Star Wars Imperials

Summary: "They're not going to come for me. People don't do that." An AU where this statement is true. The Rebel crew never went back to the Star Destroyer to pick up the wayward street-rat orphan. Agent Kallus waits a week before realizing this and trying to figure out what to do with the boy, because he very well couldn't let him back on to the streets.

Prolog: Left Behind

Ezra was running, nothing new for him. But where he was running was new, he was running on an Imperial Transport. He didn't want to be here, but the polite of the ship he was basically kidnapped on forced him to once she realized the op her crew was on was a trap.

As Ezra was running the Lasat pushed him backwards. Before he could respond in any way, shape or form he was grabbed from behind.

"Let go!" Ezra demanded the Imperial who grabbed him.

"Kid, get outta the way." Zeb said.

"I'm trying!" Ezra responded, trying to struggle out of the firm grasp the Imperail had around his neck.

"Sorry kid." Zeb called.

"What?" Ezra thought.

"You did good." Zeb said.

"No, please no." Ezra begged in his head, his eyes pleading.

The airlock closed with a hiss.

"They left." Ezra thought. "They left without me. I stick my neck out for them and they abandon me."

"Sir," one of the Stormtroopers approached the man holding Ezra. "Explosives were found on the ship. We must return to the Destroyer at once."

"Take the prisoner to the cell block." the Imperial holding said pushing Ezra towards two Stormtroopers and all of them made their way towards the other nearby airlock.

Ezra didn't struggle. Where would he run to anyways?

They made it onto the Star Destroyer right before the transport blew up due to the Rebels who had left Ezra behind.

The Stormtroopers forced Ezra into the cell block and pushed him into a cell before shutting the door behind him. With a sigh Ezra sat on the bench that attached to the bed.

He really thought these guys were different. They helped those people in Tarkintown, but they left him behind. How long would it be until the Imperials let him go? Or would they even let him go?

Meanwhile on the Ghost.

"No, no, no, no way!" Zeb protested the idea the captain put forth. "You cannot be serious!"

"It's our fault he was there." Hera pointed out.

"Come on Hera!" Zeb yelled. "We just met this kid, we're not going back for him!"

"They'll be waiting for us." Sabine said sadly. "We can't save him."

"We should go back!" Chopper beeped.

Hera smirked.

"What! What did he say?" Zeb demanded.

"He voted with me." Hera said. "That's two against two. Kanan, you have the deciding vote."

Kanan looked out the window into hyperspace. He sighed. "It's too risky. We can't go back. The kid is smart. He'll figure something out."

Hera looked at him disappointedly but continued onwards through hyperspace, never to bring up the topic of the boy again. "His parents must be worried sick," was her last thought of the kid.

I know it's short but it's only the prolog. More to come later.