Hey it's me starting another story before I've finished some of my other ones. Aren't I just terrible. Kill me now. I'll even give you the guillotine. Review if you like it please don't leave me hate or grumpy or I need to judge everything I see because it's so much lamer than me. It's just annoying and well I'll shut up and so should you unless you have something nice to say.

Peanut butter was a commodity, a priceless delicacy, on Lothal. Ezra knew this and was therefore determined to get his hands on it. For an eight year old with barely a years worth of street experience that was a lofty goal. Considering the fact that it was in the the Imperial transport of rations for the more important leaders on Lothal it was going to be very difficult. The transport would be guarded by soldiers, all carrying blasters. Ezra shuddered. He hated the bucketheads, every single one of them. However peanut butter was worth it, it had been an annual gift from his parents. Every Christmas Ephraim Bridger brought home a small container of the delicious and delectable food and the family would gather to share it. It had always marked the warmth of his home and the love of his parents.

Ezra had lived a whole year without any of those things and his starved belly and his starved heart were determined on acquiring the only one he could get.

A loud grumble sounded out from the boy's belly as he sat in the abandoned house. Patting his tummy Ezra peeked out the window, eyes appraising the fleeing sun. He still had a good 45 minutes before it would be dark enough to venture out. Turning around he looked around the house. It wasn't his own, the Empire still guarded his, savoring one of the oppressions they'd succeeded in; the Bridgers had proved an excellent opportunity to flaunt the power and cruelty of the Empire.

Huddling under a moth eaten blanket Ezra tried to get warm. Lothal was cold. Especially cold for those abandoned by the world.

Feeling similarly cold Kanan Jarrus stood outside the quiet and closed market area of Lothal's main city. Where was Hera? He'd just met the strange Twi'lek pilot a few months ago yet they both worked well together, well relatively. She'd claimed that she'd found someone important in their new quest of undermining the Empire. More help or not Kanan was still freezing. He stamped his feet in the futile effort to warm up. If Hera didn't get back soon he was going to leave. Luckily his wish was granted and Hera came forward a large and hairy and-wait was he purple? Kanan peered up at the bulky person. Was that a Lasat? Cold green eyes met his.

"Find something interesting?" the supposedly extinct species snapped.

It was a challenge and Kanan, who had had his share of street fights, bristled. He glared back with equal intensity. A low growl emanated from the towering lasat and Kanan took an aggressive step forward.

"Calm down boys, we're all friends here."

Hera's voice pulled then from immediate action but both stayed tense.

"I don't think I'd call someone I just met my friend"

Hera turned a disapproving eye on Kanan.

"Speak for yourself muskrat"

Kanan's temper flared.

"Just who are-"

"We're all here for the same reason Kanan. It'd be nice if we could all remember that."

A moment of tension passed but Kanan took a step back.

"Now that we're all nice can we please talk about why we're all here."

Hera's sharp eye went between the two daring either of them to argue. The lasat stepped forward

"There's a shipment of rations, an unusually large one, coming in tonight. It's guard has been reduced due to the outbreak of sickness in the ranks of the soldiers. I know that you are working on trying to help-"

The lasat faltered his eyes falling to the ground

"You're trying to help those who've lost their lives to the Empire."

Looking back up the intense green eyes displayed a fierce anger.

"I want to help too."

Hera nodded her head.

"We need all the help we can get, thank you Garrizeb Orrelios."

Garrizeb gave a small smile.

"It's just Zeb."

Hera smiled warmly

"Thank you Zeb"

Meanwhile...

Little Ezra put his head out the door sweeping it back and forth to search for anyone on the streets. Ezra grinned, the streets were empty. Thank goodness for the fear the public had for the Empire and the unfortunate sweep of the seasonal flu through the majority of the ranks of the Galactic Empire's finest. Ezra chuckled, the bucketheads were far from being very fine soldiers. The small chuckle however broke into a cough which shook the boys frame. He needed to get his peanut butter. Sneaking through the streets Ezra was hyper aware of his surroundings and his wide eyes roamed every dark crevice expecting some evil Imperials to jump out. A little while later Ezra saw the ration containers, in front of them was two bucketheads. Heaving a sigh Ezra pouted. Why did everything have to be so difficult?

Crouching down Ezra thought about what he was going to do now. He'd expected some kind of a guard of course. But now seeing them there he was afraid. Memories of when his parents had been taken and his house violently ransacked flitted across his minds eye. Maybe the peanut butter wasn't worth it? The strong and kind faces of his parents came to his mind. A twitch of fear and his determination was set. The peanut butter was going to be saved from the Empire and nothing was going to stop him. Peering over the crates he'd hid behind Ezra steeled himself for going to get it. However someone beat him to the punch. A tall human male with a pony tail walked into the alleyway informally addressing the soldiers. Seeing a golden opportunity Ezra snuck forward inner triumph coming out as the imperials began to walk off with the man, the man talking quite animatedly of some kind of disturbance of the peace. Ezra climbed into the back of the transport vehicle the door swinging shut behind him. Immediately Ezra began to open some of the boxes. All sorts of food were in them and Ezra's mouth began to water.

Suddenly a rumble from the scared away Ezra's hunger pangs. The small transport vehicle began to move and Ezra fell to the ground. Fear bubbling up Ezra scrambled to hide behind the crates hoping that the troopers hadn't come back. He didn't know what to do.