This is the part where I juggle two stories. One reaaally long fanfiction and this one: which should feel episode length... maybe a two parter episode length.

This is based on an idea I came up with that I could see happening maybe possibly in the future and I just cannot cram this into my other fanfic without it feeling cluttered. I might have elements of this plot in there but I don't think I'll go all out like I am here.

I'm writing this as if season one is over. I don't know how season one will end but hopefully it doesn't end with any of the crew dying. Which means there are hints of Call to Action spoilers in here [sorry]

Note: I do not own Star Wars or any of its characters. Within this story there will be original characters, but everything else is owned by Lucasfilm and Disney.

The raven-haired teen had refused to look up or respond to any of the questioning he endured.

Ezra Bridger was handcuffed and placed inside an isolated cell. Well, isolated was not the correct word. There were stormtroopers guarding, two on the outside of the cell and two inside. No one was questioning him anymore though, those who had were told to be off and find the rest of the Ghost crew. The main objective was to capture all of the rebels, and they managed to only snare one of them. It was even more of an embarrassment really; they had managed to get their leader in their grasp before, and lost him from other means. But here they could only manage to get the youngest.

What they didn't know what that Ezra knew even before it happened that he was going to be captured. But it wasn't part of a grand plan this time, he just knew because he had a vision about it. He'd seen Kanan give himself up to save them before, it was Kanan who had taught him this overall lesson: everyone had to make sacrifices. In order for Sabine and Zeb to get out of there this time, Ezra had to make his own. He was ready for whatever was to come.

The teen heard the door open, and the presence was a familiar and dark presence. He figured they would have called him up as soon as Ezra was captured. The teen didn't have to look up to know it was the Inquisitor in front of him.

Ezra shifted uncomfortably then quickly looked up at the Pau'an. He had made eye contact with the yellow, evil eyes for only a moment but it felt like much longer. The padawan looked to the floor and spoke, "I'm not telling any of you bucketheads squat."

The Inquisitor glanced down at the boy and walked just a little closer; "I don't recall asking you for any information regarding your master and your friends. They will be dealt with in due time. I am here about you, padawan."

"Look I'm not joining you or betraying my master… or my family for that matter. So you're gonna have to kill me."

There was silence before it was punctuated with a chilling laugh from the Inquisitor, which made Ezra look up with fear in his eyes. He tried to hide it soon afterwards; he just hadn't expected the Inquisitor to laugh the way he had. He'd done the evil chuckle before but not a full-blown laugh like the Pau'an just released.

The Inquisitor's eye contact with Ezra was regained in an instant as he replied, "My boy, I am afraid you are mistaken on all accounts. I am not going to kill you. You will fall to the dark side. And inevitably, you will betray your… family."

"You can't make that happen."

Ezra watched the Inquisitor head towards the door, he stopped right in front of it and turned around back to the padawan, "I am relocating you a facility on…" The Inquisitor paused for a moment pondering something before continuing, "Actually being the tricky one you are, I will not tell you the system we are taking you to. However, I am bringing you to an academy. A special academy filled with force sensitive individuals such as yourself."

Ezra's eyes narrowed at the thought and replied, "I already told you I won't-"

"They have special methods there that handle children like you. Of course we have resistance… we expect it. It will not last much longer though." The Pau'an turned around and the door opened as he continued, "Soon your mind will change and you will understand the power you can obtain from the dark side of the force."

The teen quickly jumped up from his seat, the two stormtroopers quickly opened fire but Ezra dodged and stood between the two. He ducked just in time for the two to blast each other and then he tucked and rolled to try and get out of the cell.

The Inquisitor had allowed Ezra to at least attempt to get up to the door before he turned around, holding his hand out. The boy felt the air in his throat cut off and he found himself levitating. Since his hands were cuffed behind him, he couldn't reach for his throat and instead squirmed as if he could somehow get out of the Pau'an's invisible grasp.

After a few seconds Ezra began to slow down from lack of air, then he felt himself thrown back farther into the cell. The Inquisitor watched the dazed boy try to pick himself up again before he looked at the two stormtroopers and commented, "Pathetic, how did you pass your training regiment if you haven't the capacity to stop a handcuffed child from getting you two to blast one another." One of the stormtroopers stood up and replied, "Sir we-"

"I have no time for petty excuses I want you both out of this cell."

The Inquisitor brought his wrist comm up to his face and pressed a button, which beeped before he spoke, "I require two more stormtroopers to guard the prisoner in isolation block 4." He walked out of the cell and waited for the two stormtroopers to leave before the door shut.

After a long time of struggling, Ezra finally got himself up to his feet. He stared at the door for a moment's time before he just sat back down on the bench/bed that was within the cell. He really wanted to massage his throat, the pain was unbearable, but with the way his arms were behind him that wasn't an option.

The teen pondered the situation he was in, an academy filled with force-sensitives? That sounded both wonderful and terrifying at the same time. Wonderful because there were others like himself, but terrifying because it was under the control of the Empire. Ezra thought about the crew and hoped at the very least they would get the mission done and then find their way to get him. He knew they wouldn't give up on him.

It would just be hard for them to find him.

So to try and make things easier, Ezra crossed his legs and began to meditate as best as he could. He was still new at it, and he wasn't sure if it would actually work. He felt his mind clear and he did his best to reach out to his master.

He felt something familiar, and smiled when he reached it. But then everything went black as Ezra felt something knock him out cold.

The Inquisitor stood with the two new stormtroopers he had called; he looked at the boy he had just knocked out. He could sense the boy reaching out through the force to his master, and the last thing he needed was a response from the master. However, he knew he may have been too late and the boy may have obtained his goal. If that was the case his job had become much more difficult.

The Inquisitor turned to the two stormtroopers and spoke in almost a darkly casual tone, "Now. I do hope you two aren't as disappointing as the last guards."

"Sabine, Zeb, go!"

"Kid, you know Kanan won't let us leave you behind."

"If you focus on trying to get me out of this you'll get caught and then our mission was a failure. Please."

"Ezra-"

"Go!"