Chapter I

Ghost Crew (Spark of Rebellion)

This is the first part of Spark of Rebellion and may I say it was a pain in the arse to write. This story will be going to the Original Trilogy after season 2 because I think it will be interesting to see the Ghost Crew if they were in A New Hope. The original trilogy will be written as a separate book, so think of this as a prequel. Warning, when I go in this direction, the original trilogy book will contain spoilers for Girl at War.

I was inspired to write this after seeing many female Ezra stories but this female Ezra is named Ezri. So, without further ado, enjoy and comments are welcome (but nothing too hard. This is my first-time writing Star Wars Rebels)

Ezri Bridger was an orphan living on the streets. She had been since she was seven years old. Since the Empire took her parents away. Her parents, Mira and Ephraim Bridger, did everything in their power to make sure their daughter grew up in a better world.

However, she didn't feel that sentiment. Ezri's parents were gone. It was just her and it would remain just her for the years to come. She was only fourteen years old, and would be fifteen in several months, with sapphire blue eyes and long raven hair kept in a bun with her bangs on each side. Empire Day was the day her parents were taken from her and it was also her birthday. Let's just say, she would rather forget about it as a birthday but rather as the anniversary of her parents' disappearance.

Now, she stole what she needed to survive. And it would be the same old routine as the day before. However, little did Ezri know, this day was not going to be like any other day.

On her way to steal breakfast, she went to steal her favorite fruit: the jogans. However, she stopped when she saw Stormtroopers and that terrible Commandant, she had seen around town trying to take

As she saw that the man who usually sold jogans, she approached the Imperials.

"Hey, mister, a spare jogan?" Ezri asked, keeping her head down.

" Move along, little girl," the Imperial snapped.

"Sorry, sorry, not looking for trouble," Ezri said, quickly swiping the man of his commlink. Soon out of ear reach, she took the commlink out with a proud smile on her face. "But it sure has a way of finding me." She spoke into the commlink in a man's voice. "All officers to the main square! This is a code red emergency!" She watched as the idiots left the vendor alone and Ezri was smiling in triumph as they left him alone. She revealed herself to the vendor, who was initially grateful to her until she stole two fruit, knowing full well he wouldn't call the Imps.

"What are you doing?"

"Hey, a kid's gotta eat," she said and left before the vendor could say anything. He couldn't help but wonder out loud, "Who is that kid?"

Ezri snuck away with relative ease, and watching those men she fooled, talking to each other. By now, they were realizing they had been tricked, but by a teenage girl? Absolutely not.

"I'm not sure what you mean," said the other Imperial commander. "My orders are to get these crates to the Imperial portal."

"Well, get them loaded, then!"

Ezri smirked as they were beginning to hurriedly thrown stuff into those speeder bikes.

"Almost feel bad for them," she muttered before adding, "Almost."

Suddenly, Ezri could feel something. She looked down in alert. No wait. Someone. They had this warm and caring signature about them.

"That was weird," Ezri muttered. Ezri looked down and she saw a man below. She had a feeling he was the reason she could sense that man. The man was Kanan Jarrus of twenty-eight years old, long brown hair usually tied back and green eyes that sometimes looked blue in the light. He and his crew were there to steal the crates. However, they were unaware of the girl watching them. Ezri shook herself awake. As for Kanan, he too could sense something. He looked up but Ezri had already ducked down before he could see her. Kanan just shrugged and walked away. Ezri noticed that they were planning something. She knew a heist when she saw one. Those people were going to steal crates. When the man is gone, Ezri's head pops back up. She saw Kanan stop next to a Lasat and patted his leg twice. The Lasat moves to the bounty hunter and patted his leg twice while the hunter patted her leg three times.

"Interesting," Ezri muttered. The bounty hunter threw a detonator, both her and the Lasat walking away. Without realizing it the Stormtroopers passed the crate where the detonator was. Suddenly BOOM! Immediately blown up, Ezri quickly hid as the explosion went off. She realized they were trying to steal those crates.

"Get those crates out of here! Keep them secure at all costs!"

"All costs, huh?" Ezri muttered to herself. "I like the sound of that."

As she made her way down, Ezri watched as the Lasat punched the stormtroopers and effectively knocked them out. She shrugged her shoulders and jumped down on the seat as the Lasat and man looked at her in confusion.

"Thanks for doing the heavy lifting," Ezri smirked.

"Little girl, you don't want to be doing that," the Lasat warned her.

"No, I think I do," Ezri said. He tried to grab at her but Ezri started the speeder bike and raced away from the mercenaries. The Lasat, Zeb of thirty-nine human years, groaned in annoyance as he looked to Kanan.

