Star Wars Rebels: The Academy (UNDER MAJOR EDITING)

Chapter 4

(Ezra POV)

I'm stock-still in surprise–and maybe a little joy. Crystal, on the other hand, isn't so quiet. "Hey! What are you doing?" She cries, arms out in questioning.

Connor holds up a hand. "They're coming." He says instead of answering.

The two stormtroopers from earlier come rushing in, blasters at the ready. Connor whirls around and roundhouse kicks the blaster out of one of the troopers' hands. He catches it in midair and fires it. The bolt slices into the trooper's unprotected neck and he crumples to the ground. The second one fires as well, but Connor twists his body out of harm's way and shoots his enemy in the chest. The buckethead drops, and Connor moves towards him, the blaster aimed at his neck.

"Are there any more reinforcements on the way? Tell me or you die." He threatens, crouching down and yanking off the trooper's helmet.

The unmasked trooper, apparently still alive, nods frantically. "Two squadrons, led by Agent Kallus. We just called them before we came in here."

Connor nods. "Any more weapons on you?"

A shake of the buckethead's head. It's a human male, with black hair and brown eyes. It's odd to see them unmasked, I admit.

"Alright. I'm going to stun you. Sorry, but at least you get to live." he pauses. "I'm sorry about your friend. But you'd have shot me, so you get it. You do what you have to do." Connor places the barrel of the gun against the man's neck and flicking a switch, stuns him.

"You! Lamont, or whatever your name is! What do you think you're doing!" Crystal shouts, marching up to him. I still haven't moved.

"What I have to," he tells her dangerously. "This is a rescue mission. I work for Fulcrum. You want to live, come with me." He says, looking at both of us.

"Fulcrum?" It dawns on me. "