in the galley, waiting for the mission to start. He was simply sitting there, slightly hunched over, elbows on his knees and interlaced fingers under his chin, thinking. They obviously didn't trust him enough to let him in on the front line, since they had him as back-up, sitting in the cockpit with Hera. He wondered why his sixth sense kept nagging at him throughout the briefing. He felt like he knew what the problem was, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. He didn't have time to figure anything out, however as Hera came over the intercom saying it was time to get ready. Ezra made his way to the cockpit and into the co-pilot's chair waiting to drop out of hyperspace. But before he even got completely sat down, he saw the blue majesty that was hyperspace bounce back to the spotted black void of real-space. Then, the mission began.

Hera played her part perfectly. She contacted the Imperial transport and got the clearance to land easily. Then it was everyone else. The Ghost had been docked with the transport for a little while when Ezra's sixth sense washed over him like a flood.

"Hera, something's wrong. I can feel it."

"Hm. Specter 2 to Specter 1, come in Specter 1." Hera said, trying to contact Kanan. "Hm. Coms are down. No, not down, jammed." As soon as Hera said that last word, a Star Destroyer came out of hyperspace right in front of them.

"This was a set up!" Ezra screamed.

"It's beginning to look that way." Hera said. "Look, I need you to go warn the others."

"What? Why would I stick my neck out for those guys? We should just leave while we have the chance. Cut our losses and get out of here." Ezra encouraged.

"You don't mean that!"

"I do! I really do!" Ezra emphasized. "Which is why I can't believe I'm doing this" he said as he ran out of the cockpit to go warn the others.

"Guys!" Ezra yelled.

Kanan rolled his eyes and sighed. "What?"

"It's a trap! A Star Destroyer just came out of hyperspace!"

Just as Ezra said that, the door opened up behind them and a squad of stormtroopers and an ISB agent started firing at them.

"Run!" Was all Kanan could manage before he and the other two took off down the hallway.

"How're we gonna warn Sabine and Chopper?" Ezra asked in between breaths.

"Just stick to the plan, they'll be fine." Kanan said.

Sure enough when Kanan gave the signal, everyone pushed off and shot all the stormtroopers while the were disoriented from the gravity disappearing. When the gravity came back on, they all b-lined it for the Ghost. Just as they were coming down the homestretch, Zeb accidentally elbowed Ezra in the face and stunned him just enough for a trooper to stun him completely. When Ezra hit the floor, Zeb turned back just as he hit the control to shut the airlock door.

Zeb sighed when he saw Ezra lying on the floor and said, "Ya did good, kid. Ya did good."

Sabine walked into the galley wanting to ask why in the hell that just happened. But before she could ask that burning question of hers she stopped dead in her tracks and instead asked a much simpler question.

"Where's Ezra?"

As soon as the words left her mouth everyone stopped dead. Well, everyone except Zeb who rubbed the back of his neck. Hera knew this to be a sign that he knew something. So Hera looked at Zeb with a stare that could kill and demanded:

"Garazeb Orrelios! Where is Ezra?!"

"Look," Zeb defended, "it wasn't my fault. That damn ISB agent stunned 'em, and so I couldn't get to 'em!"

"Well then," Hera started, "I guess we're going back for him then."

"Yup," Sabine said, "we got him into this mess, and now we need to get him out."

"Fine, but if we lose 'em' again I swear it's not my fault." Zeb grumbled, knowing there was no point in fighting.

With that, Hera altered course so they could intercept the destroyer Ezra was on. However, little did they know, but it wasn't Ezra who needed saving, it was that poor, unfortunate ISB agent. He and his ship and crew were the ones who were really in trouble.

Ezra woke up staring at a durasteel ceiling, memories slowly trickling back into his mind. He remembered getting hit by Zeb in the hallway, and then getting hit by a stun round. After he finished reacquainting himself with his surroundings, he sat up just in time for the cell door to open. And when it did, a pair of guards walked in followed by an ISB agent.

"Who are you?" Ezra asked as the man walked within a step or two of him.

"I am Agent Kallus, and you are?"

"Jabba the Hutt." Ezra spat back. "What do you want with me anyways? I don't know those guys and I'm not worth anything to you or anybody else."

"Well 'Jabba' I want you for bait." Kallus smirked.