"Gah!" snapped Zeb. "Now what?"

"After that kid!" shouted the man and the boys went to chase after Ezri. The girl was speeding fast, like there was no tomorrow. However, the hunter in pink armor from earlier had landed on one of the crates. The bounty hunter was sixteen-year-old Sabine Wren, who honestly, was impressed with the girl, and she was younger than her.

"Pretty gutsy move, kid!" Sabine told the younger girl. "If the big guy catches you, he'll end you."

She took out her pistol and shot at the chain connecting the last crate to the other. "Good luck!"

Ezri looked back and asked herself, "Who are these guys?"

Little did she know, Kanan had the same thought about her.

"Who is that kid?" Kanan asked himself. He looked up to see a Stormtrooper had been trailing him and was pointing a blaster at him.

"Okay, you caught me," said Kanan, holding out his hands with a detonator. "I give up." He threw it at the soldier. "What the…" the Stormtrooper muttered.

"Just kidding," said Kanan and with a push of the button, the Stormtrooper was gone. Meanwhile, Ezri had bested both Kanan and Zeb. She outmaneuvered him, causing the Lasat to growl as she flew past him.

"If that kid was a boy and Kanan caught him, I would have ended her!" Zeb shouted. He never hit girls.

Kanan had to admit, that girl was fast but he was faster. With his speeder bike, he rounded in front of her. As Ezri looked around for Kanan she suddenly saw him a few inches ahead of her. She shrieked and stepped on the brake pedal.

"Who are you?" Ezri hissed.

"I'm the guy who was stealing that crate," Kanan said. "And you," he pointed at her. "are a little girl who are messing in things that do not concern you.

"Hey, look, I stole this stuff of," she stopped and looked at the crate. Honestly, she had no idea what was in the crates. "Of what whatever it is, fair and square."

"And you made it pretty far. But I've got plans for that crate. So, today's not your day."

Ezri smirked. "Mmm, day's not over!" She quickly started the bike and flew away. Kanan watched as Ezri flew away.

"Oh, wonderful," Kanan muttered. That girl, there was something about her. He just knew it. She almost reminded him of someone and his name was Caleb Dume. His thoughts were interrupted when he looked up and saw TIE fighters coming for him. He knew that girl was in danger. Sure, his number one thought was the crates but his other concern was the child he encountered. Quickly, Kanan entered his commlink, calling for the pilot and Twi'lek, Hera Syndulla. If he was going to get the crates and save the kid, he was going to need her help.

"This is Spectre-1, I need a lift."

"Whatever's in these crates, must really be worth it," Ezri muttered as she flew away from Kanan. Quickly, a green beam had nearly hit her bike. She screamed in anger. "Better be worth it!"

As she hovered over the grass, she suddenly saw the TIE fighters and quickly, she rolled away in the grass and stopped, watching it destroy her speeder bike but miraculously, not on the crate. Ezri rolled onto her back and screamed when the TIE was coming to KILL her. However, another gun was fired and the TIE was destroyed. Ezri looked up, seeing Kanan standing on the ramp that was down, enough to get Ezri on board.

"You want a ride?" Kanan said.

"My mom told me to never talk to strangers!" Ezri yelled. However, when she saw MORE TIES coming, Kanan looked down at the stubborn girl.

"Kid, you have a better option? Come on!" Kanan yelled. Ezri grunted. Quickly she shoved the crate. Kanan couldn't believe this girl. That, and Ezri couldn't believe she was risking her life with it. "Leave the crate. You'll never make it!" Ezri didn't care. Quickly she dragged out the crate filled with unknown blasters. Kanan was mildly impressed by how she was able to jump onto the Ghost while having a trail of TIEs on their tail and jumping with a crate.

"Whoa," Kanan said. He helped her back up, while grabbing the crates. There was something odd about this girl and Kanan, was going to find out.

"Seriously?" Ezri snapped. She glared at the big guy, Zeb with a raised eyebrow and she pointed at the crate. "All of this? For blasters?"

"They're worth high on the black market," Kanan answered, Ezri's head snapping towards him before back at the crate.

"Hey, even I have my standards," Ezri snapped as she gestured to herself by putting her hand on her shoulder. "If I cared, I'd say they were mine, but I don't!"

"If you cared," Zeb hissed, "then you wouldn't have gotten in your way."

"I'm sorry!" Ezri said. "If only I knew what was in the crates, I wouldn't have bothered."

