Summary: Ezra Bridger hasn't been a Jedi in a long time 10 years to be exact. Surviving Order 66 was hard enough but having a childhood friend knocking at the door in the middle of the night with a Twe'lik pilot was something else entirely. AU where Ezra was born 10 years ahead of minor OC'S but they make limited apperances.

Ezra Bridger was almost completely sure he was done with the Jedi business when Order 66 struck. He lost his Master along with all the friends in the Temple. He took up smuggling and hid his lightsaber trying to hide his past permenantly. The man was lying on his bed in some crappy house on Lothal. His raven hair was as messy as always and was tied back because it had gotten too long and Ezra failed at using scissors. He has changed a lot from his Jedi years. He still retained his happy, jumpy personailty but part of him died with the Jedi temple he refused to believe that all the Jedi where gone. They couldn't someone outside the Temple would've survived maybe Caleb. Ezra vanished that thought from his mind. He couldn't get his hopes up. Knowing his childhood friend was probably dead now maybe not on the inital day but the years after. The Empire made it quite clear that they didn't want any Jedi around in this day and age. The man sat up. There was no use moping about the past;it already happened and there was no use thinking about it.

The Ex-Jedi now Smuggler ran a hand through his raven hair before getting up. He did have a job to do if he wanted enough credits to actually afford to eat this week. The man slipped on his jacket before leaving the house as he whistled a tune as he walked. The streets of Lothal where alive despite the suffocating Imperial oocupance on the planet which was a entirely new devlopment ever since his Parents'(Ezra didn't know where they were now;they got captured while Ezra was in the market) broadcasts but dispite the Imperials efforts they couldn't stop the rebellion on this planet spreading like wild fire. The Imps where afarid and Ezra could tell which was almost worse then they where normally. The 25 year old adjusted his jacket on his shoulders as he turned into a seemligly abandoned ally way to come face to face with his contact who was a Twe'lik named Rhea Starseeker. She was a good friend and did help Ezra a lot when it came to finding jobs and places to hide. "Hey Ezra"The Twe'lik greeted as the human did give her a small smile."How's life been Rhea?"he asked. "You know the usual; Running from imps and making credits"Rhea answered as Ezra chuckled lightly at his friend's commentary. 'So what's the job?" Ezra finally asked. "Oh...just a simple one...someone wants some imperial weapons blown to simerithrines..think you can handle that?"The smuggler asked the raven-haired man.

"You kidding?...I can do it with my eyes closed" Ezra answered with a smirk clear on his features as he walked towards where the job was located. He jumped up onto a building to see three heavily guarded crates the man smirked softly. "Well this is going to be fun"he said sarcastically getting out his stun blaster and jumping down from the building and landing in the middle of the stromtroopers. "Hey bucket heads miss me?" Ezra said cheerfully stunning them all in a couple seconds with a big grin on his face. He looked at the crates as he opened them up. "Kriff; where did the Empire get these?...no wonder they want that someone want this blown to simerthirings"he mumbled looking at the disrupters before placing the explosives on the crates and walking away. He didn't care how many credits he could've of gotten for those disrupters. He knew about the massacre on Lasan and he didn't want the Empire to commit mass genocide on another planet. He needed to report this to Rhea and hopefully she could get this info to the rebellion though back channels cause this couldn't be the only shipment coming to Lothal.

It was close to evening when Ezra made it back to Rhea. He did have a few more errands to run and he went to a cantina hoping to get some info out of drunk imperials which hadn't worked so far but it was always worth a shot. "Blast Ezra...Where have you been?"The Twe'lik said. "Had to run a few errands and you would never guess what was in those crates" Ez said. Rhea frowned. "I'm guessing it was pretty bad" The smuuggler guessed. "Disrupters" he answered as Rhea had a look of rage on her face. "Those Blasted sons of hutts!; wasn't Lasan enough?!" The Twe'lik yelled but trying to make sure nobody could hear her. Ezra sighed it was true that the Empire tended to commit mass genocide just to make a point but the idea of the imperials using a intally peaceful and non-lethal weapon on people made Ezra feel sick to his stomach. "We have to get this info to the rebeelion this can't be the last shipment coming to Lothal" Ezra said. "I know... You know Ezra you could join the Rebellion"Rhea said. The man shook his head. "I can't...I just can't" The human said as he rubbed his eyes lightly.

"I'll get this info to the rebellion"The Twe'lik said sadly as she watched her friend disapper into the night. Ezra sighed as he started getting ready for bed it was getting late and Ezra had another job in the mourning hopefully not as complicated as this mission was for the Jedi knight as much as he wanted to join the rebellion. He just couldn't when he left behind the Jedi he promised himself that he woukld't get invovled in another petty war agian. He laid down on his crappy and uncomfortable bed and tried to atleast get some sleep without the nightmares about what happened 10 years earlier. About 30 minutes of staring at the ceiling later the Jedi knight fell asleep.

Ezra grumbled as he woke up someone was knocking very contantstly at his front door."I'm coming...I'm coming"The 25 year mumbled as he made his way towards the front door. He slowly answered to see a man with teal eyes, a goatee and his hair was tied tightly back in a pony tail with him was a green twe'lik with green eyes. "Who are you guys and why are you guys knocking at my door at 4:00 am in the mourning" he asked tiredly as the man spoke up. The one word that he spoke made Ezra's blood freeze. "Ezra?" the man said as the 25 year old's eyes widened significantly. "Caleb?"He whispered as he froze in place. His friend was alive...his brother was alive.

POV KANAN JARRUS/3 HOURS EARLIER

"Ezra Bridger?;you're sure that's what it said?" Kanan asked for the 3rd time as his Twe'lik companion nodded once more as the Jedi was impressed with Hera's patience with him. Ezra was a close friend back in the days of the was the closest thing the ex-Jedi had to family before Hera. He was still questioning if this was the same Ezra Bridger that he grew up with. But he was pretty sure there was only one in the entire galaxy. He needed to see him agian he just needed to. "Where did Fulcrum say he was?" Kanan asked. He was still known as Caleb Dume last time he saw Ezra and he hoped this meeting with his old friend wouldn't be too awkward.

"Lothal; so are we going there or what?"Hera answered as she looked at her Jedi partner. The man sighed softly his mind was aflame with worry and doubt that Ezra would want to see him agian but he nodded anyways. He just needed to see if he was okay for himself. The Twe'lik pilot looked towards Kanan. "So how did you and Ezra meet anyways?"Hera asked brecking the awkward silence that had desneded upon the ship. Zeb and Sabine where both sleeping and were probably unaware of this sudden detour. The Jedi sighed softly. "We where both Padawans at the Jedi temple...he was Obi-Wan Kenobi's Padawan so I always doubted that he survived Order 66" Kanan started,

"Another Jedi?; Force knows we need more of them" Hera said with a sigh. Kanan lowered his head. He always doubted that he would ever turn on his saber on agian because of what happened. He was a coward and had failed his master becuase he ran like a coward. He didn't say a word until the ship landed. It took them awhile to find Ezra's house and they had to ask multiple people and convince them that they meant no harm to the young man. Kanan looked at the door silently before knocking on the door. "I'm coming...I'm coming" a voice said that sounded very much like the Ezra he knew all those years ago. A raven-haired man answered the door. He clearly just woke up becuase his hair was mess and he did have dark circles under his eyes."Who are you guys and why are you guys knocking at my door at 4:00 am in the Mourning" his friend...no brother asked.

"Ezra?"he asked finally after convincing himself it really was him.

A shocked voice answered "Caleb?"