"Ha!" Ezra laughed "Fat chance of that happening. They wouldn't be crazy enough to come back. People don't do that."

"Well, if you're so sure, then you wouldn't mind if I killed you here and now." Kallus shot back.

"Even if you were going to do that, you don't have enough troopers to hold me down." Ezra said with a smile forming on his lips.

"Oh yeah?" Kallus challenged "In that case; Trooper! Shoot him!"

Ezra smiled. 'That was easy.' he thought to himself. 'And they even left my hands free for me. How sweet.' Just as the trooper was about to fire, Ezra lashed out and kicked the trooper's legs out but caught him to use as a shield as he snapped his neck. He then proceeded to use the dead troopers blaster and get a shot off on the other trooper. Catching him in the neck. Once that was done, Ezra turned his attention to a stunned and frightened Kallus. Kallus had stepped back and was trying to escape, but stumbled when he hit the stairs. Ezra simply kept on moving forward, confidently, step after step. After what felt like an eternity, for Kallus anyway, Ezra grabbed Kallus by the collar and threw him back into the cell wall and proceeded to close and lock the door.

Ezra then began nonchalantly making his way to the hanger. Every trooper who got in his way was met with the same fate. Death. A single punch that cracked their chest plate and broke their ribs, a blaster shot in the neck, or, for the truly unfortunate, suffocation due to a crushed larynx. If Ezra didn't kill them, then they, at the very least, were out cold. Not one shot that was fired hit him, because he kept dodging. Almost as if he knew they were coming. Not one trooper made it out free from harm, if at all. And still Ezra kept on going. No matter how many troopers got in his way, no matter how many grenades went off, he kept going.

Hera set the Ghost down in the hanger and dropped the ramp. When she looked up though, she was surprised to see Ezra in the middle of a ring of either unconscious or dead stormtroopers fighting with a very relaxed stance. But the sound of Kanan's voice brought her out of her stupor.

"Um, do we actually need to help him?" Kanan questioned.

"Well, we can always beg forgiveness considering we can't exactly ask for permission." Hera stated.

With that both Sabine and Zeb started firing into the mess of troopers surrounding Ezra. After a few minutes, the final trooper went down and Ezra jogged his way over to the Ghost past multitudes of shattered equipment and broken bodies.

"Did you do all this?" Sabine inquired.

"Yup, although I didn't have any restrictions to work with, so it was far more enjoyable than the last big fight I was in." Ezra coolly stated.

A shocked Sabine simply nodded and walked back into the hold of the Ghost with everyone else in tow. Hera then proceeded to close the ramp and jump to hyperspace before she met everyone in the galley. The conversation that was about to take place would forever change the galaxy.

"Alright, start talking." Hera commanded.

"About what?" Ezra asked as he reclined into the seat next to the dejarik table.

"How did you escape?" Sabine inquired.

"Oh, that was easy. I just had them get a little to close and then made my move." Ezra calmly replied.

It appeared to Sabine like he'd done this many times before.

"How were you able to fight off all those stormtroopers without, well, anything?" Zeb wondered.

"Well… You know, I just gave 'em the old one, two." Ezra stated as he jabbed with his right and crossed with his left.

But it was Kanan who asked the question everyone had burning in their mind.

"Who are you?"

Ezra sat there in silence for a minute. Contemplating if he should tell these guys the little history he knows about himself. After a long moment of silence, Ezra spoke.

"How long until we get to Lothal?"

"Long enough." Hera replied.

"Fair." Ezra stated. "Well," he began "I think we have some more pressing matters to attend to first."

"How do you mean?" Kanan quizzed.

"I know where the Wookies are headed." Ezra calmly stated.

"Where?" Hera asked in a confused shock.

"Anyone up for a trip to Kessel?"

With the utterance of that one word, 'Kessel' the whole room seemed to grow a few degrees colder. Everyone knew that slaves sent to Kessel didn't last long. A year if they were lucky. But for forest dwelling Wookies, two weeks would mean death for many. With the unanimous, unspoken decision, Hera ran to the pilot's chair and set course for the most notorious Spice mines in the whole galaxy.