Kanan shook his head. He didn't have time to babysit Ezri, so he told Zeb to keep an eye on her. Ezri frowned and pouted, now feeling like her father had put her in a time out as if she was five years old. As Kanan entered the Cockpit, Hera was at the helm while her droid C1-10P, better known as Chopper, was at her heels. Hera realized they were not having the most productive morning. Honestly, what was Kanan thinking when they went through with this mission? She saw Kanan coming into the room out of the corner of her eye.

"You said this was a routine op," Hera said as she touched the buttons of the ship above. "What happened down there?"

Chopper began giving Kanan attitude. The man groaned as he sat down in the co-pilot seat., "Ugh, Chopper, please. It's been a difficult morning," referring to his problems with Ezri this morning.

"He has a point, love," Hera said. We've got four TIE fighters closing in."

Even though Hera and Kanan were not a couple, they still harbored feelings for each other without ever announcing it.

"Hera, how about a little less attitude and a little more altitude?" Kanan shouted. Hera suddenly spun the ship around, causing Kanan to feel very destroyed. "If I didn't know better, I'd think you did that on purpose."

"If you knew better, we wouldn't be in this situation," Hera retorted. "Seriously, Kanan, what happened?"

"She did," Kanan gestured to Ezri, who was arguing with Ze. Hera was extremely shocked. A kid tripped Kanan up.

"A kid tripped you up?!" Hera shouted. "Sounds like a brave girl! Spill!"

Kanan rolled his eyes. He really didn't want to talk about a kid being able to show him off. He glared at Hera.

"Aren't you a little busy at the moment?" Kanan hissed. Hera leaned in with a smile.

"Spill!" she insisted again. Kanan realized that Hera was never going to let this go unless he revealed what had happened with Ezri. Meanwhile, as the TIEs fired at them, Ezri and Zeb fell from their feet and onto the ground. As Zeb landed on her, the girl grunted as his butt connected with her back.

"Hey!" Ezri yelled. "Do you think you could get your butt off of me!?"

"I'm not that heavy!" Zeb yelled at her.

"Well you're the idiot who fell on me!" Ezri couldn't help but insult him. When Zeb got off of her he grabbed her arm and forcefully lifted her onto her feet.

"Maybe you just need an attitude adjustment!" He yelled at her. Zeb pushed her into a room that he could securely lock.

"Oh, and by the way you reek pal!" Ezri shouted. Zeb growled. That kid was lucky she was a girl. Ezri was lucky that she knew how to sneak in and out of places. With her hand bag strapped to her shoulder down to her waist, she quietly went into the air vents. Meanwhile, Hera remained impressed with Ezri. Now, if only they knew her name.

"Kid sounds impressive," Hera admitted as soon as Kanan told her the whole story. However, the man immediately panicked. He knew the look on Hera's face.

"You're not thinking what I think you're thinking." Kanan asked.

"She held on to a crate of blasters with a pack of troopers on her tail."

"Because I was there to save her. "She's a street rat wild, reckless, dangerous and..." He looked back at the security hologram but found the girl was not there. "And gone?" He KNEW he shouldn't have had Zeb and Sabine keeping an eye on her. He reached out for his commlink. "Zeb, Sabine, where's the kid?" Kanan demanded.

"Calm down, chief," Zeb said. "She's in…" he opened up the cell he put Ezri in but saw the girl was gone, "uh, here."

"Zeb, where is she?" Kanan snapped, Zeb grimaced up a bit when Kanan yelled.

"Well, he is still in the ship," Zeb muttered. The duo heard someone crawling through the air vents. Sabine shook her head and smiled underneath her helmet. That girl was really, really getting to be more and more like Kanan every minute they spent with her.

"Oh, she is in the ship alright," Sabine muttered. Hera, meanwhile, smirked. Reckless? Creative? This girl was like a mini, female version of Kanan.

"Very creative," Hera said, pointedly looking at Kanan. "Sounds like someone I used to know."

Kanan shook his head. He and the girl were nothing alike but Hera, Sabine and Zeb had to disagree with him. Meanwhile, Ezri climbed through the vents when suddenly, she came near a grate and fell through and landed onto a seat. She quickly recovered and realized something. She was in space!

"I'm in space." Ezri shouted. Then TIE fighters fired. "And I'm about to die!" Before she could react, Ezri heard someone coming. It was that bounty hunter girl from earlier, telling her superiors that she was going to buy her time to jump to lightspeed. She got into the other room, to find Ezri sitting in gunman's chair. She walked into control room that had the operating gun that Hera needed.

"Hey kid, mind getting out of that seat!"

