Imperial Academy: A Star Wars Rebels Story;

Prologue

Characters: Sabine Wren, Ezra Bridger, Kannan Jarrus, Hera Syndulla, C1-10P (Chopper), Garazeb 'Zeb' Orrellios, Agent Alexander Kallus, The Inquisitor, Gar Saxon

Ships: Sabezra, Hints of Kanera, for now

Description:

Sabine Wren is the top cadet in the Imperial Academy on Mandalore, as such she is the one selected to tutor its newest pupil, Ezra Bridger. Ezra is a revel spy, working for Phoenix Squadron his objective was simple, find The Duchess and eliminate it. So what happens when the pair become entangled in the web of Rebel plots and Imperial machinations?

Disclaimer:

I do not own Star Wars. I am but a humble fan, may Disney, who may soon be the entertainment overlords please spare me their wrath and lawsuits, I wouldn't have much to give them anyway.

Imperial Academy, outside Sundari, Mandalore

Saxon smirked, the new kid was scrawny, short by a mile with long blue hair that was tusselled and appeared more like a recently woken teenager than an Imperial Cadet, white uniform and helmet aside. His blue eyes were locked straight ahead, but his back was bent forwards ever so much standing before Saxon's desk. His tan skin was a stark contrast to his own pale white. The datapad was scrolling through a list of recommendations from the Lothal sector command… was that Agent Kallus' name? Saxon halted the pad's scrolling and began reversing, his eyes locking with the words written before him by none other than the premiere Rebel hunter Agent Kallus of the ISB; Ezra Bridger is the heir to the Bridger name, one which was used to broadcast against Imperial Reign, he has survived with minimal assistance on the streets of Lothal since his parents were arrested for treason. I caught him when he tried to pocket my extra credits. His skill with a blaster and survival abilities are better than any Imperial soldier I've ever seen and he's taken well to the Academy's rhetoric. I hereby recommend a transfer of Cadet Bridger to the Imperial Academy outside Sundari on Mandalore for special weapons training and advanced tactics." Saxon's silver eyes rose from the datapad to Bridger, still standing at a close but failed attention.

"Tell me something about yourself Cadet Bridger?" Saxon' brow quirked upwards, the datapad clattering on the desk and his chair groaning as he began rubbing his chin with his forefinger and thumb. "It says that you were top of your cadet class on Lothal, not surprising to me not from a dirtball like that, what is interesting is the recommendations you've received, care to explain?" Bridger's back straightened and his neck locked up a bit.

"Sir. I won every physical competition thrown at me by The Pit, and Lothal's fine Officers. I-" Saxon's hand cut across his throat and Bridger's words halted.

"I don't want the Imperial doctrine Boy. Tell me why, exactly why, you were sent here, or I'll put you on a shuttle right back to that backwater you call a home." Saxon was resting his head on his hands, his body at the edge of his seat and his steely eyes locked with Bridger's. Bridger's hands fidgeted slightly, fingers fluttering around.

"Sir… I was selected to come here because I am the best where I come from, not by luck, not by the margin, but by a landslide. Agent Kallus was more than pleased with the resolve I put into my work, both academic and physical. I started at a disadvantage having not finished standard schooling and I made up for by working twice as hard as any cadet in my class." Bridger's lips were pulled into a line and his blue eyes were focused on a point behind Saxon, his shoulders held a bit straighter as he finished however.

"So you think reading a couple books and getting out of a hole in the ground makes you worthy of being in my Academy?"

"No Sir. The fact that I did it without breaking a sweat makes me think so," Bridger's facade broke slightly as a small smirk graced his face. There it is, the reason why he's here, he's cocky and he has a right to be.

