Hey guys, first Rebels fic. Hope you people like it! This chapter is a bit short so sorry about that

Ezra knew what the op was, force knows Kanan had told him what he was supposed to do four times ever since they came into the planet's orbit. Sure, this wasn't Lothal but it's not like Ezra didn't know what he was doing. Ezra sat on the side of the road on a relatively empty part of the city and waited for the cargo shipment to pass by. When it did he was supposed to alert Kanan and follow the shipment.

Ezra groaned as he put his head in his hand and his eyes scanned over the street. The most exciting thing that would happen was that some random person would walk by.

Then Ezra heard an engine in the distance, he sat up where he was and watched intently down the street. Then the shipment appeared at the end of the street and drove past him. Ezra pulled out his comlink.

"Specter Two, the shipment just passed me." He said.

"Good job Spector Six. Follow it."

Ezra placed the comlink back in his pocket and got up to follow it when he felt someone tap his shoulder. He quickly turned and saw an older man in well-dressed close looking down at him.

"I'm sorry young man, but I couldn't help but be captivated by your eyes." The stranger said. Ezra was startled by the comment, and looked back towards the shipment disappearing down the street then back at the stranger in front of him.

"Er, thank you sir, would love to chat, but I got to go!" Ezra said, he waved the man a goodbye as he ran to catch up with the shipment. Kanan would kill him if he lost sight of it. Not only that but Ezra felt an almost tingling sensation crawling up his spine, as if the force was attempting to give him some sort of warning.

The man watched Ezra run off, before pulling out a comlink of his of his own.

"My Lord, I believe I have found the one you are looking for."

"Way to lose the shipment kid!" Zeb said as he smacked Ezra on the back of the head. After his short interruption with the stranger, Ezra had ended up losing the shipment despite his efforts to keep up with it.

"Wasn't my fault!" Ezra shouted, "I got distracted!"

"Well you should have been more focused." Kanan said as they entered the Ghost. Ezra groaned at the reprimand, it's not like he was trying to make things happen that would make his lose focus. He was so sick of Kanan always telling him that need to focus and needed discipline.

"Kanan, I was trying! I know that we needed those cargo so we could get paid and get supplies! It's not like I wanted to lose the shipment!" Ezra said, getting visibly angry.

Kanan turned around and looked at his padawan. Ezra had crossed his arms and glared down at a box that was much less likely to judge him.

"You need to calm down," Kanan said, he held up a hand when Ezra tried to speak, "You can go to the market and buy us some of the supplies with the credits we have. Go to Hera to get a list of things we need."

Ezra looked at his master before making his way towards the cockpit. Once Ezra was out of the cargo area, Kanan let out a breath he didn't even realize he was holding. Even though Kanan wasn't as strict as the old Jedi teachings, even he could realize that at times Ezra let his emotions get the better of him.

Ezra wandered around the market, his eyes gazing lazily over the various booths. He already held a basket filled with some of the supplies Hera had asked him to get, but now Ezra found himself trying to find the last few items on the list.

"Are you lost, young one?" He heard a voice to the right of him say. Ezra turned to find a beggar woman holding a basket, a black cloak with a hood covering most of her features.

"No, I'm fine. Just looking for a few supplies." Ezra answered.

"My, your eyes. The stars in the night sky seem dim in comparison." The woman said. Ezra tentatively reached towards his face, blush brushing his cheeks. He was reminded of the man from earlier. Man, he wasn't used to getting so much attention.

"Ah thank you miss." He said, his eyes were drawn back to the market, but the woman quickly demanded his attention again.

"I hate to ask this of you, but my arm is growing tired lugging these apples around, do you think you could carry then to the inn I am staying at? It's not too far."

Ezra looked up at the sky, well he still had time. I guess it won't make me that late. Ezra thought to himself. He took the woman's basket with a smile and gestured for her to lead the way.

While making their way to the inn the woman would mostly tell him random facts about the planet, or she would talk of her orchard where she got her apples from. For the most part Ezra zoned out if he was being completely honest, the most he would do was nod his head to make it appear he was listening.

When they arrived at her inn and had walked to her room, the woman thanked Ezra as she took the basket, and right at that time Ezra's stomach growled. The woman must have seen Ezra glance at her basket since she laughed and reached into her basket and pulled out one of the ripest apples she had.

"Here. For all of your hard work." She said, holding out the apple to Ezra.

"Thank you!" Ezra said, taking the apple. He was starving, well not starving like when he was on the streets but he was still pretty hungry.

"Well, go on." The woman encouraged with a smile, however Ezra missed the intensity in her gaze as her eyes traced the movement of him moving the apple to his mouth. Ezra gave a small smile in return before taking a bite. It was one of the best fruits he had ever eaten, and he hummed in pleasure at the taste. He opened his mouth for another bite, when suddenly he felt wrong. He felt the tingling sensation on his spine once more, and this time he felt a sense of danger as the force practically screamed in his ears.

His whole body started to feel numb, he looked up the woman only to get dizzy at the sudden movement. His eyes couldn't seem to focus on anything and then his knees buckled. The red apple fell from his hand. He tried to stand up only to stumble back to the ground. Every time he blinked it was like time was slowing down for him. He could feel his consciences ebbing away, fear gripped him as he felt completely powerless. The apple rolled in front of his face where he lay crumpled on the ground.

"You are far too sweet for your own good. The Lord will be pleased." He heard the woman say, before he lost conciseness.