Star Wars Rebels: May the Force be with You

Me: Yeah, so...hi everyone. I'm having a little trouble with staying on topic, so I'm going to randomly start alternating between KFP and SWR.

Po: Why might that be?

Ezra: Yeah? I'm obviously closer to your age which makes me much more relatable and that much more awesome than a panda.

Me: (softly) Guys?

Po: Excuse me, but she wrote about me first.

Ezra: But it took longer for her to write about you than about me. I've been around for less than a year, and she's already writing about me.

Me: (louder) Guys?

Po: Well, I offer more story possibilities because I've been around longer.

Ezra: Oh yeah, well I-

Me: (yelling) GUYS! (both turn to face me) Both of you are great characters who deserve great stories, but the shows I have access to often influence my choices about what to write. At the moment, I have a higher chance of seeing a "Star Wars: Rebels" episode than a "Kung Fu Panda: Legends of Awesomeness" episode. It has nothing to do with the you guys. Now apologize. You guys are friends.

Po: (looks from me to Ezra) I'm sorry, kid. Guess I'm just a little upset about this.

Ezra: I'm sorry, too. I just find out I'm getting another story and I'm not the writer's main focus? It's a little hard to take in.

Me: Understandable. Now that you guys have made up, should we get started?

Po and Ezra: Sure, why not?

Me: Disclaimer?

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Star Wars: Rebels or Kung Fu Panda. I only own my OC.

Ezra: What!?

Po: You'll see.

Chapter 1: Runaway Cadet

Kyra P.O.V.

Running. That's all I've been doing since I woke up this morning. Running. It's not the only thing I know how to do, but it's my only option. I can use a blaster, and hit my target from 50 feet away. I can fly a TIE fighter and work a speeder while evading the most precise of blaster shots. I've even been trained in hand-to-hand combat, but all I can do is run. Run from all I thought I knew. Run from the past into an uncertain future.

If you haven't guessed already, I'm an imperial cadet; was an imperial cadet. I'm performing a severe act of treason in doing this, but I know I wouldn't be able to stay after what the Empire has done to me, what I was training to do to others.

I was brainwashed to think I was going to keep order when I became a stormtrooper. I thought I would bring balance, but that was far from the truth. I could never do what my training was preparing me for. Oppressing (and killing if necessary) the innocent. My parents had disappeared almost four years ago, but I was told they were sent on a top secret mission to keep me from getting suspicious. I was too young and impressionable back then to dig deeper, but the Empire has trained me to look for even the slightest thing that will show weakness. That was their mistake.

I was able to find out the fate of my family, so I snuck away. This was a month ago. I wanted to see for myself if the Empire was really as unthinkably cruel and they claimed not to be. When I saw the truth, I knew I wouldn't be able to keep training. I knew I would never be able to peacefully resign, so I packed a bag, and ran.

I didn't know what I would do when I was free, but I needed to find him. Blackish hair, blue eyes, tan skin. At this point he was the only person I could hope to trust. Even if he sent me on my way after a day or two, I would still be able to pick up the basics of surviving on my own. My whole life, my fate, now lied in the hands of a young boy who went by the name of Ezra Bridger.

Ezra's P.O.V.

Hera had just sent me out on an errand. She gave me a few creds (I looked up what was used for money. Galactic Credit Standard showed up, so this will be what money is referred to) to buy food and supplies. I was in a pretty good mood because I had passed the "Test of the Jedi" which means I have potential. Sabine had also agreed to let me preview some graffiti art she's been working on lately. She NEVER does that! She must be warming up to me. I knew it would happen sooner or later.

"What should I do first? Pick up some food, or stick it to the Empire by stealing some blasters?" I decided to flip a cred for it. I'm sure no one will mind if a few imperials chase me down. They do it very often, and no one has flipped out yet.

"Heads is Empire, tails is food." I flipped the cred in the air, caught it, and slapped it on the back of my hand. Heads. Just what I had hoped for. I didn't have to look far for someone to mess with. A few imperials were loading up a star destroyer full of crates. I scanned the area to make sure I had plenty of escape routes just in case I was caught. A few Imperial speeders were next to the star destroyer, so I made up my mind to take one after I finished.

I was about to take out a comm system from the last time I stole from the Empire when I saw a smaller stormtrooper walking towards the star destroyer. He was wearing a cadet uniform similar to the one I had worn when I worked as a spy. The only difference was the color of the stripe on the helmet. It was a dark blue, almost violet. The only reason I paid attention was because I could feel movement in the force as he moved. It felt oddly familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on where I had felt this energy before. He walked inside the ship, and came out with two crates. He walked over to the first speeder and started attaching the crates to it. As he finished up, I saw a swarm of stormtroopers charging towards him.

"Oh, this can't be good." I muttered. I was right. The next thing I knew, he was zooming off on the speeder. That cadet just stole from the EMPIRE!

Ezra: So, that's what happens when you add an OC.

Po: Yep. My story's got one, too.

Ezra: That's pretty cool. This story - so far - is pretty cool. I like it. (Sabine and I enter) Especially that part about Sabine.

Sabine: (flips spray can) What about me?

Ezra: (nervously trying to play it cool) Oh. Hi. I...uh was just saying how I...um really like the...ART made by Sabine. (gives sly smile)

Me: (walks over to Ezra and whispers) Nice save. (louder) That's all for now everyone. See you next time.