Chapter 1

Six years. It took the Empire six years to finally catch the blue haired street rat who's stolen from just about every cart in the capital city market place over the years. He was finally caught, with brute force, and charged with multiple counts of grand larceny, resisting arrest, and disturbing the peace. He was sentenced to death.

Due to the law, they can not execute a child of such a young age, and can not be put to death until he reaches the age of fifteen, and was sentenced to serve two years in the local Lothalien capital city penitentiary, city prison to the locals, until he is to be put to death. And that is where 'Dev Morgan' has spent the last four months of his life. And he thought surviving on the streets was hard.

Meanwhile in Tarkin Town,

The local band of rebels that have been smuggling food and other supplies to the former farmers, disloyal to the Empire for refusing to sell their land. Two local storm troopers scouting the town discovered the rebels and recognized their faces from their few wanted posters. The rebels were able to escape the troopers, but not before unsuspectedly being planted by a tracking device.

Which, I guess brings us to now.

Hera grasped the steering wheel rapidly pulling up as the ship just avoided hitting the dry ground of Lothal, along with its pedestrians.

"Hera!" Yelled Kanan through the com from where he sat manning the guns, shooting down the many, many TIE fighters. "Get us into hyperspace already! We can't keep putting pedestrians in danger!"

"No to mention these things just keep coming!" Said Sabine, shooting down another TIE. "It's like they know where we're going!"

"Uh, slight problem. We need a quick decision made, now!" Said Hera, tuning the ship rapidly as six more TIE fighters appeared, seemingly out of no where.

"Then make it!" Urged Zeb.

"A group decision, Zeb!" Hera said, irritably.

Kanan sighed. They were gaining, fast. I think he just realized that this might just be it. "What is it Hera?" He asked, the rest of the crew listening in.

"Okay, in order to get the hyperspace coordinate I need to go twenty paces dead ahead." She explained.

"So? We can make it." Said Sabine.

"It's not that simple. In order to make the jump, we'd be flying right over a school, and we've got about twenty TIEs on our backs, all of which are fiering. The school could easily get hit. Or worse. Kids."

There was dead silence over the com for a second before Kanan finally spoke up, as time was of the essences. "What's our alternative?" He asked.

"We hang a dead right, and go right through the crowd of TIEs, and then gain altitude and try to loose them." She answered.

"Right through them?" Asked Sabine whirly. "Do it." She said.

"Do it." Said Kanan.

"You heard em'." Said Zeb "Ain't losing any more kids to the Empire."

Even Chopper beeped angrily. Most likely to say 'who cares', but Hera just ignored him. "All the permission I need! Brace yourselves!" She said, turning a sharpe right, right into the batch of TIE fighters that were multiplying.

I wish I could say that the Ghost crew made it out of there. That Hera made yet another miracle. But sadly I can't.

I can say that the Ghost crew put up an admirable fight. But it could not survive the forty-something TIE fighters, agent Kallus himself being on the controlling end of one. He just couldn't help himself after realizing that a Lasat had been on the crew they were hunting.

The Ghost crew crash landed on the plans of Lothal with no casualties. Every sole abroad was taken into capture by the Empire, including an old Astromatch droid. It would have been a devastating lose, but the crew was realized to see that the Ghost crash landed exactly five yards away from the school.

The Ghost lay in the plans of Lothal, smoke pouring out of every engine, as twenty of the TIE fighters landed, too, encircling it, and making escape next to impossible. Fifteen storm troopers entered the crashed ship, nine came out, along with the crew, hands up in surrender as they were forced to their knees, a gun to each of their backs, and a trigger happy trooper on the other side. Agent Kallus in front of them.

"You put up quite a fight, I'll give you that." The man snarled. "Lucky for you we managed to take you down with TIE fighters. And prison transport is low. Plus we have some extra, special friends of whom you've caught their eye. Your too important to risk escape." He pondered. "We'll have to wait get a star destroyer." He looked to Kanan. "Jarrus, I presume. The Inquisitor will certainly be pleased with your capture."

The Inquisitor?

"It will take two weeks to arrange for a destroyer to get here to transport the prisoners, sir." Said a trooper at Kallus's hip. "What should we do with the prisoners until then?"

"What? You mean we're not going to have a tea party?" Asked Zeb, annoyed.

"Quiet, Lasat." Ordered Kallus. "Trooper, hold them in the Lothalien prison in capital city until further notice. I'll alert Tarkin."

"Go on, run to your ring leader. Wouldn't want him to shorten your leash." Sabine spat to the agent.

"Is that? Why it is." Said Kallus, looking down to Sabine. "ZL06, the Imperial academy on Mandalor. Was the act of Bounty Hunter simply not low enough for you, that you made the transition of dropping down another peg to the rebel scum?" He spat back.

Kallus then looked back to the rest of the crew, crouching down to get at eye level with Kanan. "Have you ever been to an outer rim prison? The guards don't care, but not as much as the inmates. I'll collect you, if there's anything left to collect, as soon as a Star destroyer opens up, and I can get it down to this morsel of a planet." He stood back up, and began to walk away, but stopped himself, and barley looked over his shoulder before saying, "I will give you one word of advise, rebels. Watch out for the prisoners on death row. There they worst. Their the ones who have nothing left to lose."

….

And just like that, the Ghost crew was cut down, before their prime.

The rest of the day was a haze of disbelief, and a bit of the crash landing they have yet to shake off. There were taken to a building. It's walls of stone, and it's fences of spikes. The sound of footsteps bouncing off of the empty walls, and the sound of metal bars coming to a stop when they slammed into the cement wall.

The crew stood in a open room, cement walls and cement floors. Around it lay metal tables, and sketchy looking beings of all species roamed the room, all in the same bland clothes of black pants, and a grey shirt with the prison logo in the corner.

