Ezra's POV
No! It's not true! My family is dead.
And soon I'll make the inquisitor die as well.
" You will pay for all you have done. All the lives you have ended. All the people you have made suffer. YOU WILL PAY! " I yelled running at the Inquisitor full speed with my saber.
He deflected. Then did an overhead swing. I barley deflected back.
I tried blowing him across the room. But he acted first. And I was sent flying in midair.
I crashed into a pair of bucket heads. Then I quickly stood up and stabbed them, before they could stand up also.
I turned back to the Inquisitor. All the hate. All the fear. All the death. It was all his fault.
I charged again. This time I fell before I got to him. My leg. I had forgotten about it.
I grabbed it. And started limbering to a wall.
It took all my force to stand up. And the Inquisitor would be near me.
I concentrated on him. Not the pain. Him.
I ran. And while I ran I used the force to take his lightsaber off of him. Then, I killed him. I had put my blade right smack in his chest.
My move was way to fast for him to counter. I WON!
" That was easy, to easy. "
I ran into an escape pod. And signaled it to go to lothal. I started to move, then it popped outta the ship and went straight to lothal.
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The Crash - A Star Wars Rebels Fan-Fiction
FanfictionEzra and Kanan are on there way to a mission. When suddenly. Out of the blue. Disaster strikes, and the two fellow Jedi are sent crashing down to their doom. Will they survive, or will they be lost forever?
