AN: This is an AU story of Star Wars Rebels. There are some major changes the biggest is in Ezra Bridger. Unlike the official cartoon, The Ezra in my story knows a lot more of the force. He's not Sith or Jedi trained, rather he's of a completely different Force Tradition all together known as Zeison Sha.

In this story, when you see conversation in brackets [like this], it will be between Sabine and Ezra conversing in Mando'a. It'll take to much research and work to write whole conversations over a few choice words or phrases in Mando'a.

Special thanks to Cinlat for Beta reading and helping in make somethings more smooth in the writing

The first 3 chapters will cover Spark of Rebellion

Chapter 1

Lothal

A young man of 15 with short blue hair and piercing eyes to match, leaned on the guardrail of his old abandoned tower home. Ezra Bridger is no ordinary boy. He is a prodigy, the son of two members of the Zeison Sha, both strong in the Force. Neither Jedi nor Sith, the Zeison Sha follow their own path, being masters of telekinesis well beyond the scope of the most talented Jedi Masters and wielding the unique discblade as their weapon of choice.

A large shadow passed over Ezra as he tinkered with the inner mechanisms of the four pronged ring nestled at the center of the discblade. Something was throwing the trajectory off when he practiced, causing the disc to miss one out of every three targets at a distance more than seventy-five meters. Ezra knew it wasn't his control of the Force, which meant it had to be something inside the weapon itself.

Looking up as the shadow from above grew longer, Ezra saw the Star Destroyer. Sensing trouble, the boy narrowed his eyes and hurried to his room to gather his worn backpack and hoverboard before racing into town.

Capital City

Two Imperial Officers and four Stormtroopers were surrounding a Droogan merchant. One of the officers pointed at him, "Your identification now!"

The alien put his hands out to his side in surrender. "I'm just trying to sell a few jogans here," he explained.

"All trade must be regulated by the Empire," the other Officer said in a haughty voice..

The alien lowered his head, a little of his meekness melting away. "I remember what it was like before your ships showed up. Before you Imperials ruined Lothal, like the rest of the Galaxy." His rebellious words starting to draw the attention of the small crowd already gathered in the market. A few moved closer, while others faded into the shadows to avoid the inevitable fallout.

With a triumphant smirk, the officer activated his comlink, keeping his eyes on the alien as he spoke. "This is LRC-01, I'm bringing in a citizen under the charge of treason."

"Copy that LRC-01, dispatch to cell block AA-33," came the garbled response.

The first officer picked up the barrel of jogans while two troopers grabbed the alien by his arms. "Take him away." Ordered the superior officer, clipping the comlink back on his belt.

"You can't do this." argued the alien, pulling still more people from the crowd.

The officer with the jogans grabbed one and bit into it. "Who's going to stop us? You? You?" He asked, pointing into the crowd. The people slowly began to melt away, not willing to be caught up in the show as well.

Silently, Ezra maneuvered himself closer to the officer."Hey there mister spare a jogan?" He asked, head down and hands up.

"Move along Lothrat," the gruff officer ordered Ezra.

"Sorry, sorry… not looking for trouble," Ezra said, spinning in a circle and swiping the officer's comlink off his belt before retreating out of sight.

"But it sure has a way of finding me..." he muttered to himself flipping the comlink in the air and catching it once he was out of sight of the Imperials.

Moments later, an alert came over the main Imperial frequency. "All Officers to the main square, this is a Code Red Emergency."

The superior officer looked at the alien with blatant disdain. "It's your lucky day Lothal scum. You four come with us." Disappointment was evident in the second officer's expression as he threw down the barrel and followed after his peers towards the square.

"Stay on alert, repeat this is a Code Red," Ezra called into his stolen comlink as he knelt down to aid the Droogan and collect his scattered merchandise.

"Thank you," the alien said, handing Ezra a jogan.

Ezra tipped his head in acknowledgment, arms full of jogans. "No, thank you," he responded, taking a step back from the vendor.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing?" The Droogan asked, his eye stalks quivering in disbelief.