It didn't take long to figure out where the Wookies were, all they had to do was find the one spot where big hairy creatures were being unloaded. On the final approach to the station, Kanan spit out a plan quickly, and everyone knew the role they played. Kanan, Zeb, and Sabine were going to draw the troopers' fire while Ezra circled around and freed the Wookies. Then, they were going to get out of there. Except that was the one part Kanan didn't explain. But before anyone could complain, it was go time. The crew jumped down and engaged the troopers while Hera provided air support. At least that's how it was supposed to go.

"There's too many TIEs, I can't maintain my position!" Hera shouted over the comm.

"Then break off and give yourself some maneuvering room." Kanan replied.

"No way! I'm not leaving you here!"

"No, you're not. We're running a twenty-two pickup."

"Really?" Sabine inquired.

"Got any better ideas?" Kanan countered.

"Jump in the pit and get it over with?" Zeb proposed.

"Fine." Hera sighed, "But you better make it quick." she said before cutting off the comm.

"You heard the lady." Kanan ordered.

With that Zeb started to load the Wookies into a container to be picked up by Hera, while Sabine layed down covering fire.

"Twenty-two Pickup? Mind letting me in on the secret?" Ezra calmly asked.

"Kid, I'm about to let everyone in on the secret." Kanan smoothly replied before standing up and making his way over the crates they were hiding behind. As he walked forward, Kanan somehow managed to dodge the blaster bolts, leaning right or shifting left, he made his way forward before ISB Agent Kallus signaled the troopers to cease fire. Before anyone could say a word, Kanan grabbed two mechanical pieces off his belt and locked them together by twisting them, and then in one fluid motion, ignited his lightsaber and brought it up to a defensive position. A bewildered Agent Kallus then snapped back to reality.

"All units, focus your fire on… On the Jedi." Kallus barked.

Immediately Kanan began to block and redirect the shots with his saber, all the while a baffled Ezra could only manage a barely audible:

"Whoah…."

After a solid minute or two of Kanan showing off, as Ezra was convinced that's what he was doing, Hera came back and everyone loaded up into the Ghost as Hera flew off and into hyperspace.

A short while later the Wookies were gathered at the airlock, preparing to leave on a native starship from their home planet of Kashyyyk. The few Wookies who were injured in the fight were given medical treatment before they left. Sabine was translating the growls from the Wookies.

"He says if we ever need help, they will answer the call."

"Well lets hope we never have to ask." Kanan replied.

After that the final goodbyes were spoken, the Wookies loaded themselves into their ship and headed off. As the two ships separated a small jolt was felt and Ezra grabbed onto the wall to steady himself. Unbeknownst to him though, Ezra left a mark of scrunched metal from where he grabbed the wall. And Kanan noticed.

Ezra made his way to the galley after the Wookies left to get himself something to eat, however, when he walked in, everyone was sitting there waiting for him. When Ezra saw them sitting there, he knew exactly what was about to happen.

"I suppose I can't get out of this, now, can I?" Ezra asked.

"Nope." Hera informed. "So start talking."

"Well, I'll tell you what I know. I, Ezra Bridger, am the son of Mira and Ephraim Bridger. They, unfortunately, were killed nine years ago when the Empire raided my home. I have been on my own ever since."

"I'm sorry to hear that, but there's something you're not telling us as represented by the damage to the wall near the airlock." Kanan said with a curious scowl.

"Well," Ezra shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck as he spoke. "I was born different," he confessed. "I was born with malformed arms." He took off his shirt and removed a section of the synth-skin covering prosthetic arms. He even showed the attachment point at his shoulders.

Everyone was in awe at the sight, something Ezra was used to at this point. He let them stare a bit longer and finally covered himself again.

"I've had them since I was two." He stated. "My parents decided it would be better for me to have two functional arms, over two natural, but unusable arms." The crew pondered that notion. The age old question of function vs form.

"These are entirely custom made by yours truly." He continued with a slight bow, ignoring the thoughtful faces of the crew. "I even incorporated some bits of tech so I'll always have at least something on me."

Silence fell upon the group after that. Everyone was just processing everything. Trying to come to terms with these most recent revelations. Ezra was about to walk out of the galley when Hera, curious about a lack of information, spoke.

"Did your parents leave you something? A book, or a letter? A picture, even? Anything?"

Hera was trying to spark Ezra's memory, trying to give him hope or, at the very least, figure out why he didn't know.