"Alright Cadet Bridger. You have fallen behind in math and science due to your… unfortunate circumstances. As such I'm assigning one of my top students to tutor and assist you in those classes. The same Cadet will also be your liaison to Mandalorian customs and The Imperial Academy here at Sundari. Do not disappoint me Cadet Bridger, you come highly recommended and I expect you to go above and beyond those beliefs." Saxon waves his hand and snatches the datapad back before spinning his chair around to the window, the tan sands reflecting light off and onto the white hulls of the Star Destroyers pulling in towards the domed city. "You're dismissed Cadet Bridger, Captain Hark will show you to your dormitory."

"Sir, yes Sir." Bridger stepped out and was greeted by the odd and pearly white armor of an Imperial Super Commando. The doors hissed and the light from the hallway was cut off. A blinking light flickers on the wrist comm set into Saxon's forearm plate.

"Yes."

"Cadet Wren is ready to see you Sir, as requested."

"Good, send her in."

Dormitory 5, Imperial Academy

The halls are made of the bland grey like every other Imperial facility, the trapezoidal looking astromech beeps as it passes Hark and Ezra, hurriedly screeching out of the way to avoid full on hitting the young kid.

"Watch where you're going Rustbucket!" Ezra shouts. His voice dies out though when he catches Hark starring.

"And you would be best served keeping your voice down." Hark motions to a door on the left. "Your Dormitory, you only have access to your dormitory and no others. I personally handle all discipline so trust me when I say 'keep your hands to yourself.'' Don't get too comfy Bridger, I doubt you'll be able to handle what we throw at you."

The Supercommando spins on his heel, Ezra left in front of the door with the code cylinder he'd been given upon arriving. The door hissed and a number of helmeted cadets, most much taller than Ezra shoved him aside. They filed off into smaller groups each heading down different hallways. Ezra picked up the small bag he had gathered and slipped into the empty room.

"So you're the new kid stealing away my best friend." Ezra spun quickly, his hand darting for a weapon no longer holstered on his belt, but instead aimed squarely at his chest. With dark skin and magenta eyes that keep Ezra focused on her and not the blaster she steps from the shadows. "I gotta say, not all that impressed. You're short, your hair isn't cut for this kinda gig, and look like you've been half starved. You'll be lucky to make it through tomorrow, let alone a week."

The blaster clatters to the floor and the buzzcut dark haired teenager struts down the hall following the group to the left. Ezra's chest shudders and his heartbeat begins to recede from his ears, a hand clutching tightly at his tunic. Letting his eyes close Ezra lets his focus wander, trying to let the energy wash over him and take away the images flooding his mind. It's alright kid, I'm right here with you, well kinda with you. Ezra coughs a bit, slamming at his chest than snatches the blaster from the floor and holsters it back on his belt, eyes locked with shut doors and the dimly lit room.

Stepping down the walkway in the center every single one of the beds was made, so neat and orderly, all belongings tucked into desk drawers and footlockers that Ezra's eyes can't even discern which of the bunks is taken or free.

Viceroy Saxon's Office, Sundari Mandalore

Sabine steps into the office, its darkened interior lit only by the glow of Saxon's tablet. Sabine had her brown hair cut short, a bob that hung near her jawline. Her amber eyes were hard, locked with the man slouching in the chair behind the desk. Her white armour seemed to glow in the shadows of the room, the strength of Imperial power lighting the way, some might say. Her helmet was reminiscent of Hark's and tucked under her arm, its black visor gazing at the Viceroy with an empty stare.

"Cadet Wren reporting sir." Her words were sharp and her shoulders rigid, arms hidden behind her back. Saxon raised his eyes from the glow of the pad to consider the teenager. Her expression was schooled and forced, he could tell from slight furrow of her eyebrows. Her armour was neatly polished and a blaster was in its holster.

"I apologise about pulling you from your shooting class Cadet Wren, but there is something I need you to do for me." He set the datapad aside and leaned in, elbows braced against the table. The cadet quirked an eyebrow, her hardened gaze softening, but no words forced themselves from her lips. "We have a new cadet, Ezra Bridger. He's a transfer from Lothal. I want you to tutor and assist him. To do so you will be pulled from The Duchess project until further notice."