"Hey a kid's gotta eat." Ezra flashed an innocent smile accompanied by a salute before running off. He scaled the scaffolding and bounded smoothly onto the roof, disappearing from sight.

The Droogan looked on, still in a state of confusion, as the boy effortlessly clambered up the building. "Who is that kid?" He questioned to no one in particular.

Ezra hunched down as he crept to the end of the roof. "Copy that, we have reached the location and are standing by,"a storm trooper reported over the comlink the boy had pilfered. Ezra dropped lower, peeking over the edge of the roof and stifling a giggle.

"What's the emergency?" An officer asked.

The man being addressed tilted his head to the side, "Emergency?"

"You called in a Code Red." Explained the first in a tone bordering on annoyance.

"I… I'm not sure what you mean. My orders are to get these crates to the Imperial Portal." The man in question stuttered, completely at a loss over the accusations.

Both men blinked at one another while Ezra enjoyed the show from above. Eventually, the first officer waved his hands in frustration. "Well, get them loaded then."

"Almost feel bad for them," Ezra laughed softly. "almost." Being a Zeison Sha afforded the boy with an understanding of the world around him that non-Force users simple couldn't grasp. Something tickled at the back of his mind, the Force was calling to him.

He then stood up and looked down an alley to see a man in a yellowish top with a pauldron strapped to his right shoulder, standing at the end of the alley alone. Ezra watched him suspiciously, ducking for cover when he sensed the stranger was about to turn around.

The man, Kanan Jarrus turned and looked in the area that Ezra was hidden with squinted eyes, then began walking in the boy's direction. He stopped just below Ezra and tapped his left leg twice. A Lasat resting in the doorway to his right opened his eyes and went down the alley the way Kanan had just come, just a few feet. Kanan stopped near what seemed to be a young woman wearing brightly colored, Mandalorian armor. He tapped his leg twice, and she followed suit.

"Interesting," Ezra commented, watching the interaction in the alleyway.

The Mando walked past a speeder, casually tossing a sticky grenade to it, before walking down the alley at a leisurely pace. An Imperial trooper turned and looked at her with confusion, but as he reached out about to say something, the speeder exploded.

Ezra covered himself with an arm and looked on in shock, as the scene beneath him erupted into chaos.

"Get those crates out of here," ordered one of the Officers. "Keep them secured at all costs." At that three troopers jumped on the speeders and took off.

"All costs, huh? I like the sound of that," Ezra said, spinning away from his lookout.

As the three troopers raced out of the alley, a land speeder piloted by Kanan, backed up, effectively blocking their path. "How's it going?" He asked before leaping out and kicking the first trooper. Kanan shot one of the remaining troopers, before ducking into cover to return fire with the last.

Ezra was watching from the roof, smiling when the Lasat came running at the three Stormtroopers who tried to engage. He grabbed the first trooper and, using him as a weapon, slammed him into another Stormtrooper. The process was repeated until the armored men were either unconscious or groaning at his feet. The Lasat then stood tall with a big smile dusting his hands.

Ezra, always the opportunist, leaped down to land on one of the speeders, earning a startled yelp from Kanan. "Thanks for doing the heavy lifting," the boy said with a smile and saluted before racing off with the speeder and its cargo.

The Lasat took a swing at Ezra as he made his escape, but the young Force user easily ducked the Lasat's punch while grinning and waving bye to Kanan and the Lasat, Zeb.

"Ugghh… Now what?" Zeb asked.

"After that kid!" Kanan ordered irritably, waving his arms in the direction of their lost bounty.

Ezra rounded a corner, dodging blaster fire from the three Stormtroopers behind him. Finally, the boy slammed the speeder in reverse, running the unsuspecting troopers over. Meanwhile, Kanan and Zeb were in pursuit with two more speeders.

The Mando was on a rooftop with her elctro-binoculars, watching Ezra race down the alley. Choosing her moment, she jumped, landing on the cargo and nearly sliding off the side. The girl just managed to get a hold, pulling herself up.

