Hi everyone! My name is Emily, but please, call me Ezz after my favourite name Ezmire. I'm hoping you are happy with this story, and I do apologise if I take too long writing chapters. Please enjoy! The more followers and favourites I get, the more chapters I'll post. And hopefully they'll be longer. ;P

Me: I think this story will be alright.

Ezra: What have you done to it anyway?

Me: I changed it a little.

Ezra: How little?

Me: Just read it!

It was a normal, sunny day in the downtown markets of Capital City. The streets were buzzing with aliens and humans alike, and Imperial Troopers strolled among them, searching for any signs of disobedience. Imperial TIE Fighters flew above the city, while gigantic Walkers headed back to the Lothal Senate Building to be repaired.

Within the shadowy air vents of the housed streets, a boy lingered. His bright blue eyes glowed slightly as he looked through the barred door of the vent. He watched the troopers hover over people and walk around holding their guns in both hands.

He hated those bucket heads. They had taken his parents from him when he was only seven, and the Empire was to blame. And the worst part of it all was that they were taken on Empire Day, which also happened to be his birthday.

Having learnt of how to be one to wield a lightsaber, his father had told him of the Force, and briefly explained the Dark Side. Luckily, the boy was able to keep himself in the good of the Force, not the bad. Although he felt anger and sadness for the loss of his parents, he was able to contain himself from such situations.

A trooper glanced into the vent at that moment, but having sensed it, the boy, named Ezra Bridger, was no longer there.

Later that day, from atop a roof of a building, Ezra knelt with a night blue cloak and its hood over his head. As he lingered, he watched a band of troopers surrounding crates and 614-AvA Speeder Bikes. They were sure up to something.

"Do you have the crates?" a comlink on one of the Troopers spoke.

"Yes, sir. Shall we commence taking them to the Imperial portal?"

"Yes."

Before Ezra could continue listening, a strange feeling within the Force grasped his attention. He turned to his right, and noticed a tall man gazing out into a street. He turned toward the street the Storm Troopers were in, and, also feeling the same thing, looked up to where the boy stood. But Ezra had stooped down into hiding before he could be spotted.

The man shook his head, and began to walk toward the band of troopers. He paused at a small alleyway, and patted his left hand twice on the side of his left thigh. Two yellow eyes appeared in the darkness, and a Lasat came strolling out of the shadows.

"Interesting," Ezra muttered.

The man walked further along, and halted beside a purple-pink armoured female, who wore a helmet over her head. The taller repeated the same signal, and the girl began to walk by the Troopers.

Ezra wasn't going to let that happen. He had a plan of his own.

With a Force-filled leap off the roof, the boy drew out his lightsaber mid-air and landed on a Trooper. The others started shooting, but the youth was light on his toes, dodging each blaze with grace and swiftness; deflecting every blaze shot at him; and moving very quick indeed. In only mere seconds, all the Storm Troopers were either knocked out or killed.

The man, the girl and the Lasat stood there in complete shock.

"Another Jedi?" asked the girl.

"How could this be?" said the man. At that moment, the boy jumped into a Speeder, and raced off with three crates magnetically connected behind him.

"Quick," ordered the man. "Take the other crates. I'll go after the Jedi."

Ezra: Oh…so, I already know how to use a lightsaber?

Me: Well yes. Is it okay though?

Ezra: Yeah, that's fine. And...I like it. Just needs more.

Me: I'll get to that…eventually.