This is my first SWR fanfic :)

Words in italics are thoughts

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Ezra POV

I woke up to a loud bang on the door and I groaned, knowing who caused the act and didn't feel like responding this early in the morning. Again the door pounded and I thought it was going to fall down from the force of the hit, hopefully Hera would yell at Zeb shortly and he would leave me alone.

"C'mon kid wake up Kanan has a mission for us on Lothal."

I heard his heavy footsteps and mutterings about a lazy kid fade off into the belly of the ship, and I knew he had finally left me alone. I took this as an opportunity to go back to bed, but knowing that a new mission was taking place on my home planet convinced me to get ready and find out what was going on. I staggered off of my top bunk that I shared with Zeb and slowly put on my orange jumpsuit and brushed my dark blue shoulder length hair out of my tired bright blue eyes. Looking into a small mirror inside our cramped room, I noticed dark circles my eyes and hoped Kanan wouldn't notice, at least until after the mission so he wouldn't ask what they were from.

They were only nightmares Ezra, relax. I thought to myself, not really convincing myself. That wasn't real.

I unsteadily made my way to the center of the Ghost, piloted by a female green Twi'lek named Hera, who wears her pilot outfit proudly that makes her seem like she was born to fly, and I think she's the best pilot in the Outer Rim. She acts as the mother hen to our group of misfits and owns the outdated droid in our crew, Chopper.

Chopper is a small, old, orange and white droid who spends his spare time without Hera pulling pranks on me or making me believe the pranks were pulled by Zeb, the muscle of our crew.

He is a big Lasant with light purple skin and a darker shade of purple facial hair along with a swampy green outfit fitted with a bo-rifle carried by a Lasan honor guard, one of the last of his kind when they were destroyed along with his planet by the Empire with illegal weapons the Empire got a hold of.

Usually the one witness our fights was Sabine, a Mandolorian teen who was enrolled in the Empire's cadet school but dropped out when she found out the terrible things the Empire really does. When quietly watching my struggles aboard my new home, I found out that she is an amazing artist, and constantly paints her room and other items, adding life to the Ghost. Her mando armor is painted in streaks of purple and orange that match her dark shade of blueish purple and orange that compliment her dark brown eyes and tan skin.

Our leader, Kanan is a human like me. He was a padawan when the Empire established Order 66 which hunted and killed all Jedi and their padawans, Kanan escaped but his master did not, and he's been helping us fight the Empire for a long time. Kanan has brown hair pulled back into a short ponytail and some facial hair and dark green eyes. He is about as tall as Zeb, slightly less muscular but makes up for it with the grace only a force user has. He wears a dark green shirt with armor protecting one shoulder, grey pants and belt that holds his blaster and his light saber in two separate pieces.

This crew, my new family, was the best thing in my like since the Empire took my parents from me, and I was willing to do anything to help the them fight against the Empire that threatened all planets and have justice for my parents. As I walked into meeting area, I noticed the grim expressions on my comrades expressions and knew that something was wrong.

"What's wrong guys? Did I miss something?"

After a few moments of awkward silence, Hera avoided eye contact with me and took a long sigh before answering me. "Nothing is wrong Ezra, it's just that our new mission may not be something you like."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked curiously, wondering what intelligence might send teammates into this damper that was hurting my upbeat mood. "How can their be something so bad that you can't even look me in the eye and tell me?"

Kanan looked at me suddenly, what I just said pulling him out of the daze the crew of the Ghost seemed to be in. He spoke without his usual confidence and talked too quickly, as if whatever he was about to say almost pained him to do so. "Listen Ezra we've got a mission on Lothal. It didn't seem out of the ordinary until Vizago just sent us the details, and I'm not exactly sure you're going to like what you hear and what you'll have to do."

"Ezra," Hera stammered, "the mission on Lothal includes the infiltration of a gang, and Vizago specifically requested you to be the infiltrator. It says here that 'the boy has already seen the gang and knows what they can do and if anyone besides him attempts to infiltrate it they'll be killed, just ask'."

Tilting my head in confusion, I wasn't sure what kind of gang would let a kid join their ranks, and why I would be the one to do it since Sabine was much better at these things than me. "So that bears the question, what is the name of this gang Kanan?" I asked hesitantly.

"The gangs name is Crooked Shadow, ever heard of them kid?"

Oh god not them, anyone but them I thought to myself, my stomach dropping and heart pounding. I felt the color drain from my face and voices around me but I was too stunned to distinguish who was who. I felt my knees weaken and quickly latched onto the chair next to me, trying to control my erratic heartbeat and wild breathing and before anyone could stop me I walked out of the room to gather my dark thoughts.

Okay so that's just to set up the characters and storyline, keep reading to find out more! Review please :)

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