"Pretty gutsy move kid," she complimented with a hidden smile behind her helmet. Ezra spun around in his surprise. She pulled a blaster and pointed it at him. "If the big guy catches you, he'll end you," she said before shooting the grapple hook at one of the two cargo sleds Ezra was hauling. "Good luck," she called out, pointing her pistol upwards in salute. Ezra smiled in appreciation of the Mando girl as she detached her bounty as he sped away.

Sixteen year old Sabine Wren glided to a stop down a side alley as Zeb and Kanan raced passed after Ezra. As the boy rounded another corner, his smug smile turned to that of surprise and dread at the sight of a squad of Stormtroopers ahead, aiming their E-11 Blaster rifles down the alley.

Ezra increased his speed, while Kanan grabbed his blaster pistol, taking out his marks effortlessly. Ezra looked over his shoulder, frustrated by his inability to lose his pursuers in the maze of alleyways. "Who are these guys?" He asked.

Turning back to the road, Ezra was faced by the imminent arrival of a heavily occupied street and wall. He gasped jerking the steering column to the left, as effortlessly as a professional racer rounding a track wall.

Kanan balked, casting a sidelong glance at Zeb.. "Who is that kid?" There was no time for an answer as two biker troopers came behind Kanan and Zeb. They opened fire immediately, with Kanan firing his pistol behind him at the Imperials.

One of the Imperial blasts hit the grav sleds, throwing the cargo off balance, and making Ezra lose control. There was just enough time to mutter a curse before his speeder hit the median, causing him to rocket upwards. Ezra quickly recovered, coming back down, but in the oncoming traffic lane.

Meanwhile, Zeb pulled out his energy staff, slamming into reverse to take out one of the speeders behind them.

Kanan, on the other hand, took a different approach. Coming beside the other trooper, he put his hands out in surrender. "Alright, you caught me. I give up," he said with a sly grin.

"What the-" the last trooper began, tipping his helmet to one side in confusion.

"Just kidding," Kanan laughed, as he tossed a grenade into the hands of the trooper. The speeder blew up just as Zeb zipped safely past, freeing the duo up to chase after Ezra again.

Kanan caught up to to the boy, albeit, in opposite lanes and separated by the median. Seeing this, Ezra leaned forward as he spurred his speeder faster. Kanan's heavier cargo load meant he was no match for Ezra's speed.

Kanan had a plan, and motioned to the Lasat to drop back. Zeb rolled his eyes and gave a thumbs up. So, Kanan released the grav sleds, leaving Zeb to pick up the extra cargo, and sped after Ezra.

"If Kanan catches that kid, I'm going to end him," Zeb growled, raising his fist as he watched the two race off.

Now that he was lighter, Kanan was speeding faster, able to jump the median in front of Ezra. When he landed, he sent sparks flying in the boy's face, causing him to slow as he tried to fan them away with one hand. Kanan spun the speeder sideways, trying to block Ezra's path.

Ezra seeing this had no choice but to turn into a power slide, stopping inches from hitting the stranger.

Ezra slammed his fists down on the speeder and turned to face Kanan. "Who are you?" He demanded.

Kanan put a thumb to his chest, "I'm the guy who was stealing that crate."

"Hey look, I stole this stuff," Ezra argued, pointing behind him at the boxes he was so clueless about. "Whatever this stuff is; fair and square." The boy crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes at Kanan, satisfied by his own wit.

"And you made it pretty far, but I have plans for that crate. So, today's not your day," Kanan retorted.

Ezra looked up and grinned when he saw an incoming Tie Fighter. "The day's not over." He grinned, using Kanan's distraction to his benefit as he took off again.

Kanan rolled his eyes. "Oh wonderful."Today really wasn't his day. Abandoning the speeder, Kanan took off on foot when the Tie opened fire. He dove, narrowly avoiding being blown up with the speeder. He snarled as he got to his feet, watching Ezra take off, waving. "Have a good one." Ezra called back. Kanan just smirked and shook his head.

The man grabbed his comlink. "This is Spectre 1, I need a lift."