"Sir!" Sabine's stance broke, a halting step forward and her hands coming from behind her back as her lips twisted into a snarl and her eyes burned with fury. Her tan skin pulled tight across the tensing muscles of her face.

"Steady Cadet Wren." It was like a hammer, instantly Sabine pulled back into her original stance, but the energy was still there, and her arms and legs twitched to move. "There are few non-Mandalorians who could ever be worthy of this academy. Ezra Bridger has outshone them all. As far as I am concerned that means only one thing. He is a force sensitive… a jetiise. Lothal wouldn't be able to weed him out as well as we can. I don't want some foul Force user mucking up my academy and my planet. Sniff him out and we'll send him to the Inquisitors. This is an important task Wren, do not fail me."

"Understood Viceroy Saxon." Her voice was cold, her expression dark, her eyes dead. Jetii were almost as bad as traitorous Mandalorians, such a person couldn't be allowed to interfere in Mandalorian affairs… not again.

"You are dismissed, you'll find him in Dormitory 5, please give our new student a warm welcome." Sabine slipped out of the room, and Saxon caught how her hands tightened into fists as she stiffly turned away.

The Ghost, 25 kilometers out from Sundari

Chopper beeps angrily and wobbles from side to side, the clanging of metal announcing his presence as he starts rolling through the ship's darkened interior. There were a couple of plates left out on the table, some datapads and blaster munitions on the seats. A crate or two of explosives half open and unattended sitting at the far bulkhead.

"Hera! If that droid makes another noise!" Rings a voice from a door on the port side.

"Garazeb Orrellios! You will not touch that droid or so help me I will blast you out the airlock myself!" The muffled grunts and sounds of lightly padded feet reverberate through the hull back to Chopper as he slows to a stop before the door. It's hiss causes his head to twirl and he releases a sweet trill at the lime green Twi'lek clad in a loose shirt and shorts, her lekku swinging behind her. "Chopper, did he pass on the signal?"

A low beep followed and Chopper pulled a disk from his port storage compartment with one of his manipulators. Hera gently slips the disk from the droid's claw-like appendage, her warm hand patting his head.

"Good job. Now go recharge, we have to wait for his signal, you gave him the scrambler right?" A, possibly, affirmative set of beeps filled the space between droid and master as Chopper quickly sped down the hall, a small chuckle seeming to escape his chassis right as he turned the corner. "Chopper! You better have done your part or I'll blast you out the airlock with Zeb!"

The pounding feet behind him made Chopper whirl back to see Hera closing distance with him. The chuckle died and Chopper shot for the nearest door, maybe playing that prank right now was a bad idea.

A/N:

Hey I know new story, not an update to any of my old and currently on going ones. I'm still working on them, school has sucked recently and I'm trying to finish up. As for the lack of content, between school and work and what little of a social life I still have I just haven't felt in the mood to write until recently, and I absolutely refuse to write anything I don't think is with my full attention and effort because I write this stuff for you people to read. This story was requested by Anonymous Noob the 2nd so a shout out to them for letting me write this idea, let's see where this goes everybody!

Life is hard, that's just how it is sometimes. I hit a huge Writer's Block during the past couple of months and only barely managed to keep writing for the Campaign I'm DMing but couldn't get anything out for Fnet or even my own personal writing. As such I hope that this will end shortly what with my brain saying its time to write again. That said I don't yet know how this will affect my longer stories, I'm reviewing a number of my fictions to remember where I left off etc. so that I can start to get going on them again. That said if anyone has any suggestions please shoot them off to me, Suggestions/Requests are always fun to work on. I have the first chapter/prologue of one complete and I'll be posting it with this Author's Note. So for that person thank you so much for your patience it has been a long road to get even that much done with my brain's insistence I don't need to write. I'm going to try avoiding adding more longer works to my gallery and focusing in on shorter stories and one-shots as I have enough big stories to work on. Thank you all for your Patience and see you next time!

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