"I dunno, maybe?" Ezra mussed. "I haven't been back to the house in years, so there might be something there I missed. I really never looked through it before I left." He said, trying to sound disinterested.

"Well that's the first place we're going then. If there's nothing there, fine. But maybe they made a trail for you to follow, knowing the Empire would come for them." Hera pushed. She really wanted for Ezra to know about his past. From her own experience, she knew the relief that knowledge gave after the burden of not knowing.

The crew casually walked down the streets of Capital City, weaving in and out of allies avoiding the occasional imperial patrol. Slowly they made their way to the Bridgers' old home. When they stood before the old structure, Ezra simply let out a sigh. He knew that when he crossed the threshold, he would face everything he left behind. Knowing how hard this was going to get, Hera placed her hand on Ezra's shoulder, silently telling him that they were there for him. After a few moments, Ezra gathered his strength, opened the door and stepped inside. The rest of the crew followed him after a few moments. There was no rush, no need to get in and out fast, so they let him take his time. Slowly Ezra began to walk around the house, sliding his hands over different things as he went. As he meandered his way around, memories that he had locked away resurfaced. Happy times, smiling faces, laughing, it all flooded back into his mind and it was more than he could take. Ezra began to let out silent tears, letting them slowly fall down his cheek. But there was one memory that made him pause.

*Flashback*

"Dad? What are you doing?" Little Ezra asked.

"Well, son. I'm making sure that the present I have for you has everything still in it." Ephraim replied.

"A present!" Ezra asked, "When can I open it?"

"When you're older, son. You'll understand it when you're older." Ephraim chuckled.

*End Flashback*

Ezra stood there, frozen. He knew whatever he needed was in that box, and thanks to the memory-vision thing, he really didn't know what just happened, he knew exactly where the box was. Kanan, sensing something, turned to Ezra and asked,

"What did you see?"

"I saw what we came for, and I know where it is." He said calmly as he came out of his stupor and looked back at Kanan.

Kanan nodded and gestured for Ezra to lead the way, and he did so. He slowly marched up stairs with careful determination, and continued onward until he came to a small closet. Ezra stood there, uncertainty and fear halting any attempt at movement. Knowing how he felt, Kanan placed a gentle hand on Ezra's shoulder, patiently waiting for him to continue. Ezra summoned all his strength, reached out and opened the door, and when he looked down, there, just as he saw it, was the crate. He carefully knelt down and dusted off the crate. There was no lock, just a simple buckle to keep it closed, and with everything he had in him, Ezra opened the crate.

Of all the possible things that could be stuffed inside that crate, this was not exactly what he thought he'd find. He'd have thought maybe a toy or a nice stack of credits, but not that. He was so enamored by what he saw he didn't have time to really inspect anything, let alone touch anything before Zeb called out.

"Bucket-heads incoming." In a voice that was quiet enough to only be heard in the room, but was loud enough to snap Ezra out of the trance he was in. Before he could do anything else, Ezra shut the crate and picked it up. It was slightly heavier than he was expecting, but that didn't matter, they had to move.

The crew made their way down to the main level and stacked up on the door, waiting to make their escape. They waited for several minutes before Zeb gave the all clear and made his way out. Everyone else followed suit and began the trek back to the Ghost. Once they arrived, Kanan thought to himself that that was the first mission in a rather long time that didn't go south. He walked to his cabin as he pondered that little nugget of information, just as everyone else, besides Ezra, did too. Instead, Ezra walked to the galley and set the crate down, and all but collapsed into a chair. The emotional toll of that day had all but drained him. But his curious mind refused to grant him rest. So, begrudgingly, he opened the box once more, and he immediately grabbed the envelope that was sitting on top and opened it. Inside its fragile, wax-sealed, yellowed covers, he found a note addressed to him.

Ezra,

If you are reading this, it means your Mother and I are both dead. How or when I don't know. But what I do know, is that we love you more than anything and we will be with you, always. Now, I don't know if you remember, but many years ago, I told you what was within this crate was your present, and that is still true. However, you must know that you are very special, Ezra. In more ways than you can possibly imagine.