"Ezri looked up and saw the girl from earlier. Ezri backed away, not wanting that girl to touch her.

"Stay away from me!" Ezri shouted, glaring at the girl in armor. Ezri loaded her energy blasts and about to point it at the older girl. The girl in armor took off her helmet to reveal herself: Ezri saw the girl was about two years older than Ezri. She was sixteen years old, with short dark blue hair and orange bangs.

"Oh relax, I'm not going to hurt you kid," Sabine shouted as she sat down. "Oh, and strap up kid, before you get yourself killed."

Ezri rolled her eyes.

"My name is Ezri!" Ezri shouted. "Not kid!" Ezri sat in the chair behind Sabine like she was told. "And who are you supposed to be?"

"Sabine," the older girl shouted as she fired and gestured to Zeb. "And that's Zeb."

Ezri didn't dare look at the Lasat giving the girl a glare.

"You're more trouble than you're worth, kid!" Zeb snapped at her. Ezri closed her eyes as the TIE fighters fired at the Ghost. They were fast, but Sabine was faster. Ezri watched as the Ghost entered hyperspace, and they were far away from Lothal.

"NO!" Ezri shouted. She snapped out. "You're kidnapping me!"

Sabine looked at the teenager. "We are not...

"YOU CAN'T KEEP ME HERE!"

"Alright that's it," Zeb snapped, annoyed by Ezri's screaming as he grabbed Ezri's arm and took her to the cockpit as she kicked and screamed.

"Let go!" Ezri hissed. She hated being manhandled by people, especially those who were rude to her. "You can't keep me here!" Actually, she was slightly worried that Zeb was going to lock her into a secure place, but instead, Zeb dragged her into the cockpit. She quickly pulled her arm out of Zeb's grasp. "Take me back to Lothal!"

"Calm down," Hera told the teenager. "That's exactly what we're doing."

"Wait," Ezri said. "Right now? With Imperials chasing us?"

"We lost the TIEs when we jumped," Hera explained looking slightly at the girl, "and the Ghost can scramble its signature so they won't recognize us when we return."

"Whoa," Ezri said out loud. "That's really cool." After a moment of silence, she thought of her question. "Do you think you can drop me off back at Capital City?"

"Not until our job is done," Sabine told the younger girl.

As soon as the ship landed on Lothal, Ezri couldn't help but realize that she had never been in this part of her home. She saw Kanan and Hera walking in one direction and Zeb and Sabine the other.

"Hey, where are they going?" Ezri asked Zeb.

"If I told you, I'd have to kill you," Zeb muttered to her in an attempt to joke with her and joy at seeing the girl's eyebrows lift.

"He's joking," Sabine calmed the younger girl. "Grab a crate, pull your weight."

Ezri did as she was told, just glad these things were easy to carry. It was already early morning on this side of Lothal. She had never seen anything like it. Ezri felt that this part of Lothal was ...sad for some reason.

"Lived on Lothal my whole life," Ezri said. "Never been here."

"The Imperials don't advertise it," Sabine informed her.

"Locals call it Tarkintown."

"Named for Grand Moff Tarkin, Governor of the Outer Rim. He kicked these folks off their farms when the Empire wanted their land.

"Anybody tried to fight back got arrested for treason," added Zeb. Ezri looked around and saw what they were talking about: poor, hungry people slumping up against their other homes. She felt a tear tickling in her eye but she quickly shook it off. Perhaps she was fighting the wrong battle: her own.

Hera and Kanan were busy with business themselves. They were meeting their part-time employer and also, their contact and sometimes worst enemy. Now, they did not like selling guns to Vizago because of his connections on the black market. He was a space pirate after all and part of the Brothers of the Broken Horn. The scum was looking at his guns with a smirk.

"Any problems procuring these lovely ladies?" he asked.

Kanan didn't want to dwell on that teenager, the one Hera supposedly thought was Force-sensitive. Instead he turned his attention to Vizago. A girl was something they didn't worry about.

"Nothing we couldn't handle, Vizago," said Kanan. "Your intel was accurate. This time. We got the goods and took a bite out of the Empire. That's all that matters.

"Business is all that matters," Vizago corrected with the credits in his hand. "But I love that you don't know that." He handed Kannan at least two of the disks but stopped. Kanan glared and graced his fingers, wanting more.

"Keep going," Kanan insisted.

"I could," said Vizago, "or I could stop and trade the rest of the bounty for another bit of intel you've been begging after."

"The Wookiees?" Hera asked. Vizago nodded.

"The Wookiees," he said with a sly smile.