Almost scot-free, Ezra saw the Tie behind him. "Whatever's in these crates must be worth it," he said as he began evading fire from the Tie. "Better be worth it," he continued after evading the first volley from the Tie.

However, Ezra wasn't so lucky on the second volley, which hit the back of the speeder, causing him to fly over the handles. Ezra did a tuck and roll, coming to his feet and looking over at his burning speeder. The Tie was coming around to make another pass at him. Ezra covered his face with his arms as several red blasts from behind him blew up the Tie. When he looked behind him, he saw a modified freighter hovering with its ramp lowered and Kanan standing on it.

"You want a ride?" Kanan asked with a smile.

Ezra was considering it, until he saw four more Ties headed right for them. "Kid, you got a better option?" Kanan asked, waving his hand to hurry Ezra on.

The boy ran for the crate, activating it's grav sled. "Leave the crate, you'll never make it," Kanan cried out.

That's what you think old man, Ezra thought to himself as he ran with the crate towards the freighter, leaping up to land with the crate on the ramp. His foot slipped, leaving Ezra to dangle below.

"Whoa," Kanan gasped, frozen in shock.

Ezra pulled himself up, finally spurring Kanan into action. The man helped drag the crate inside and smashed his palm against the button to raise the ramp. The ship then began to ascend towards the stars with the Ties in pursuit.

When Ezra got to his feet, he saw the Lasat and the Mando girl standing with their arms crossed. Zeb then opened the crate, and Ezra's eyes went wide as he saw the contents. E-11 Rifles.

Ezra ran to the crate, picking one up. "Whoa, do you have any idea how much these are worth on the black market?"

"I do actually," Kanan replied

Zeb leaned over the crate and growled. "Don't get any ideas."

"They're mine," Ezra retorted to the big Lasat, doing his best to match Zeb's superior size.

Zeb snatched the weapon from Ezra and tossed it up and down in his hand. "Only because you got in our way."

Ezra wasn't going to be intimidated by a yot brained fool, he surged forward, putting himself in Zeb's face. "To bad, I got to them first."

At that, Kanan got in between the two to separate them. "It's not who's first, it's who's last," Kanan said calmly.

Ezra looked to the floor with a snarl and Kanan slapped Zeb on the shoulder. "Keep an eye on our friend here." With one more glance at their visitor, the man climbed up the ladder to exit the cargo hold, vanishing into the cockpit.

The pilot, a lovely green skinned Twi'lek named Hera tilted her head back. "You said this was a routine Op. What happened down there?" She asked.

Their Astromech Chopper, made all sorts of sounds aimed at Kanan who just threw his arms up in the air. "Oh Chopper please, it's been a difficult morning." Kanan said exasperated.

"He's got a point love, we have four Tie Fighters closing in." Hera stated.

Kanan leaned in to Hera. "Hera, how about a little less attitude and more altitude." Kanan said with frustration plainly heard in his voice.

Kanan went flying into a seat as the ship made a sharp turn. "If I didn't know better, I'd say you did that on purpose." Kanan commented of which Hera just shrugged and smirked.

"If you knew better, we wouldn't be in this situation." Hera said pointing at him. "Seriously Kanan, what happened?" She asked.

Kanan turned his head to the cargo hold view screen showing a boy sitting on a crate, Sabine to his front and right, and Zeb to his left who looked like he was about to rip his limbs off like an angry Wookie.

"Look, I was just doing the same thing you were." Ezra tried explaining to The Mando and Lasat. "Stealing to survive."

"You have no idea what we were doing, you don't know us." Zeb growled at him.

"And I don't want too." Ezra said hopping off the crate. "I just want off this burner."

Zeb got into Ezra's face. "Please, nothing would please me more then to be tossing you out… while in flight." Zeb said in a low and menacing voice.

Hera turned back and smiled in disbelief. "A kid tripped you up? Must be some kid. Spill it." She asked in disbelief.

"Aren't you a little busy at the moment?" Kanan asked not wanting to answer.