You, Ezra, are one of the last of a people known as the Matukai. Your Mother was a Matukai as well. I, however, was a Jedi. We met when I was on an assignment, and struck up a friendship. We had many conversations about the Force and its uses, talked of our different training, and shared techniques with the other. We eventually fell in love and, on my last night with Mira, made you. Though I did not learn of your existence until we met again and was introduced to my son. I soon resigned from the Jedi Order, married your mother, and settled her, on Lothal. I dostill hope that you still have some of those memories of our time together, as I fear we will soon be unable to make more. The Empire is hunting force users, and, as I am known, they will find us eventually. Your mother, Mira, is adamant thatwhen they do, they will have to earn it, for we will not go quietly.

Your mother and I would like to apologize for not being there for you. We had hoped to explain this in person when you were older, but that seems an impossibility now. While we know it in no way makes up for our absence, we left you a few things. Gifts, or Artifacts, if you prefer. As I said, we trained and learned for each other, and in doing so, combined our fighting and weapon skills, creating the work of art you'll find. Swordplay was the best martial skill either of us had, and the design of this particular one works especially well with our combined martial training.

You will also find a large book, or tome, amongst other things, in this locker. Within it you will have all the collective knowledge of your mother and I could put to page. This includes training, both physical and in the Force; lessons in tactics and strategy; meditation techniques, both Jedi and Matukai; personal journal entries, and much more. We implore you to train and hope you will follow the legacy we leave and fight for whats right.

We know that this is a lot to take in, so we will finish off by saying this:

Trust in others, for your heart is never wrong.

We will forever be with you,

Mira and Ephraim Bridger,

Your Parents.

Ezra simply stared at this letter, reading it many times over before replacing it within the envelope, blinking rapidly, he moved on to the other things in the box. Forcing himself to ignore the sudden wetness in his eyes, and using shear force of will, steadied his breathing and reached for the thick, and surprisingly heavy, book that laid within the locker. Ezra carefully opened the tome, as his parents had called it, and skimmed through it. It was as he was told, diagrams of stances, margin-wrote notes, entries focusing on one thing or another. Then, Ezra found something that made him pause. On a random page, nearing the last quarter of the manuscript, was a picture. Hand drawn, with all the imperfections entailed, was what could only be described as a family portrait. It was several minutes of reverent tracing later, when Ezra closed the book, and set it aside.

That left one last thing in the locker, and it was a very ornate box. So, slowly Ezra reached down and pulled the box out of the locker and set it on his lap. Carefully and cautiously he undid the latched holding it closed, took a breath, and slowly pushed the lid open.

What Ezra saw was beyond his comprehension. The only way to describe what he saw was beautiful, though that was a word that failed to describe the encapsulating beauty of the weapon found inside. It was a gorgeous, single edged sword. The awe-inspiring, ornate electrum inlay was in perfect compliment to the wave-like pattern of the blade. It was polished to a mirror finish, and had an incredible handle wrapped in the finest of leather and the guard was of such craftsmanship that the seam between it and the blade was indistinguishable. However, there was one thing about the blade that caught Ezra's eye the most. There was a switch, near to where the guard and handle met. Crafted of the same materials as the rest of the blade, the switch was intricately crafted. Demonstrating a proficiency of the skills required to place something like the sword into a museum or art collection.

Ezra was so encapsulated with the blade that he nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard someone speak.

"What's that?" Sabine asked. After Ezra caught his breath and stilled his beating heart, he responded in kind.

"I don't really know. It's an ancient weapon from my people that was gifted to me. Have you ever seen anything like this before?" Ezra was honestly curious and hoped Sabine, with her vast knowledge of weapons, knew.

"Never in person, I've only ever read about weapons like this." She said as she slowly inched forward. "This is one of two things," She informed him, "This is either force-imbued sword or..." She paused, trying to collect her thoughts. "Or this is a sword made from Beskar."

"Beskar?" Ezra inquired.

"Beskar, or Mandalorian Iron, is a rare metal that can go toe-to-toe with a lightsaber." She explained. "It's a metal that comes from my home-world of Mandalore. It's one of the strongest metals in the galaxy and can trade blows from a lightsaber." She said whilst inspecting the blade with reverence. "By Mandolorian law I should confiscate this as no weapons are to be made of Beskar." She glanced at Ezra, and had to stop herself from shaking at the look he was giving her. "But this is an artifact of your legacy, a family heirloom, and even we Mando's know better than to interfere."