"Stay here." Ordered one of the prison guards. He looked like a storm trooper without the armor. He looked human, but had odd pointed yellow eyes that was obviously from another species, not like they were going to ask. (Ezra learned that the hard way!)

"Hey everyone." The guard yelled to the room, attracting the attention of the many prisoners in the large room, as he took of the shackles that they wore when they were 'assorted' to the prison. "We've got some new ones here. Try to make them feel real 'welcome'. Make em' last, though! Empire needs em'. Good luck." He said, before leaving the room, the barred doors slamming behind him.

With all of the looks they were getting from the dangerous people around the room had them making them all on edge. Kanan wished he had his lightsaber with him, he usually wore it on his belt in two pieces, but when they stripped them of their weapons they did not know what it was, thankfully. But nonetheless, they were in a locked room, with many prisoners, and nothing to defined themselves. This is gonna be fun.

…..

The crew found an empty table and all sat down, and looked to each other, finally to asses the situation.

"So they just stick the prisoners in here, and then let them all run free and kill each other, and then at night, they all get them in a cell so it's just one on one?" Asked Sabine.

"That seems about right." Said Hera. "We all need to stay together."

"Agreed." Said Zeb.

"I think the way it works is in between meals, and work, and sleep we are all here. At night we have a cellmate." Said Kanan.

"That's pretty much what I said." Shrugged Sabine.

"We will fight if we have to, but don't start anything." Said Kanan.

"So what? We just sit here and wait for the Empire to come and scoop us up?" Asked Zeb.

"No." Said Kanan. "I heard one of the troopers say he thought it would be two weeks."

"And?" Asked Hera.

"And we have two weeks to bust out." Kana finished.

….

Ezra watched the new comers with, as usual, curious eyes. Surviving in prison, and being a kid, and the new comer was basically a death sentence. Ironic, isn't it? With the even newer new comers, some of the spotlight might be taken off of him, which he was grateful for. But he couldn't help but stare. The new comers were a odd bunch, consisting of a hot girl- um, a Mandalorien, a human, a Twi'lek, and and odd looking monster man, a Lasat perhaps? Ezra had only ever heard of them, never seen. But the beast was very muscular, making Ezra uncomfortable, as he looked like he could do some serious damage.

Ezra made a note to try not to get on his bad side. Not Ezra's strong suit, as he had the many scars to prove it, as avoiding people in prison was very difficult.

"Eh, kid. What are you looking at?!" The beast suddenly snarled at him. Ezra, realizing he had provoked it without even meaning to, again, began to feel the finisher feeling of fear, as he slowly made eyes at the beast, not showing weakness, as you couldn't in prison, and shot back,

"Not much. You?" Well, he had already provoked the beast, now he couldn't back down, that would be even worse. He pushed down the lump in his throat that no one liked him. He couldn't even stand there without being called out. A thought for another time.

He stood up and his hands clenched into fists. Ezra's heart was beating a mile a minute at the fear that this was gonna hurt. "How's a kid even land in jail?" He asked. "Steal a juice box?" He teased.

He took a step closer when a hand stopped him, it was the human man. "Zeb, cool it. You going to deck the kid?" He asked sarcastically.

"Thinking bount' it." He said.

"Kid, come here." Said the Mandalorien.

Ezra walked causally over, keeping his distance from the Lasat, the rest of the crew noticing, as he stood at the foot of their table. He looked causally over the table, and briefly wounded if they were a gang, as they stuck together and all came in together, too.

"Yea?" He asked.

"How long have you been here?" She asked.

"Four months." Said Ezra casually. Too casually. It shocked the crew enough to the crew enough to see a kid in a prison, and for four months? He should be in the school they almost hit, not here.

"You know the ropes?" She asked, her own words making a sick taste in her mouth.

"Sabine!" Said Hera.

"What!" She asked defensively. "Do you want to die? Kid knows the ropes, can tell us what we should and shouldn't do."

"And why exactly would I do that?" Asked the thirteen year old.

"Easy." Said Sabine. "Gain new allies, and we won't send Zeb on you." She said, gesturing to the Lasat, as he walked up to the child, fist clenched. Ezra was now petrified. But you can't show it. Not in prison. Sabine felt physically sick at her own voice. She was scaring a kid to gain something. Spin it however you want. It's wrong. But desperate times.

Hera kicked Sabine under the table. "Ow!" She muttered, but knew she deserved it.

"Zeb." Kanan commanded. "Lay off." He said, as he could feel his fear through the force, despite his straight face. "Sit down, kid." He said, as Ezra cautiously sat down. "Besides the threat, she's right. You need allies. We can provided that if you can help us. I'm Kanan, and that's Hera, Sabine, and you've already met Zeb. Who are you?" He asked.

Ezra took a moment before answering. He had not been called Ezra in a very long time. In these walls, he didn't trust anyone with his real name, and when he was on the streets, no one bothered to ask. "Dev." He answered, as that had been his name since four months ago. "Dev Morgan."

"What are you in here for?" Asked Kanan, the rest of the crew looking in curiosity.

Ezra rolled his very bright eyes. "Okay." Said Ezra. "If I'm going to help you, here's rule number one, never, ever, ask an inmate that in here."

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A/N. I've had this idea for a while, and, well, this day has just been really, really, really bad. Just terrible. Something, just, bad happened today, early morning too, so the whole day was ruined. I have spent literally the entire day in my bed, I'm in my bed right now, and then decided that I needed to do something predictive, so I wrote this. I hope you like it, took me a couple of hours, I swear it will get better. So, to all of you fanficers out there who are having the sucky day too, and just don't want to leave their bed too, hope you liked it, and hope it made your day just a little better. Night guys,

-Azilia