Hera curled her lips as she looked at Kanan with a sideways glance. "Spill."

A blast from one of the Tie's hit the Ghost, but it's shields prevented any damage, but knocked Ezra on his stomach, and Zeb right on top of him.

Ezra gasped and pounded the ground with his fist. "Get off… can't breathe..." He wheezed.

Zeb turned and looked at him. "Not that heavy in this gravity." He said before getting off.

"Not the weight..." Ezra said pushing himself to his knees. "The smell..." He said waving an arm in front of him.

Sabine chuckled softly at Ezra's comment, liking the boy even more.

Zeb contorted his face. "You don't like the air quality in here, eh? Fine, I'll give you your own room!" He growled grabbing Ezra by his leg.

"Hey, stop." Ezra cried out in surprise. "Let go."

Zeb threw him into the hold's supply closet, then turned to leave with a scowl on his face.

"The kid sounds impressive." Hera commented.

"You're not thinking what I think you're thinking?" Kanan asked praying she's not.

Hera just had a grin on her face. "He held onto a crate of blasters with a pack of Troopers on his tail." She said as she was flipping some of the overhead switches.

"Because I was there to save him." Kanan contested.

"He's a street rat, wild, and reckless, and dangerous, and..." He started ranting then looked over his shoulder to the monitor. "Gone?"

"Zeb, Sabine… where's the kid?" Kanan asked over the inter-ship com.

"Calm down chief, he's in.." Zeb started to say as he opened the storage locker to find it empty. Seeing it empty, Zeb scratched his head. "Here." He said quietly.

Sabine walked over with her hands on her hips and shook her head. She then looked up and saw the duct grate was open. "Zeb, where is he?" Kanan asked again over the com.

"Well, he is still in the ship..." Zeb replied. Ezra just smiled as he made his way through the duct work. The Zeison Sha are among other things, survivalists, and as Ezra has been on his own for over a year after the Empire took his parents captive, he's developed certain… skills.

Sabine could hear his movements in the ducts and turned to look towards the bridge. "Oh, he's in the ship alright..." She said making sure to emphasize the word in.

"Very… creative. Sounds like someone I used to know." Hera said making a verbal jab pointed at Kanan.

Kanan just sighed heavily.

With another hit, Ezra fell through the duct and into the gunner chamber. He reached up and pulled himself into the chair and looked down shaking his head. "I'm… I'm in SPACE..." He exclaimed with wide eyes as two Ties came around firing on the ship. He leaned back hard with fear on his face. Ezra steeled himself and looked down powering up the cannons.

Once they were powered, he took a deep breath and let it slowly. "I can do this..." He said softly to himself. Watching the Ties carefully to watch their patterns.

"Shields are holding for now, but you have got to buy me some time to calculate the jump to light speed." Hera called out.

Kanan who made his way to one set of cannons. "Making time now..." He said as he opened fire.

"Whoa..." Ezra exclaimed seeing the shots take down one of the Ties. Ezra watched his targeting screen firing off several cannon volleys destroying the last two Ties. Ezra leaned back and smiled with a sense of satifaction.

"Nice shooting Sabine." Kanan called over the comm.

"Thanks, but it wasn't me… it was the kid." She replied causing Ezra's eyes to go wide as he realized she was standing right behind him. Ezra slowly swiveled to see behind him to see the brightly colored Mandalorian behind him. She was in the process of removing her helmet.

After removing her helmet, Sabine shook her indigo and orange hair and looked at him with a slight smile. "Nice shooting kid."

Ezra looked at her and smiled. Recalling his Mando'a he learned earlier, he looked at her with a smirk. "Vor entye, mesh'la." (thank you, beautiful) He replied.

Sabine's eyes went wide hearing him speak her native Mando'a then blushed slightly as the initial shock wore off and realized that he called her beautiful.

She shook her head and motioned for him. "Come on mir'sheb." (smartass) Sabine said with a chuckle.

Ezra sighed and got up grabbing his backpack. Sabine put her hand on his shoulder. "Entering hyperspace." Hera called out.

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