Ezra pondered that for a few minutes in silence. Nothing but their breathing and the hum of the ghost could be heard. After a few minutes, Ezra spoke.

"Thanks for the help, I really appreciate it. But I think I've had enough surprises and history for one day. Good night, Sabine." He told her as he packed everything up just the way he found it. He was done digging around in his past for today. He needed sleep.

Sabine just stood there, trying to figure out what this all meant. No one had made a Beskar blade before, let alone wielded one. She wasn't lying when she said it was forbidden to make weapons out of Beskar. But, she could tell that the sword wasn't Mandolorian in design, let alone origin. The material may be Beskar, but if he learned to master that blade, he could stand a chance at actually keeping it, and maybe becoming Mandalorian in the process. So long as he proved himself worthy, that is.

Sabine smiled a gleeful smile, of course she would have to talk to Kanan, Hera too, and she'd have to face her family again, but she could, potentially, have found a way to make Ezra hers forever. 'Wait, since when do I want him? Why do I need to do this? What in the hell am I doing!?' Questions just kept coming at her, faster and faster. So fast in fact, that she could barely think them, let alone answer them. She felt her cheeks begin to flush and quickly retired to her quarters.

Ezra laid in his bed, trying, desperately to fall asleep. He needed to talk to Kanan tomorrow. He needed answers, and that came one of two ways, Kanan, or that book. He'd start with Kanan, he could at least get answers from him. Whatever they may be. But thankfully, as quick as questions were starting to form in Ezra's mind, so too did the oblivion of sleep begin to claim him.

The next morning, Ezra found Kanan in the galley and before he could even walk up to him, Kanan knew what he wanted.

"You want to talk about that sword, don't you?" Kanan quizzes.

"Yeah, I want your help with understanding everything." Ezra answered, rubbing the back of his neck as he did so.

"Well, I don't have anything going for a little bit. So…" Kanan looked at Ezra with a blank expression "Let's get to it then." he said.

Ezra, understanding what Kanan meant, stood up and led him to the spot in the cargo hold where he put the crate. When Ezra got there he opened up the crate and pulled out the Tome and the sword, removing it from the sheath. This was the first time he held it, and it felt good. Kanan gestured for the blade and Ezra swiftly handed it over. Kanan inspected the blade closely, silently, until he finally spoke.

"I'm impressed, this is a powerful tool that you have here." He said as he handed the sword back to Ezra.

"Do you know what it is?" Ezra asked tentatively.

"No, I don't. I've never even heard of something like this." Kanan replied. Ezra nodded in response. Trying to not look both disappointed and excited at the same time.

"However," Kanan began again, "that doesn't mean I can't teach you how to wield it." Though he didn't know what it was, Kanan knew that, without a doubt, it could go against a lightsaber.

"So that means you'll teach me?" Ezra asked cautiously.

"I will do the best I can." Kanan replied with a smile. Ezra smiled back in response before turning his attention back to the blade. The was something he was missing, but didn't know what it was. As Kanan left, and walked back into the galley, Sabine walked over to him.

"Know what it is yet?" She inquired.

"Nope, guess I need to go read that book." Ezra said with a hint of annoyance in his voice.

"Well, has fun. Let me know if you find anything interesting?" Sabine asked as she made her way out.

Ezra replied with an affirmative, and returned his attention to the sword on his lap. He closed his eyes and tried to calm himself. He noticed his heart started beating faster when Sabine came into the room. As he calmed himself, he felt something near him start to call to him, almost as if it were singing. He reached out and focused on it, realizing it was the sword, he began to try to figure out what was missing, and felt the blade begin to shift. When he felt that it had stopped moving, he opened his eyes to reveal the sword but with its handle disconnected from the blade, in two pieces. Revealing a nest of mechanical components he did not understand at all. As he looked closer, he noticed that there was something missing, a void in the rats-nest that was the internals. He stared at the pieces, not concerned about the floating, but about the fact that there seemed to be something specific missing, an object key to the function of this blade. He then felt a pair of eyes on him and looked up to find Kanan, eyes wide in shock and surprise. Ezra calmly looked at Kanan and stated:

"Something's missing."